The current Yang Yi can be said to be less than half of his strength on weekdays, although the damage brought by the thunder robbery is not fatal, but the scorched black skin, even if he just raises his hand, can crack and bleed, which greatly affects Yang Yi's movements. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But now, when life and death are at stake, Yang Yi can't care so much. He was also reluctant, he also knew that if he rushed out this time, he might not be able to come back, and he had hesitated whether to run away with Gu Xianling by himself.

However, he couldn't do it, these twenty-one scattered cultivators were brought out by him, and these twenty-one scattered cultivators were already loyal to him, and these twenty-one scattered cultivators could choose to oppose Xihua Mountain and the three major demon sects for his Yang Yi.

It's a kind of trust, but it's also a kind of trust. If these scattered cultivators die here, then the Divine Ding Pavilion, the Crystal Palace, the Hundred Poison Caves, and the inheritance of the Martial Spirit Sect will cease to exist here.

Yang Yi thought that these people would die when they died, and he might be able to survive, but Yang Yi couldn't forget the appearance of these people when they knelt down on one knee in front of him. Comparing his heart to his heart, Yang Yi can be said to be ruthless towards his enemy, but Yang Yi can't face these people who are loyal to him, and they all die in front of him.

It's like treating his own disciples, just like treating Ye Gujian, Chang Sutian, and other people who have an important position in his heart, just like treating Liluxue, Yang Yi can fight with the sky for them.

With the speed of the combination of human and sword, coupled with the speed of the huge sphere, Yang Yi came to the front of the huge sphere in almost a few breaths.

Purple Mansion World, although not yet familiar, but Yang Yi can still show it, this time, in order to be able to fight for the opportunity for everyone to escape, Yang Yi did not hesitate to choose the broken pill.

After surviving the Heavenly Tribulation of the Spirit Envoy Realm, Yang Yi added one more spirit pill in his dantian, a full four, which made Yang Yi have a profound spiritual power far beyond that of ordinary cultivators. The shattered pill made Yang Yi burst out with a power close to the realm of the spirit general.

Purple Mansion Heaven and Earth, one is the other, Yang Yi relied on his own strength, and with the help of a group of scattered cultivators, he simply reduced the forward speed of the huge sphere little by little.

However, on Yang Yi's body, the armor condensed by the amethyst of the amethyst demon scorpion was also torn apart in front of the terrifying power of the huge sphere, and then, countless cracks appeared in Yang Yi's body, and he lay down like blood.

"Yang Yi ......"

Watching this scene from afar, watching the huge sphere gradually slow down, and the distance between it and his party gradually widened, all the people felt bad in their hearts. Especially Yinli, the third law of the alliance set by Yang Yi is undoubtedly fulfilling his promise, which makes Yinli feel a little strange, a trace of abnormality that has never been seen before.

The newborn elf, Yin Li has a high level of intelligence and knows many secrets that ordinary people don't know, but he is also green and simple, as simple as a blank piece of paper. What Yang Yi did made him no longer simple, in Yang Yi's body, he learned the feelings that a person has, and at this moment, because of Yang Yi, he burst into tears.

"Grandma, I Liu Yuenan don't like to owe favors to everyone, all listen to me, if anyone dares to make a little sorry for the first alliance, Lao Tzu will kill him."

Liu Yuenan didn't know how long it had been since she had such heartache, and she was so painful that she shed a tear.

Silent, quietly looking at Yang Yi's figure resisting the huge sphere, everyone was trembling. In this world, who would die for others like Yang Yi?

The huge sphere, at Yang Yi's insistence, gradually stopped, fell to the ground, and turned into a pile of black sand like a small hill again, and Yang Yi was getting farther and farther away from everyone.

"Roaring ......"

The Iron Armor King Lion let out a low roar, perhaps threatened by Yang Yi's soul melting technique, it became Yang Yi's thug, but now, it also shed a tear.

Everyone, including Wisteria and Feng Bufan, at this moment, faced Yang Yi's figure and knelt on one knee.

Wheezing violently, looking at the pile of black sand in front of him, Yang Yi knew that his efforts were not in vain.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The earth was still trembling, and where Yang Yi was standing, the cracked gaps were getting wider and wider, and the body of the behemoth, which was still five miles away from Yang Yi, had already covered all the vision in front of Yang Yi.

Yang Yi had already seen the ridiculously large body, the flowing black sand armor, and a pair of blood-red eyes as big as a fight, compared with the amethyst demon scorpion when he was a puppet, there was a faint gray in those eyes.

The resentful beast, a resentful beast that has really lost its sense of self and has no reason to speak of, and is still a peak king beast, all of this has created such a monster, a super resentful beast, Voldemort.

"Roaring ......"

seemed to be looking at Yang Yi, and Yang Yi's calmness angered Voldemort, and a roar that shook the sky not only shook the black sand on the ground, but also made Yang Yi's nostrils bleed and his head dizzy.

The human sword was one, Yang Yi stared at the huge body intently, and turned into a streamer to meet it. Since he is standing here, Yang Yi does not intend to retreat again, life or death, he will know in the first battle.

