On the other side, a white-clothed mirror stood beside Qiye, looking personable, elegant and kind.

Seeing the fierce conflict between the white-haired Jiang Yi and Jin Guang, he couldn't help but remind in a low voice:

"Holy Monarch, now that Xuanxin Zhengzong can't get out, we just take this opportunity to leave."

Shura also nodded, echoing:

"That's right, now that the crisis of the Netherworld Spring has been resolved, let's go first, and leave them here to kill each other."

The dragon did not agree to leave there, and retorted:

"Why don't we take this rare opportunity to besiege Xuanxin Zhengzong with Jiang Yi's Heavenly Demon Clone, kill these people, and avoid future troubles."

Qiye's eyes swept over the audience, and he muttered:

"No, Jiang Yi and Yan Chixia are still watching from the sidelines, if we take action against Xuanxin Zhengzong, they will definitely not stand idly by, and even Xuanxin Zhengzong and Jiang Yi's Heavenly Demon clone will stop and deal with us together. Teacher Jing is right, let's withdraw first! ”

As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, many demons in the Demon Palace were about to withdraw from the Forgetful Forest.

Airplanes!

Just before they could take a few steps, a sharp and incomparable sword intent suddenly swept in, firmly locking their breath, making the retreating movements of several people suddenly freeze, as if they were being held against the throat by a cold sword blade, and their hairs stood on end.

The Mo Evil Sword in Jiang Yi's hand trembled slightly, releasing a continuous sword momentum, floating like light smoke, enveloping the demons in the Demon Palace, the sword momentum seemed to be gentle and gentle, but it made a master like Qiye dare not slack off and be contemptuous, and he had to concentrate on it.

Jiang Yi looked at the seven nights and said softly:

"Several, the show hasn't started yet, so why rush to leave."

"Look at Brother Jiang's appearance, it seems that he is ready to force us to stay?"

Qiye looked at Jiang Yi, slowly grasped the hilt of the Yixi sword at his waist, his expression was cold, and he said in a low voice:

"Could it be that you plan to fight against Xuanxin Zhengzong and the Yin Moon Dynasty with the power of one person?"

Now Jiang Yi's Heavenly Demon Clone is fighting with Xuanxin Zhengzong, and the deity still has to block the people of the Demon Palace, once the conflict breaks out, it is indeed the two most powerful forces in the Three Realms with the power of one person. I'm afraid no one will believe this kind of thing.

All the demons in the Demon Palace also looked at Jiang Yi with fierce eyes, and there was a certain unsettling aura surging in the air.

Jiang Yi did not restrain his sword momentum, and chuckled disapprovingly and said:

"I have no intention of making a move with a few of you, but this is not the end of the matter yet, so you'd better not leave so early."

Xu Mu'e and Xiao Wei on the side also stepped forward, standing on Jiang Yi's left and right, confronting the people of the Demon Palace opposite.

Because the remaining demonic qi in the Netherworld Secluded Spring has already exploded, there is no need for the Demon Slaying Sword to continue to stay in the spring to suppress it, so the Demon Slaying Sword has returned to Xu Mu'e's hands at this moment.

The wide sword body released a panicked sword momentum, which made many demons in the Demon Palace feel uncomfortable.

The evil dragon, who had the most violent temper among the three sages of the Demon Palace, suddenly pulled out the long knife he carried with him, and said in a vicious voice:

"Hmph, Jiang Yi, don't think that your strength is strong, and the people in our Demon Palace will be afraid of you, I don't believe that you can stop more than two hundred masters in my Demon Palace."

Shura also said aloud: "That's right, Jiang Yi, don't push people too much. ”

Qiyeyi raised his hand and signaled his subordinates to be restless.

He looked at the Mo Evil Sword in Jiang Yi's hand, and his heart was also jealous, remembering what Jiang Yi had just said about competing for the position of the Holy Monarch, he felt that Jiang Yi would have made a move long ago if he wanted to do it, and now it seems that he may really want to fight for power and profit, so he didn't choose to do it, and said:

"In that case, then I'll stay here for a while, and enjoy this rare battle."

