"How is this possible?"

The burst of the claw shadow caused the Blood Demon Holy Lord's complexion to change drastically, he never imagined that Yan Wubian, who was obviously out of strength, could still display such a terrifying martial art, especially this martial art could directly hook the energy between heaven and earth to enhance its power, which made him even more shocked in his heart.

You must know that borrowing the energy between heaven and earth can only be done by cultivators whose strength has reached the level of dark assura or above, and only a little bit of the power of heaven and earth can be borrowed. And the kid in front of him did it directly with this martial art, and what made the Blood Demon Holy Lord feel a little uneasy was that this offensive was still the power of thunder, which was not a good thing for him.

"Flutter!"

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Yan Wubian's mouth, but he didn't care at all, his eyes swept the Blood Demon Holy Lord indifferently, and then his palm gently pressed forward.

Suddenly, the hand of the Thunder God, which had not yet dissipated, rose up and slapped towards the Blood Demon Holy Lord. At the same time, purple thunder arcs flickered wildly in the palm of his hand, constantly rushing out, enveloping the nearby space.

"Bastard!"

Looking at the Thunder God's Palm that covered the sky and the sun, the Blood Demon Holy Lord's face instantly became gloomy, for him, the giant palm full of thunder power was definitely the last thing he wanted to face now. If it was at his peak, this kind of offensive would naturally not be in his eyes, but now he is just a soul body, and the power of thunder can definitely defeat him to death. As long as it is bombarded by the power of thunder, there is a high probability that its soul that has finally recovered will be beaten back to its original form again, or even destroyed.

Faced with the sudden downturn of the situation, despite his unwillingness, the Blood Demon Holy Lord had to temporarily avoid the edge, and a pale red evil qi that was so thick that it was like substance instantly emanated from his body, forming a defensive cloud that wrapped his soul body. Then, its figure flickered, turned into a blood-red light, and retreated sharply.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the hand of the thunder god suddenly burst open, and countless thunder powers shot out in all directions like lightning, and the Blood Demon Holy Lord, who had almost just activated his figure, was naturally shot by a lot of purple thunder arcs.

Suddenly, the clouds formed by the pale red evil qi on his body boiled violently, and then gradually evaporated, and a bloody aura that permeated the heavens and the earth gradually subsided. The Blood Demon Holy Lord's dragon soul body then emerged from the clouds, with a frightened expression on his face.

Soon, the power of thunder in the void gradually disappeared into the air, which made the Blood Demon Holy Lord, who had retreated to the distant wall, breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah, damn one, me off!"

It's just that when the Blood Demon Holy Lord turned around and looked at Yan Wubian, his face couldn't help but show an extremely corrupt look.

At this time, Yan Wubian's situation was also extremely bad, covered in blood, the spiritual power fluctuations around his body were close to nothing, his breath was extremely sluggish, and his body looked like he was about to fall from the air at any time. Despite this, when he saw the somewhat embarrassed Blood Demon Holy Lord looking over, he couldn't help but have a triumphant smile on his face.

This smile, in the eyes of the Blood Demon Holy Lord, was like mocking him.

While smiling, Yan Wubian didn't have any delay, he didn't even take the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk out to take it, he was worried that if he delayed, he would be dragged back by the Blood Demon Holy Lord in the distance, after all, it was an existence far beyond the Blood Shura, who knew if there would be any weird magical powers. Enduring the severe pain coming from all over his body, gritting his teeth, Yan Wubian used all the remaining spiritual power in his body, stomped on the void on the soles of his feet, and rushed forward against the oppressive power of the forbidden sky.

The situation of his body at the moment, Yan Wubian knew better than anyone else, the spiritual power in his body was almost empty, even the original strong extreme, making him think that after the seal was lifted, it was possible to attract the thunder attribute spiritual power of the Heavenly Tribulation, and after the hand of the thunder god was cast, it was almost exhausted, leaving less than half of the thunder spiritual power circulating in the broken meridians.

This situation made Yan Wubian shocked at the same time, and at the same time, he couldn't help but secretly smile bitterly. The strength of Thor's Hand was definitely beyond his imagination, if it weren't for the fact that the consumption was too great to continue to support, Thor's Hand would not have suddenly burst open when it continued to attack towards the Blood Demon Saint Lord.

But what worries Yan Wubian the most is that the thunder attribute spiritual power that was about to break through is not known if it can break through after this battle.

In addition, the severity of his physical injuries made him himself secretly frightened, from the inside and everywhere, almost no one was intact, if it were not for its super toughness, coupled with the threat of death, it had to hold its breath and dare not relax. Otherwise, he would have been paralyzed to the ground a long time ago, and he couldn't even move, let alone rush into the light curtain.

With a "flutter", Yan Wubian, who had already rushed under the light curtain, spurted out a mouthful of blood again, his body was even more slow, and his face was pale.

Under the ban on the sky, Yan Wubian, who was only about to rush into the light curtain, was finally exhausted and had no strength.

"Ah...... Break it for me!"

With a wild roar, Yan Wubian's eyes revealed a trace of madness, the roots of his teeth clenched, and his face was hideous. With the sound of the sound, the countless capillaries on the surface of its flesh were all overflowing with a streak of blood, and a strong wind instantly spread out from its body, and its originally slightly slow body suddenly accelerated, and with a "boom", it disappeared into the light curtain.

At this last critical moment, Yan Wubian forced out the last trace of potential of his physical body, and finally achieved his goal.

The next second that Yan Wubian rushed into the light curtain, the figure of the Blood Demon Holy Lord had already appeared under the light curtain.

Looking at the flickering curtain of light, the Blood Demon Holy Lord did not rush in, but his face was uncertain, and he didn't know what he was hesitating.

After a while, he snorted heavily, glanced at the curtain again, and looked down the passage where Ai Yue Yue left without looking back. Soon, the figure disappeared into the hall.

......

After a whirlwind, Yan Wubian, who had stabilized his body, had no time to care about the environment he was in, and with a flip of his wrist, two jade bottles immediately appeared in his palm, and after pouring the 10,000-year-old spiritual milk and pill in the bottle into his mouth respectively, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the surrounding environment.

However, after looking at the surrounding environment, Yan Wubian couldn't help but be slightly stunned, because at this moment, he actually appeared in a spatial passage, surrounded by nothingness.

This passage gave him a sense of familiarity, and after carefully re-examining it for a moment, he couldn't help but mumble to himself:

"It can't be a coincidence, right?"