Anger, for Voldemort Dragon, who has become a resentful beast, has never stopped, everything in sight makes it angry, and Yang Yi's provocation makes it angry to the extreme.

The tornadoes formed by the black sand rose up one after another, and this space was not seen in the blink of an eye. This tornado is not formed by the wind, but by the spiritual power of the earthly dragon, the terrifying attraction pulls Yang Yi's body from all directions, even after experiencing the baptism of thunder, Yang Yi can't help but churn his blood and blood, if it is a different person, I am afraid it has been torn to pieces.

A streamer of light meandered forward, shuttling between the tornadoes. This little dot is no different from a fly in Voldemort's eyes, but it is so tough.

The behemoth body pushed out a chasm more than 100 meters deep, and Voldemort Dragon stared at Yang Yi, who was close at hand, and suddenly waved his tail. Just the tail, after turning up from the ground, it actually exceeded a thousand meters, like a divine whip falling from the sky, and smashed it down.

The wind rose suddenly, and Yang Yi relied on the extreme speed of the combination of human and sword, with the help of the terrifying wind, to avoid it dangerously, but he was still left more than ten wounds on his body by the agitated wind blade.

Looking at the rolling black sand on Voldemort's body, Yang Yi had no idea where to start, even if he wanted to use the Soul Melting Technique, he had to find a place where he could temporarily avoid the edge, but now, there was no place to stand at all.

Isn't this guy invulnerable? Yang Yi suppressed the discomfort in his body, and the weakness after the broken pill was gradually revealed.

Can't die like this? Yang Yi frowned, at this point, even if he was defeated, he had to find a way to let Voldemort know that it was painful, but he couldn't die so badly.

A tornado struck, and at the same time, the black sand tumbling on Voldemort's body once again formed a sphere and shot towards Yang Yi.

Caught in both sides, with such an attack range, it seems that there is no way to avoid it. Yang Yi found a breakthrough, the huge sphere that attacked this time was not as solid as before, and those gaps were enough for Yang Yi to walk through like a fly.

The human sword is one, and in the face of Voldemort's continuous violent attacks, Yang Yi can only maintain such a state and speed, and he may be hit if he stops slightly.

What to do, what to do?

Looking at Voldemort's defense, Yang Yi thought of several ways to break through in a row, but they all vetoed it neatly. These methods can't completely break through the armor formed by the flowing black sand on Voldemort's body, and using them is no different from looking for death.

Where it is exposed, where Voldemort is exposed, that is where Voldemort's defenses are weakest. With his mind racing, Yang Yi couldn't help but think of Voldemort's big eyes, there, he didn't believe that he could defend to such an extent.

Passing through the sphere composed of black sand, Yang Yi rushed non-stop to Voldemort's eyes, perhaps, it is not cost-effective to exchange one life for one eye, but for the current Yang Yi, there is no better choice, those blood-red eyes are the only breakthrough at present.

Those eyes are bigger than Yang Yi's whole person, can such a target miss? Yang Yi threw Shenwei out violently, looking like he was sure to hit, but with just a blink of an eyelid, Shenwei was blocked, and Voldemort's eyelids didn't leave even a trace.

The corners of his mouth were bitter, Yang Yi was panting like a cow, and the sequelae of the broken pill made Yang Yi begin to fall into extreme weakness, throwing out his divine might, Yang Yi used almost all his strength.

What to do? Do you want to break another elixir?

Yang Yi was thinking about it, but a hole appeared in front of him, and then a terrifying suction force swept Yang Yi and the nearby black sand into it.

Yang Yi was swallowed, and dared to run in front of a giant beast like Voldemort, as a snack, the meat on Yang Yi's body was not enough.

It was pitch black, which gave Yang Yi a sense of déjà vu, and to deal with the lava salamander, Yang Yi took the initiative to go to the belly of the lava salamander, maybe there would be a chance now.

thought that he could escape from death, and even used the soul melting technique to kill the volcanic dragon, but Yang Yi's abacus was quickly in vain. Taking out the illuminated ball in the Palm Ring, what Yang Yi saw was a wriggling oily black channel, which was different from the body of the lava salamander, here, there were many tentacle-like things, tearing everything that entered Voldemort's body to pieces.

Digestion, starting now?

Yang Yi complained bitterly, even if there was no such existence as eyes, these tentacles could still find Yang Yi's location, and many of them rushed towards Yang Yi, trying to tear Yang Yi to pieces so that Voldemort could digest it.

Even Shenwei fell outside, and now Yang Yi couldn't think of anything else he could use to cut off these tentacles. Are you going to die?

Yang Yi looked around, the wriggling passage was stained with slime, Yang Yi had reason to believe that the corrosive liquid of those mucus would turn him into a puddle of blood. Look at the black sand swallowed into the body by Voldemort Dragon, flowing down like water.

In a hurry, looking at the tentacles that pounced, Yang Yi plunged into the black sand, and as the black sand continued to flow down, the next thing should be Voldemort's stomach, right? Yang Yi thought so, searching the three spatial rings on his hand with all his might, hoping to find something that could be used.