The sky in the Temple of the Divine King darkened once again.

However, no one was paying attention to the sky at this moment, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the two figures in mid-air.

At this moment, Yang Xiaoran stared at Wei Wuying in front of him tightly, and one of his palms was still grasping Wei Wuying's shoulder. However, Yang Xiaoran himself knows best that his palm is sucked on his shoulder.

This force was so weird that Yang Xiaoran, who was proficient in martial arts, couldn't even figure out how to use this power.

But he can't think about it at the moment.

In the next moment, he saw that the two shadow blades had appeared in his hands again.

Then, his sword-holding hands slowly stretched out towards the sky. After that, the two sharp blades slashed down at Yang Xiaoran's body.

And how sharp were these two scythes? Yang Xiaoran instantly felt the breath of death from the blades.

However, just as the scythe was about to slash through his body, Yang Xiaoran only heard a loud bang, and a golden spiritual power shield smashed over with lightning speed. The shadow blade on Wei Wuying's right hand was instantly smashed out of control, and it flew out of his hand.

Yang Xiaoran on the opposite side only felt that the suction force suddenly decreased, and the already imprisoned body was finally released. How could he let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape? His body flew backwards at an extremely fast speed in an instant, and he actually flew hundreds of meters away in an instant.

The person who used the shield of spiritual power to save Yang Xiaoran was the Spirit King.

However, the Spirit King, who was already injured, once again performed such a spiritual skill, and suddenly felt that his spiritual power was greatly exhausted, and he became shaky.

But what kind of character was Wei Wuying? he saw through it in an instant. This is the best time to eradicate the three Spirit Kings. Then, with a wave of Wei Wuying's arm, the three people below Yang Nantian, Yang Ming, and Zhong Yihu instantly followed.

The steel-winged jade-beaked eagle with the peak of five-stage soul power also flew up with Zhong Yihu. At the moment, it was hovering back and forth above the sky, as if in defiance.

At this moment, Wei Wuying's side was in an absolute crushing situation. However, they did not delay and launched an attack at the same time.

Two black, two gold, and four figures rose into the air. After that, the three fluctuations of vitality, spiritual power, and soul power instantly burned around them, like four huge bonfires rising into the sky. The sky became bright and dark under the light of the black and gold bonfire.

The four of them were charging up at the same time, ready to launch a full blow. They want to wipe out these three stubborn people from this temple of the god king.

The giant black ice pick took shape again. This time, its size grew again, and the diameter of its base reached an astonishing ten miles, like a huge mountain standing upside down in the sky out of thin air.

What Lingjue Yang Nantian was urging was still the giant cloud of spiritual power. However, the number of spirit clouds, which was originally enough to overturn a city, turned out to be a terrifying thirty or so.

More than thirty golden clouds slowly suspended around the icicles, exuding a terrifying coercion that made people palpitate. The giant eagle that was originally hovering in the sky also escaped without a trace because of its huge oppression.

And around this ice pick and spirit cloud, a group of giant wolves rushed out at some point. If you look closely, these giant wolves are all transformed by black soul power. However, the wolf of soul power is lifelike, full of wildness, like substance. What's more, the fluctuation of soul power brought by these giant wolves is no less than the cloud of spiritual power.

The most inconspicuous thing is the beam of spiritual power that Yang Ming casts. I saw that this beam of light was like ordinary sunlight, shining down from the sky, unremarkable. However, when they got closer, they saw that the air around the beam was distorted. It turned out that the offensive method of this spiritual power beam was high temperature, which could be called a high temperature like burning mountains and boiling seas. Therefore, its destructive power should not be underestimated.

Then, the four heavens and the earth trembled and attacked, and they descended straight down. I saw that the giant ice pick, with its weight of hundreds of millions of catties, took the lead and crushed it straight towards the three Spirit Kings.

Seeing this, the Spirit King had already ignored his injuries and rushed towards the giant icicle. After that, he raised his hands and held the ice pick in the air, preventing it from falling another half step. However, this ice pick had already been condensed by the cultivation of Wei Wuying's whole body, so how could it be idle? Moreover, those two shadow blades were spinning at the front of the ice pick at a high speed at this moment, and they were even more powerful.

Although the Spirit King's hands holding the icicles were already the color of gold and extremely hard, they were still cut by these two blades and flowed with golden blood.

It didn't take long for the Spirit King, who was already so desperate, to be suppressed by the huge mountain-like black ice picks.

And at this time, Yang Zhan and Yang Xiaoran were not having a good time.

Yang Zhan saw that the Spirit King was struggling, and he had the heart to help, but the more than thirty spirit clouds had already fallen in a hurry. From time to time, golden lightning flashed around the dark golden spirit cloud.

However, Yang Zhan was not afraid, he also knew a little about this dark gold spirit cloud of Yang Nantian, and it was not difficult to crack it. Moreover, the strength of Yang Zhan is still faintly above Yang Nantian.

