After dodging Zi Yan's attack and exiting the high platform, Duan Ling Tian originally wanted to use his whole body to attack the air, and with the help of air resistance, he generated a recoil force and urged his body to return to the high platform.

After all, there is a 'forbidden air array' here, and he can't fly in the sky.

But after trying it a few times, he found that the air around him did not produce even the slightest resistance.

His power swept out, as if he had been submerged in a ball of cotton, and completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Not to mention the sound of air explosion, even the sound of the wind whistle cannot be heard.

"What's going on?!"

Shocked, Duan Ling Tian's mind flashed through the memories of the Reincarnation Martial Emperor.

In the end, he finally found the answer.

"I see...... If it is a 'forbidden air array' arranged by the 'inscription' inscribed by the Martial Emperor Realm inscription master, in addition to prohibiting the martial artist from flying in the sky, the resistance between the air will also be evacuated by it. ”

After knowing the reason, Duan Lingtian's face couldn't help but change greatly.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that he was falling faster and faster, if he continued like this, at the end, he was afraid that his whole body would be smashed into meat sauce.

Wow!

Suddenly, a slight sound sounded in Duan Lingtian's ears, startling his eyes and couldn't help but condense.

When he turned his head to look, he realized that the 'Purple Death' who fell with him still wanted to attack him in this environment.

In Zi Yan's hand, the milky white yuan power swayed, and then turned into a vast red flame, and when the wisps of substantiated cyan wind merged into it, the flames suddenly soared!

At the same time, the vision of heaven and earth above the void above Zi Yan's head was also constantly changing.

At first, there were only a hundred Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms.

Subsequently, two hundred more ancient horned dragon phantoms appeared.

Immediately afterward, four hundred ancient horned dragon phantoms appeared.

In the end, as the cyan qi merged into the flames, the flames skyrocketed, and a hundred more ancient horned dragon phantoms appeared.

"I'll just say...... This Purple Death is just a 'Cave Void Realm Sevenfold Martial Artist', how can the speed be so fast, and it is in front of me in a blink of an eye. ”

Seeing this scene, Duan Lingtian's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his face was full of horror, "It turns out that he has comprehended the 'Artistic Conception of a Triple High-Rank Fire' and the 'Artistic Conception of a Triple High-Order Wind'!"

"Not only that, but also the means of 'fire borrowing the wind'...... His 'Fire Artistic Conception' can add an additional hundred ancient horned dragons to their power!"

Thinking of this, Duan Lingtian gasped.

He never expected that after a few months, the improvement of Zi Yan's strength would be so great.

He remembered.

When the 'Ten Dynasties Martial Arts' was held in the Blue Wolf Castle, Zi Yan was just a 'Cave Void Realm Double Martial Artist', and the two 'artistic conceptions' he comprehended, and the 'Artistic Conception of the Wind' were stronger, but they were not much stronger.

Today, when he saw Zi Yan again, his spiritual power immediately detected Zi Yan's current cultivation, and the Cave Void Realm was sevenfold.

He wasn't surprised by that.

Although Purple Death was only a dual martial artist in the Cave Void Realm before, if the Blue Wolf Castle really regarded him as the hole card for entering the 'Martial Emperor's Vault' this time, it would definitely spare no effort to cultivate him.

The spirit fruit in the Blue Wolf Castle will definitely be used on his body as well.

With the power of the Blue Wolf Castle, it took a few months to make Zi Yan change from a 'Cave Void Realm Double Martial Artist' to a 'Cave Void Realm Sevenfold Martial Artist', which was not a difficult task.

But the problem is.

A martial artist's cultivation can be piled up in a short period of time with spiritual fruits, but the 'artistic conception' is not good.

No matter how many 'artistic conception fragments' there are, the speed at which 'artistic conception' can be improved is limited after all.

"In the Blue Wolf Castle, there may be a 'Mysterious Array'...... But the 'Mysterious Array' is not enough to make Zi Yan improve so much, unless he can integrate into the ...... with spiritual power like me."

Thinking of this, Duan Lingtian's face completely froze, his pupils shrank, and he muttered, "Could it be the remnant soul of the suspected Martial Emperor powerhouse hidden in Zi Yan's body, what means are there to make Zi Yan get no less benefits than me in the 'Tongxuan Array'?"

At this moment, Duan Lingtian completely came to his senses.

Although, it was just a wisp of remnant soul, but after all, it was the remnant soul of a suspected Martial Emperor powerhouse, and it was not uncommon to have some special means.

Again.

The Mysterious Array is just the 'Inscription Array' arranged by the Martial Emperor Realm Inscription Master, and it doesn't seem to be difficult for the soul of the Martial Emperor powerhouse to intervene.

"Huh?"

And at this moment, his gaze inadvertently swept over Duan Lingtian, who was Purple Death, and found that between Purple Death's raised hand, there was an extra seven-foot spear and a spirit spear in his hand.

As the wind and flames mixed in Zi Yan's hand merged into the spear, the body of the seven-foot spear was completely shrouded in wind and flames, entangled with cyan power and red power.

Wow!

At the same time, above the void above Purple Death's head, there were seventy-eight more Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms.

Seeing this, Duan Lingtian was not surprised.

As early as when Zi Yan took out the seven-foot spear, he could see that it was a 'second-grade spirit spear'.

The 'second-grade spirit weapon' refined by an ordinary second-grade refiner will increase the strength of 'seven into eight' at most, such as this seven-foot spear in Zi Yan's hand.

