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"Quick, kill Yang Yun, I can't stand it anymore." For the first time, the person in the painting was in a panicked mood, and he anxiously transmitted the message to Yang Ke.

"Good! Ancestor, you hold on a little longer. ”

Yang Ke's face was heavy and he didn't say a word. The power of the fourth-order bloodline exploded and rushed towards me.

"Right under my nose, you still want to kill my grandson?"

Grandpa's voice rang out. But it didn't scare Yang Ke.

Yang Ke faced the powerful shock wave and walked to the bell-shaped barrier with difficulty, the blood-colored vortex in his palm rotated rapidly, and as long as this palm hit the barrier, it could shatter the me inside.

"Haha, head of the Yang family. There is also an emperor, I will know you in one palm now! ”

Yang Ke's face showed a hideous look, and as he spoke, he slapped his palm and landed fiercely on the bell-shaped barrier.

"Roar!"

At the last moment, a thunderous roar came out through the cracks of the ink painting, and instantly crossed the space and arrived in front of Yang Ke.

The invisible roar turned into a giant mountain phantom, and slammed into Yang Ke's chest, knocking him away.

"Catch me!" Yang Ke flew out, his face ugly.

"Whoa."

Dozens of emperor-level monks rose into the air and pressed their palms on Yang Ke's back, helping him offset his strength. Then he stabilized his body and held him up.

"Kill Yang Yun." Yang Ke's face turned red, the blood in his body was reversed by the roar, and it took more than ten seconds to straighten out his breath, and he immediately stepped on the top of the blood dragon head and rushed over.

"What about people?" Yang Ke flew in front of the barrier alone, only to find that he was the only one here. The rest were not around.

He turned his head to see that the rest of the people were all standing in place, not daring to move, and they were rapidly shifting their qi and blood.

Their blood was also reversed by the roar, and under the chaos of qi and blood, they could not move, and they would be injured if they moved blindly.

Including the other 2 half-emperors were also recruited, but their bloodlines are strong and they can be adjusted quickly.

"Your strength is beyond my expectations." The person in the painting has a heavy voice, trying his best to block the grandfather.

I was trapped in the bell barrier, and my consciousness revived. All you can see is a giant ink painting with cracks, and the area of the ink painting has expanded a lot, blocking the outer space.

I couldn't see my grandfather, nor could I see the battle between him and the person in the painting, and I could only judge the intensity of the battle by the explosion of energy and the amplitude of the ink painting paper.

Judging from the breath I sensed, it was my grandfather who had the upper hand, and my grandfather's breath was getting stronger and stronger, and the breath of the person in the painting was suppressed, and I felt that he was not Grandpa's opponent.

"Why is Grandpa here? Didn't you say that it was in the hands of Yang Ke and them? Yang Ke and the others have been threatening me with my grandfather before, but, uh, this scene is a bit unexpected now. "Ji Ji ditch died.

I struggled to resist the forces of petrification, and at the same time I was thinking about the current situation.

Presumably grandpa made a move, but Yang Ke and they didn't expect it.

"Grandpa, hurry up, I can't hold on!" Seeing the gray viscous liquid flowing into my eyes, I hurriedly let out a soul fluctuation and asked my grandfather for help.

My eyes were also petrified, and the liquid entered the sea of divine consciousness, enveloping the soul body, if the soul body was petrified, I would be completely helpless!

I don't know what that liquid is, it's so terrible, I can't do anything about it.

"Die."

Yang Ke grabbed a vacancy, swept out the whip leg, wrapped in the power of the Heavenly Dao Alternate Dimension and Bloodline, and swept away the shock wave, blocking a small piece of space, and Mount Tai blasted down like a top.

"This traitor."

I could see it clearly, I felt the heavy crisis but couldn't resist, and I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

"Fuck off."

On the other side of the ink painting, Grandpa's deep voice exploded violently, and he saw the danger on my side.

"Peng."

The fierce force rushed through the air through the ink painting, canceling out the force that Yang Ke had urged, and then the force exploded in his body, shattering his clothes and causing varying degrees of damage to his body.

Some monks who had straightened out their qi and blood rushed over, but they were also shocked, and 2 of them had a low cultivation level and their souls collapsed, and their spirits were destroyed.

The majestic power gathered and formed an isolation barrier on the side of the barrier to prevent Yang Ke and them from attacking me.

"Hold on for another minute, and when Grandpa breaks through his defenses, he can go in and save you." Grandpa sent me a message.

