"Huh!"

As that voice fell, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and for a while, dozens of black figures rushed into the sky like cannonballs, and the rich Yin Qi fluctuations converged with each other, causing the Yin Qi existing in the heavens and the earth to produce a turbulent current, and the momentum was extremely huge.

"Fifteen!"

Yang Yifan squinted, and after a cursory look, he had a number in his heart.

The appearance of the Kurosawa Python once again attracted the attention of the fifteen foundation building monks, and until this time, almost all of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks who were sacrificing there were already in the refining stage, which was obviously no longer any problem for Yang Yifan.

“1，2，3！”

Yang Yifan silently counted for three seconds, took a deep breath, and suddenly ejected from the ground, like a streamer, and instantly rushed towards the direction of the blood vine!

At this time, Kurosawa Python and the ghost general had already lured away all the more than twenty foundation building monks, which was definitely the best opportunity for Yang Yifan!

Wang Yu's face was cloudy, but soon, he gritted his teeth and was ready to stand up and follow.

But at that moment, a voice rang in his ears.

"You leave first, and when you go out, I'll look for you."

Wang Yu was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that Yang Yifan had already rushed out hundreds of meters away, still very close to the group of Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks who were making sacrifices.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yu pondered for a moment, and finally did not go against Yang Yifan's wishes, turned around and left.

"Huh!"

A violent sound of breaking the air sounded, Yang Yifan's clothes hunted, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of thousands of meters and came to the front of the group of Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks!

At this time, the remaining twenty or so Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks also reflected, and a black-robed man took the lead in standing up, he turned around, revealing his old face with vicissitudes of life, and his deep-sunken eye sockets bloomed with a rich murderous intent and coldness!

He waved his hand, without the slightest nonsense, and coldly spit out a word!

"Kill!"

"Boom!"

With the old man's words, a group of black-clothed monks stood up instantly, they all turned around and looked at Yang Yifan deadly, all of them bloomed with a cold killing intent in their eyes, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell!

"Beast blood boiling!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Yifan did not hesitate, and directly opened the strongest state while galloping, with the continuous surge of heaven and earth aura, his body suddenly began to change, and the muscles bulged like granite, showing a very beautiful golden ratio, and the textured armor covered it as if it had grown out of his body, and with the change of his face, a pair of huge wings as black as ink exploded behind it!

"It's ...... What a monster! ”

When Yang Yifan's figure stopped and appeared in the eyes of these Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks, feeling this majestic coercion, the group of people was immediately dumbfounded.

Black wings, domineering armor.

Is this a man or a ghost?

Is it a demon beast, or a fallen angel in the legendary Western God Realm?

Because Yang Yifan's speed was too fast before, this group of people didn't see his appearance clearly at all, and at this time, he directly faced everyone in the form of a beast after the transformation, and his domineering appearance immediately brought endless shock to this group of people.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

A deep voice like a mechanical synthesis spit out from Yang Yifan's mouth, his scarlet eyes revealed a tyrannical light, and then, with a wave of his arm, the Soul Imperial Sword appeared in his hand, and the Divine Magic Cube was suddenly thrown out, and in the next second, he didn't give anyone time to react, and swept forward directly!

"Stop him!"

The old man with a thin face was the first to react, he roared angrily, and his dry palm that seemed to be like skin and bones slammed violently, and a fierce and incomparable yin qi palm immediately appeared, carrying majestic momentum and coercion, blasting towards Yang Yifan like the sky was falling!

Build five floors of foundation!

Among this group of Ten Thousand Poison Sect cultivators, there was an elder-level master of the fifth layer of foundation building!

Sensing this breath, a trace of solemnity flashed on Yang Yifan's hideous face, but fortunately, although this person is an existence of the fifth layer of the foundation, but in this extremely yin land, the most he can attack is only the third layer of the foundation, it can be said that there is no momentum but can not exert real power, which is very important good news for Yang Yifan.

Swish!

With a flash of figure, using the magical effect of the Divine Magic Cube, Yang Yifan flapped his wings and flew high, and in an instant, he rushed out dozens of meters to the side, which was like a roadblock in front of him!

"Boom!"

The huge yin qi palm fell like a mountain peak, and smashed into the position where Yang Yifan was originally located, with a sound like thunder, the majestic yin qi fluctuations instantly formed a light black ripple, and suddenly spread outward, where the ripples reached, the ground suddenly surged like an earth dragon, and it was directly lifted, and cracks several meters wide appeared, and in its center, it showed a huge palm print several meters deep!

Stopping his figure, Yang Yifan stood in mid-air, looking at the terrifying power caused by the black-robed old man's blow, his pupils couldn't help but flash a touch of jealousy.

The attack of the fifth-layer monk of the foundation building is really domineering enough, although there can only be the true qi fluctuation of the third layer of the foundation building in this space, but this person's understanding of the move and his own artistic conception are still there, it can be said that he has exerted the strongest state of this blow, and the power of just one blow is so terrifying, if he fights against him, I am afraid that even if he can defeat, it will be extremely reluctant, and he will have to pay an extremely heavy price.

"Up!"

At the moment when Yang Yifan paused, the monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect around him had already formed an encirclement, and everyone roared in unison, roaring towards him!

"Look for death!"

Yang Yifan snorted coldly, after turning on the boiling of beast blood, his mind was affected, and he had a strong tyrannical factor in his subconscious, but he was surrounded at this time, but he did not have the slightest cowardice, but snorted coldly, and with a flick of the long sword, he rushed directly in the direction of the blood vine!

"Huh!"

A black smoke full of yin qi was sacrificed by a black-robed monk, and quickly rushed towards Yang Yifan, this smoke looked extremely strange, and it emitted a strong stench, where it passed, some flowers and plants instantly withered, obviously containing poison.

Yang Yifan didn't care about it, he didn't look at the thick black smoke behind him, he turned his head suddenly, his eyes looked at the monk, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his scarlet pupils!

"Huh!"

A slightly imperceptible sound of breaking the air appeared, and Yang Yifan's figure instantly appeared behind this person, and then, the Soul Imperial Sword flashed like a streamer, swinging straight down, and then, blood gushed out, and a good human head fell with a bang!

The pitch-black wings slowly flapped in the air, and Yang Yifan stood with his sword in his hand, his face was cold, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes!

"Since you seek death, I will fulfill you!"

(End of chapter)