Meanwhile.

The interior of the Land of Extreme Yin, the place of the altar of the valley.

"Boom!"

The powerful momentum surged out of Yang Yifan's body like a brilliant heavenly might, and with a wave of his hand, he killed one person again!

Putting away the sword and standing, the coercion around Yang Yifan became more and more intense, for some weak Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks, he was like a life-seeking Shura who came out of hell, and wherever the long sword reached, there must be a head on the ground!

I'm scared!

In less than a minute, Yang Yifan used the Soul Divine Sword in his hand to completely wipe out the confidence of these Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks, and the more than twenty people who were alone couldn't raise their heads, at this moment, all the surviving Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks had a strong fear in their hearts!

Devil!

This is not a man at all, but a devil!

In just one minute, there were more than a dozen people who died under Yang Yifan's sword!

"The old man is going to kill you!"

In the crowd, the old man of the fifth layer of the foundation building was extremely angry, within this minute, he didn't think about stopping Yang Yifan, but although his true strength was the fifth layer of the foundation, he was suppressed miserably in this extremely yin land, and he could only show the strength of the third layer of the foundation, although he had the intention and experience, he could suppress Yang Yifan, but in fact, because of the Shenxuan Rubik's Cube, he couldn't touch Yang Yifan's shadow at all!

With a roar, the black-robed old man's face showed a strong killing intent, he waved his hands violently, and saw a small gourd with a pitch-black body appear in his hand, this gourd is very small, only as big as a cigarette box, but it is covered with strange patterns, and it does not look ordinary.

The gourd appeared, and the yin qi in the black-robed old man's body surged, and with the injection of his yin qi, the delicate lid on the gourd opened suddenly, and then, a thick black smoke instantly rose into the sky!

"Boom!"

This black smoke is extremely weird, with its appearance, the wind and the earth are fierce, and the sound of countless ghosts crying wolves sounded from all directions, making people smell the color, especially in the black smoke, there were hideous and twisted grimaces in a trance!

"Hundred ghosts yin poisonous smoke!"

As the black-robed old man let out a deep shout, the poisonous smoke full of grimaces rushed towards Yang Yifan!

"Poisonous smoke?!"

Feeling the cold aura filled with the black smoke, Yang Yifan regained his senses, and his face became slightly solemn.

This black-robed old man had just made him feel frightened with just a casual blow before, and the power of sacrificing treasures at this time was absolutely extraordinary.

"Breeze Swordsmanship!"

With a light snort, Yang Yifan did not hesitate, he directly used the first style of Qingfeng Swordsmanship, and the sword moved with the wind!

"Boom!"

A rustling sound like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves sounded, and the Imperial Soul Sword slashed above this black smoke, and the hideous grimace in this thick black smoke immediately issued a humanized expression of fear, and then, one by one, the grimaces quickly shattered and turned into a trace of black smoke and dissipated, and this entire piece of black smoke was actually cut off by Yang Yifan's sword!

That's right, it's a piece!

This feeling is like Yang Yifan holding a red-hot iron rod and slamming it into a piece of butter cheese, and the piece disappeared in an instant!

"Yes, the Soul Imperial Sword has a strong restraint effect on Yin Souls!"

Yang Yifan himself was surprised for a second, but soon, he reacted.

"Look for death!"

Seeing this, the black-robed old man snorted coldly, and the intensity of the yin qi instilled around his body was even greater, and then he saw a thick black smoke spewing out of the pitch-black gourd again, and it rushed directly to the sky, as if it was endlessly rushing towards Yang Yifan!

"Can't fight!"

Seeing this, Yang Yifan's face changed again, his eyes swept around, and he found that those Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks who were originally chasing and killing the Black Ze Python and the ghost general had discovered the situation here and were rushing towards this side, seeing this scene, he immediately made a decision.

"The wind and clouds!"

With a low roar, Yang Yifan's deep eyes were full of blood, and then, one after another like a raging wind crossed the sky, like the black smoke crashed into it, and there was a sneering sound!

And as this voice sounded, the black smoke also dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, but there were still some fish that slipped through the net and rushed towards Yang Yifan like maggots on tarsal bones!

"The ghost is not gone!"

With a cold snort, a hint of decisiveness flashed in Yang Yifan's eyes, his body flashed, and he rushed towards some of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate monks around him, and just before he was about to hit the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, he directly used the mysterious movement function of the Divine Xuan Rubik's Cube to pass through directly!

"Whew!"

As a voice sounded, the black smoke that was originally following behind Yang Yifan failed to change its direction, and directly entered the body of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate monk, and then, I saw that the face of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate monk changed, and then let out a terrible scream, and in just a few breaths, the scream had disappeared, and the Ten Thousand Poison Gate monk had already turned into a pool of pus.

"What a vicious poisonous smoke!"

Seeing this, Yang Yifan's eyelids twitched, and he became more and more determined that he couldn't drag it out any longer, with the help of the Divine Magic Cube, his figure flashed, and he rushed straight in the direction of the altar, and in just two seconds, he had already rushed through half the distance!

Seeing this, the black-robed old man's face changed greatly: "Stop him!" Don't let him get near the Holy Maiden! ”

As these words fell, the group of Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks actually seemed to be crazy, Rao knew that he was not Yang Yifan's opponent, but they still rushed over like moths to a fire, blocking Yang Yifan's inevitable path.

"Huh!" "Huh!" "Whoa......

Yang Yifan's face was grim, he didn't refuse, the Imperial Soul Sword seemed to have turned into a scythe of death at this moment, every swing would take away a life, the smell of blood gradually became stronger, and even Yang Yifan's body was covered with blood, which made him look even more terrifying, like a demon god who came out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain!

"Whoosh!"

Swinging his sword again to kill a Ten Thousand Poison Sect monk, a sound of breaking the air suddenly came from behind Yang Yifan, and then, an extremely dangerous feeling enveloped Yang Yifan, making his face change suddenly!

"Boom!"

A dry palm slapped towards Yang Yifan's head like a mountain of seas, although the palm was thin, it seemed to contain endless energy, and the air in the path actually made a rumbling sound!

Although Yang Yifan had killed all the way and did not waste any time, he was still held back by those monks after all, and the black-robed old man who was eyeing him could not miss this opportunity, so he directly slapped his palm angrily.

If this palm is slapped, even if Yang Yifan has already started the boiling of beast blood, he will probably be seriously injured if he does not die!

"Drink!"

At the last moment, Yang Yifan didn't choose to dodge, but suddenly let out an angry roar, his body turned, and the vast true qi poured into his chest, and then, he actually used his chest to bear this blow!

(End of chapter)