The Soul Imperial Sword fell, and the head of the third-layer monk who built the foundation immediately fell to the ground, and the dead could no longer die!

With a wave of his big hand, a stream of true qi gushed out, Yang Yifan directly put away the white bone long whip, judging from the performance in the battle just now, this white bone long whip is also a magic weapon at the very least, although Yang Yifan can't use it, but if it is taken out to replace other magic weapons, it is also very valuable.

After collecting the white bone long whip, Yang Yifan put away the skeleton staff again, although the latter was not as strong as the long whip, it could be regarded as a treasure, and in the world of ordinary people, it was still a priceless treasure.

"You! You killed them all! ”

The death of the third-layer monk of the foundation made the face of the short monk who was entangled by the ghost general change greatly, if he was still confident in Yang Yifan's hard work just now, then now, his heart was full of horror and retreat.

Terrible, terrible!

What kind of person is this kid, not only is he strong, but he also has an endless stream of life-saving means, how can he fight like this?

"Drink!"

With a loud roar, the short monk slammed out a palm, and the strong yin qi formed a huge ripple, and the ghost general forcibly repelled dozens of meters away.

Playing with an advantage, this short monk had no intention of taking advantage of the victory to pursue, only to see him staring at Yang Yifan resentfully, and actually turned around directly, running away in the direction he came!

"Boy, if you dare to kill my Ten Thousand Poison Sect, you will definitely die!"

Putting aside a cruel sentence, even if the short monk wanted to escape, how could Yang Yifan let him get his way, although the two were far away at this time, they had always been within the shroud range of the Divine Mystery Rubik's Cube, so when he saw Yang Yifan's figure flashing, he directly intercepted in front of the former!

"Huh!"

As soon as he appeared, Yang Yifan slashed out with a sword, but in the eyes of the short monk, this sword seemed to be cut out of the void, completely blocking his escape route, so that he had no room to escape at all, so he could only carry this sword hard!

"!"

At this moment, the short monk's eyelids jumped wildly, and one of his hearts suddenly sank to the bottom, and his intuition told him that it was impossible to dodge this sword, and with his strength, he couldn't take it!

But although he had this feeling, he naturally wouldn't sit still, almost in an instant, he reacted, only to see that with one hand, he directly blasted out an incomparably powerful Yin Qi Training!

"Huh!"

It's a pity that this training has no effect at all, with a light sound, the Soul Imperial Sword directly split this Yin Qi in half, and its attack continued, like a streamer of light falling down, instantly enveloping the monk's arm.

"Whew!"

Blood gushed out, and the short monk received this sword, directly losing an arm, a large amount of blood gushed out of his body, and a fishy smell suddenly appeared in the air, and at this time, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, obviously in extreme pain.

"Huh!"

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and the Imperial Soul Divine Sword was directly across his neck, Yang Yifan was expressionless, and asked coldly: "Why do you people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect come here?" ”

"You!"

The short monk's eyes showed a strong resentment, obviously hating Yang Yifan, although he had a sword around his neck, his attitude was very tough, and he snorted coldly: "Boy, don't think how powerful it is to kill us, the strength of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate is not something you can imagine, just hurry up and cut yourself if you know each other, otherwise, our elders will definitely make your life worse than death!" ”

Yang Yifan's brows furrowed slightly, and with a shake of his right hand, the Imperial Soul Sword threw out a beautiful sword flower, like a butterfly flying, and slashed down, and then, there was a soft sound of "snort", and the only remaining arm of the short monk was also cut off.

"Uhh

The intense pain caused the monk to roar like a beast, and he glared at Yang Yifan angrily, eager to eat his flesh raw!

Yang Yifan ignored his extremely resentful gaze, and said lightly: "I ask, you answer, say more nonsense or a lie, and I will let you know what life is better than death." ”

"Dreaming!" The short monk held back the pain, his eyes were extremely cold, but if you looked closely, you could see that in the depths of his pupils, there was an extremely strong fear and fear.

"Huh."

Hearing this, Yang Yifan sneered, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly raised the Soul Imperial Sword, and waved out a few sword flowers.

The Imperial Soul Sword is as thin as a cicada's wings, its sharpness is extremely amazing, it is said that it is an insult to cut iron like mud, and Yang Yifan's control methods are so wonderful that these swords went down, and directly cut the latter's ears into brushes, but they still remained as they were, and no trace of minced meat fell!

"Ah!!h

The dwarf monk was overwhelmed like a tidal wave of pain, and he let out a painful roar, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Yang Yifan ignored it, and wanted to cut it down again with a swing of his sword.

The short monk was immediately startled and trembled, "Don't! I say! I'll say everything! ”

"Our Ten Thousand Poison Sect came here to cultivate, and at the same time to pick some heavenly and earthly treasures, in addition to us, there are three people inside, one of them is our Ten Thousand Poison Sect Elder, the real strength is the seventh layer of the foundation, and the other two are also the fifth layer of the foundation in the outside world."

"Oh?"

Yang Yifan's eyes flashed slightly, nodded, and then slashed out with a sword.

Swish!

An extremely subtle sound of breaking the air sounded, the short monk's face suddenly became hideous, he covered his neck, blood kept overflowing, he looked at Yang Yifan deadly, and a ho-ho voice came out of his throat: "You...... Fail to keep the faith! ”

"Is there one?"

Yang Yifan raised his eyelids, and a warm smile pulled out of the corner of his mouth: "What I just said was that I asked a question, and you answered, but I didn't let you answer." ”

"Ho...... Ho! ”

The short monk's face became more and more sad and angry when he heard this, and he wanted to say something, but he was speechless, and fell down with a thud.

Swish!

With the total destruction of the five foundation building monks, Yang Yifan directly withdrew the ghost general and the Imperial Soul Divine Sword, and at the same time, he took out a healing pill for Kurosawa Python to swallow, and the latter once again turned into a bracelet and wrapped it around Yang Yifan's wrist.

In this extremely yin place, there are also a lot of benefits for the Kurosawa Python, not only cultivation but also healing, it is dozens of times stronger than the outside world, the only pity is that Yang Yifan has not seen the medicinal materials suitable for it along the way, but I don't know if it can be taken after refining the Soul Attracting Pill in the future, if it also has an effect on it, it will be even better.

"Let's go."

Calmed down slightly, Yang Yifan didn't stop long, he didn't even look at the corpses scattered everywhere, and walked directly to the depths, Wang Yu saw this, barely recovered from his sluggishness, and hurriedly followed.

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