"Okay, I can hold on." I sent out a soul wave in response to Grandpa.

Grandpa used energy through the cracks in the ink painting to build a protective shield for me, so that Yang Ke and the others could not threaten me, I just needed to resist the invasion of the gray liquid on my soul.

"Boom."

Time passed minute by minute, and the intensity of the battle between my grandfather and the person in the painting soared, and in just a few seconds, I sensed that the intensity of the battle had increased several times, and the terrifying qi spread out, making me creepy.

Yang Ke and the others didn't dare to move, so they could only stand in place and wait for the result of the battle.

"Click."

In less than 1 minute, the paper of the ink painting floated violently, and then two big rough hands broke the gap in the broken paper, and tore it to both sides with force, and in the continuous cracking sound, the huge ink painting paper was torn open with a huge opening.

"Get the hell out of here!" The man in the painting is furious, and his voice is filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Keng~~"

A shocking loud noise came out, and the breath of the person in the painting was rapidly reduced, while the grandfather's qi was rising, completely overshadowing the field of the person in the painting.

"Step." One foot stepped out of the crack in the paper, and then in Yang Ke's shocked gaze, an old man walked out plainly and appeared inside the space.

"Grandpa broke the barrier of the person in the painting!" My heart was ecstatic.

"Let's go." At this time, a slightly anxious voice came from the broken ink painting.

The person in the painting knows that he is not his grandfather's opponent, and he can't protect Yang Ke and the others, so he wants to let them go. Silently, a huge spatial crack opened up around Yang Ke and them.

"Ancestor, what should you do?" Yang Ke also did not forget to care about the situation of the people in the painting.

"You go, don't worry about me, hurry, you can't leave when it's late!" The tone of the person in the painting is short, and the composure and indifference that used to face me have long since disappeared without a trace.

"Okay, then Ancestor, be careful." Yang Ke nodded and instructed the people around him to leave.

"Want to go?"

Grandpa found out, his eyes were cold, and he didn't intend to let them go.

"Oh no, hurry up." Yang Ke urged, the distance between them and their grandfather was only 500 meters, which was dangerous.

"Town."

As soon as Grandpa pointed out, the phantom of Mount Kinabalu flew out, crossed the sky, spanned a distance of 500 meters, and brutally smashed on them.

"Whoosh!" At the moment when the phantom of the Divine Mountain came, Yang Ke and all of them walked out of this space along the spatial crack.

The phantom of the sacred mountain sacrificed by Grandpa failed to hit them, but the powerful power was vented through the crack that had not yet been completely closed.

"Puff puff."

The spatial crack healed, and four explosions faintly appeared in the outside world.

However, the crack has disappeared, and it will take some time for grandpa to break through the other dimension, and if he chases him out, Yang Ke and they will definitely be gone.

"Buzz." Grandpa didn't pay attention to Yang Ke's side after sacrificing the phantom of the sacred mountain, and then landed in front of the bell-shaped barrier, pressing his palm on the barrier, dissolving the barrier built by the bloodline.

"How?" Grandpa looked at me solemnly.

"My soul is besieged by a strange liquid, I can't get rid of it, and I don't dare to trigger a soul power attack." I replied.

"Ah," Grandpa's right hand slashed across the center of his eyebrows, drawing a bloody hole in the center of his eyebrows, and red and gold blood flowed on his fingers.

"Transform!"

His face was stiff, and his blood-stained fingertips snapped into my brow.

The blood seeped in along the petrified exterior and soon entered the sea of my divine consciousness, incinerating the gray liquid that besieged the soul, and then the blood flowed out of the sea of divine consciousness and ran up and down my body.

My petrified body miraculously recovered, and the stone shell came to life and quickly transformed into flesh and blood.

Seeing that I was back to normal, my grandfather nodded, and at this time, the phantom of the sacred mountain that had urged them to go out to hunt down Yang Ke automatically flew back and merged into my grandfather's body.

"I ran so fast that only 4 died." Grandpa muttered.

"You recover first, I'll go and kill his divine thoughts." After my grandfather instructed me, I turned around and went to the ink painting.

"Hahaha, just you, you also want to kill my divine thoughts?" The person in the painting laughs angrily.

"It's just a wisp of thought." Grandpa's momentum skyrocketed, rushed up to suppress the person in the painting, opened his bow with both hands, and tore the giant ink painting to pieces.

"Bastard!"

The man in the painting roars, with a hint of horror in his tone.

"Tell you to pretend to be forced." I sat cross-legged on the floor and rolled my eyes.