After that, Yang Zhan was really a master of art and bold, and he actually rushed straight towards the spirit clouds of more than 30 regiments.

In the face of this blatant provocation, Lingyun immediately smashed down at him. Just when this spirit cloud was about to come into contact with Yang Zhan's body, he disappeared strangely in place.

After that, I saw that Yang Zhan had been walking around these spiritual clouds for a week, as if he was sowing something.

Sure enough, a golden flame flashed in the middle of the golden spirit cloud. Then, the flames grew bigger and brighter, and turned into golden flames.

It didn't take long for the golden flames to gradually coalesce, covering the dozens of spirit clouds in it.

After that, Yang Zhan manipulated this piece of spiritual power fire and calcined the spiritual cloud frantically.

On the other side, Yang Xiaoran was already fighting with this large group of soul power wolves. Floating in the air, he waved his palm, and a large area of golden spiritual power arrows shot out in an instant. These spirit arrows were so precise that they hit the vital point of the wolf of soul power, that is, the head. And nine times out of ten, it directly hit the eyes of the soul wolves, and those soul wolves who were hit in the eyes instantly turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated.

However, even so, there were still hundreds of soul wolves that stubbornly survived. After that, the wolves with low intelligence still rushed to Yang Xiaoran in the center without fear of death.

After firing two more waves of spirit arrows, there were only more than a hundred soul wolves left. However, the size of these soul wolves has unexpectedly become huge, and their strength has also reached the terrifying Divine Yuan Realm.

It turned out that Zhong Yihu, who seemed to be reckless, still kept this hand.

What's even more surprising is that these giant wolves don't seem to feel pain. Even if they were hit by several arrows, they were still as strong as ever, and in the blink of an eye, they pounced on Yang Xiaoran.

For a while, Yang Xiaoran was dragged alive by them on the spot.

At this moment, a golden beam of light had slowly moved from the side of the sky, and it was still more than ten meters away from Yang Xiaoran. Yang Xiaoran had even felt the terrifying heat. After that, the golden speed of light instantly scorched his body, and his whole body spasmed, but he gritted his teeth and survived.

However, he gritted his teeth and withstood the scorching heat of the beam. However, his figure froze in place, unable to move.

The nearest giant wolves, very afraid of this Yang Xiaoran, were wandering beside him, ready to wait for an opportunity to move. However, at this moment, they saw that the human with extraordinary hands was still in the air, not moving, so they swarmed up and pounced.

Seeing that the wolf of soul power actually bit him again, Yang Xiaoran immediately slashed it with one palm. The golden spiritual power instantly took shape under his palm, like a blade like thin ice. The blade instantly slashed off these soul power giant wolves at the waist. Before they could let out a wail, they disappeared completely.

However, in order to kill these wolves of soul power, Yang Xiaoran also consumed a lot. The spiritual power in his body instantly appeared in a vacuum. However, the terrifying beam of spiritual power still hung high in the air, continuing to scorch his body.

In an instant, Yang Xiaoran only felt a heart-rending pain rushing all over her body. His body shrank in an instant. Then he fell straight down from mid-air.

After that, the roof of the Temple of the Divine King was smashed through by him in an instant. Yang Xiaoran fell into the temple of the god king in this way. Traumatized by this, his consciousness has become blurred. He felt that he was lying in a secret room, and in the middle of this secret room was a small stone platform. At this moment, a delicate stone box was quietly suspended in the center of the stone platform.

After that, he lost consciousness and passed out.

Above the sky of the Divine King's Temple, fierce battles continued.

After Yang Zhan trapped the cloud of destruction with the fire of spiritual power, he hurried in the direction of the Spirit King.

In the blink of an eye, he was at the base of the giant ice pick.

At this time, the Spirit King was about to be unable to withstand the weight of this huge mountain-like ice pick. Several hideous wounds had already appeared on his hands and arms, and golden blood flowed frantically outward.

Seeing such a scene, Yang Zhan couldn't help but feel a burst of grief. The spirit king is generous, benevolent, and respected, but the heavens don't bless him and let him fall into such a field.

However, Ling Shuai Yang Zhan didn't think much about it. He calmed down in an instant. Then, his palms slammed into the bottom of the icicle.

The Spirit King on the side was also very moved when he saw that Yang Zhan was so loyal. He didn't say much, just nodded lightly at the latter. After that, the Spirit King let out a loud shout, and golden spiritual power burst out from his body again.

After that, this dark black, somewhat transparent soul power icicle was completely penetrated by two strands of golden spiritual power in an instant.

Not long after, this giant mountain-like soul power ice pick actually vibrated and then shattered violently. But even so, it didn't make an earth-shattering sound.

Not long after the dark black fragments dispersed, the two Spirit Kings were once again horrified to see several people surrounding them, who were none other than Wei Wuying, Yang Nantian, Zhong Yihu, and Yang Ming.

For a moment, the sky became extraordinarily quiet.

Perhaps, this entrenched spirit clan is destined to change the dynasty today.