The visions of heaven and earth above the void above Purple Death's head had now converged into a total of eight hundred and seventy-eight ancient horned dragon phantoms, ready to attack at any time.

Call!

I don't know when, a sword appeared in Duan Lingtian's hand, a sword that exuded an unusual aura, a quasi-emperor spirit sword.

The second-grade spirit spear in Zi Yan's hand shook and stabbed at him, but he didn't hesitate, and the yuan power in his hand was destroyed and submerged into the 'quasi-emperor spirit sword'.

In an instant, above the void above Duan Ling Tian's head, the power of heaven and earth was turbulent, and the vision of heaven and earth quickly condensed.

Four hundred ancient horned dragon phantoms appeared out of thin air.

A heavy martial artist in the Void Realm, with a full explosion of Yuan power, comparable to the power of two hundred ancient horned dragons!

The quasi-emperor spirit sword can increase the strength of 'double', and based on Duan Lingtian's yuan power, it can increase the power of two hundred ancient horned dragons!

Combined, it's the power of four hundred ancient horned dragons!

This is still Duan Lingtian's useless 'artistic conception'.

As the strands of 'artistic conception' blended into the Yuan Force like a shadow, entangled around the quasi-emperor spirit sword, the earthy yellow power appeared, and the purple lightning thunderbolt followed like a shadow.

On top of the quasi-emperor spirit sword, there was another incomparable aura.

Not only that, but there were also wisps of embodied Gangfeng, wrapped around the quasi-emperor spirit sword.

In an instant, above the void above Duan Ling Tian's head, the power of heaven and earth was turbulent, and the vision of heaven and earth changed dramatically.

On the side of the four hundred Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms, six hundred Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms appeared out of thin air, adding up to a total of 1,000 Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms......

The combined power of the four 'artistic conceptions' is comparable to the power of six hundred ancient horned dragons.

Among them, there are 300 ancient horned dragons, and the 'artistic conception of the earth', the artistic conception of thunder, and the artistic conception of the sword, each account for 100 heads.

The power of the other 300 ancient horned dragons is unique to the 'artistic conception of the wind'.

Before he first entered the 'Tongxuan Array', of the four 'artistic conceptions' that Duan Lingtian comprehended, only the 'Artistic Conception of the Wind' was the 'Void Artistic Conception', and the other three were only 'Entering the Void Artistic Conception'.

Therefore, in the 'Tongxuan Array', Duan Lingtian's 'Wind Artistic Conception' was undoubtedly the most improved, and it was promoted to the 'Double High Level' in one fell swoop!

The artistic conception of the double high-level wind is comparable to the power of three hundred ancient horned dragons!

Facing the attack of Zi Yan's spear containing the power of eight hundred and seventy-eight ancient horned dragons, Duan Ling Tian stood with his sword in his hand, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Above the void above him, a thousand Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms hovered there, ready to attack.

"Drink!"

Zi Yan swept out with all his strength, and the power of the wind and fire on the gun skyrocketed, and then turned into a swift wind and fire gun, shooting out at Duan Ling Tian, menacing.

Because the air resistance here was drained by the 'Forbidden Sky Array', although the Purple Fire Spear contained extremely powerful power, it still failed to set off any wind whistle and air explosion.

Everything seems extraordinarily quiet, quiet and a little weird.

"Hmph, see if you're not dead this time. ”

After the spear swept out of the 'Second Grade Spirit Spear' in his hand, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zi Yan's mouth.

However, the sneer on the corner of Zi Yan's mouth quickly solidified again.

"Impossible!!"

Zi Yan raised his head, he wanted to see the scene of Duan Ling Tian's body being pierced by the gun, but he didn't know that he saw a scene that made him feel terrified.

"I must be dreaming!"

Zi Yan kept roaring in his heart.

Looking at the phantom shadows of the thousand ancient horned dragons in the void in the distance, the purple pupils shrank, his face was full of horror, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"How is it possible!How could this Duan Ling Tian have such a powerful force?!"

Purple Death didn't want to believe that all of this was true.

And at this moment, Duan Lingtian moved.

Facing the swift spear that came silently from Zi Yan, the corners of Duan Lingtian's mouth flashed with coldness, and the quasi-emperor spirit sword in his hand shook to meet the menacing spear.

Draw the sword!

Duan Lingtian's shot was like lightning, and the spirit sword in his hand was pointed, pointing at the side of the gun.

The power of a thousand ancient horned dragons swept out, and without encountering any resistance, it collapsed like a withering and decaying spear containing the power of eight hundred and seventy-eight ancient horned dragons.

Bang!!

There was a loud bang, but it was the sound of the gun exploding.

At the same time, Duan Ling Tian used the recoiling force generated when the quasi-emperor spirit sword in his hand collapsed and shot into the distance!

There, that's where the purple dead are.

Zi Yan's body was still falling, but the speed at which he was falling was completely worthless in front of the rapid speed at which Duan Ling Tian's current body swept out.

"Purple Death!"

When Duan Ling Tian swept towards the Purple Death, his eyes revealed extreme coldness, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

Purple Death, he didn't cause much trouble in the past.

Last time, he almost let him be killed by the six elders of Blue Wolf Castle.

On that occasion, 'Tamu' stood in front of him and lost his life because of him.

Blood debt, blood payment!

In an instant, above the quasi-emperor spirit sword in Duan Ling Tian's hand, the sword was awe-inspiring