Seeing that Qiye chose not to move, Jiang Yi smiled meaningfully and said:

"Don't worry, I don't have the idea of killing you with the Yin Moon Dynasty, I just want my clone to compete with you for the position of the Demon Palace Holy Monarch, and I believe you will agree when the time comes."

Saying that, he didn't care about the seven nights who were doubtful, and turned to look at the decisive battle between the clone and Xuanxin Zhengzong. At the same time, part of his spirit sank into the sea of consciousness, observing the abnormalities in it.

Ever since he entered the Forest of Forgetfulness and began to suppress the Netherworld Hidden Spring, as the demonic energy in the Hidden Spring continued to decrease, there was constantly merit and spiritual light pouring into his sea of consciousness from the void, forming a little spiritual light hovering around his primordial spirit.

Two days ago, those meritorious spiritual rays had already formed a dense momentum, like a deep and brilliant galaxy. If an ordinary person has so many merits, I am afraid that he can directly become an immortal.

With the birth of the white-haired Jiang Yi, the crisis of the Netherworld Spring was completely lifted, and a large number of merit spiritual light sources continued to pour into his sea of consciousness.

Because the outbreak of the Netherworld Spring was a crisis of annihilation, Jiang Yi eliminated this crisis with the power of one person, which can be said to have saved the entire human world, and the merits and spiritual light fed back by this world are naturally extremely rich.

At this moment, Jiang Yi's sea of consciousness had been filled with merit and spiritual light that kept pouring in, as if it couldn't be accommodated, making him feel full.

Just when Jiang Yi was thinking about how to deal with these meritorious aura, those auras began to flow slowly, thinking that Jiang Yi's back of the Yuan Shen converged and condensed, slowly forming a brilliant circular circle of light, blooming with holy and bright golden rays, just like the gods and Buddhas in the painting.

Prior to this, because he wanted to imprint the spiritual imprint into the demon fetus and refine the clone, Jiang Yi's Yuan Shen loss was not small, and it was a few points weaker than before. Now that he was illuminated and nourished by that aperture, his primordial spirit began to slowly return to its peak state again, and even grew a lot stronger than before.

He felt the powerful power of merit contained in that aura, and secretly thought that if he entered the Buddhist practice now, he would probably be able to obtain at least one Arhat Fruit Position.

Of course, fruit position is not the same as strength. Merit is actually very limited for the improvement of strength, but with the blessing of these merits, his path of cultivation in the future will be a smooth path, and there will be no obstacles.

……

On the other side, the white-haired Jiang Yi's figure above the sky flickered, bringing up a series of black afterimages, and the Ming Wang knife in his hand slashed out hundreds of thousands of fierce knife qi, colliding with the tens of thousands of golden thin arrows that rolled in angrily, making a series of crackling explosions.

It's just that no matter how much sword qi he casts and how many golden thin arrows he cuts, the next moment there will be just as many golden arrows attacking, so that he has no chance to breathe.

The four Xuanxin Elephant Demon Destroying Arrays connected the heavens and the earth, and the small golden arrows gathered together seemed to be endless.

As long as the great array does not break, the golden arrow rain will not stop.

After more than ten breaths like this, the white-haired Jiang Yi not only failed to break through the arrow rain, but was also pressed into the downwind, but he was not in a hurry, he just laughed and said:

"Haha, okay, that's what it means."

As he spoke, the Ming King Sword in his hand was raised, and the majestic demonic qi in his body was frantically urged, and the glow in his purple eyes flickered, and a terrifying sword momentum that destroyed the heavens and Jedi diffused out, overwhelmingly pressing down from the sky.

Rumble!

The demonic qi that covered a radius of several miles suddenly reversed back, and with a bang, it turned into a large cloud of tyrannical demonic flames, burning around the white-haired Jiang Yi's body, burning the golden arrows that shot from it into ashes.

Then the raging demon flame suddenly flourished, condensing into a statue of the Ming King nearly 100 zhang high, standing up to the sky, three sides and four arms, round eyes, and a look of anger on his face.

A terrifying aura of despair and murder emerged from the bottom of everyone's hearts, as if the end had come.