The power of the pitch-black fist and the flaming giant palm made the space tremble.

It's just that when the two collided, there was no violent roar, only the distortion of space, and the eerie silence, and all the sounds around them disappeared.

Jun Yi, Yue Ningyan and the others stared at each other from a distance, their hearts trembling slightly, only to see that Sen Ran's fist slammed into the giant palm of Mo Yiqian's red and golden flames with unrivaled might.

Mo Yiqian's eyes were heavy, and his body trembled faintly.

"Buzz"

I saw that the space was distorted, and it actually had the appearance of collapse, spreading out to all sides.

The pitch-black and black fist exerted force in vain, directly penetrating the crimson golden flame giant palm, and the black mangs rose into the sky, covering the sky and the sun for a while, even the sun was covered.

Under the pitch-black light, the crimson flames were still churning and roaring, and the twisted and turbulent appearance seemed to be struggling.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Jun Yi and the others had a huge shock in their ears, and the violent power pushed sideways.

"Be careful!"

Yue Ningyan exclaimed, and between raising his hand, the phantom of a dragon's claw covered with blue and white scale armor appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the power of the Holy Spirit suddenly came out, and a blue and white light shield covered the outside, blocking this power from the outside.

"Broken!"

The blood-clothed young man roared wildly, and the roaring sound was accompanied by the thunder of the fist.

Almost instantly, Mo Yiqian's red-golden flames were completely covered, and the whole was submerged under this icy cold light, and the sky was pitch black, as if the end had come.

The blood-clothed boy stood proudly in the sky, looking down at the endless darkness below, his eyes flashing with a bloody and violent aura, and the sky around him was faintly heavy, as if he was trembling.

"Old Mo!"

Seeing this, Yue Ningyan's face turned pale, her expression changed in shock, and she was about to step forward with an exclamation, but she was grabbed by Jun Yi.

"Don't worry!"

Jun Yi's mouth was soft, his eyes were full of solemnity, he didn't expect that this young man was so strong that even Mo Yiqian could be suppressed by him, but even so, he still had great confidence in Mo Yiqian.

"Jin Yan!"

A deep voice slowly came out from the boundless darkness in front of him, and the indifferent voice carried a touch of anger.

"Snort"

"Boom !!"

A slight tearing sound burst out, followed by a large roar and vibration, breaking through the darkness.

The golden flame was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, cutting through the thousands of obstacles in front of him, as if it could burn the darkness, slowly spreading outward, marking a huge hole in Jinyan.

Mo Yiqian's body was straight, there was no trace of anger and annoyance in his eyes, but there was a little excitement that he had not seen for a long time, and a ball of Jin Yan danced gently in his eyes.

"Click"

The Jin Yan Crazy Knife in Mo Yiqian's hand slowly came out, and a kind of royal power spread out from his body, as if he was looking at the world and arrogant to all beings.

"You're good!"

Mo Yiqian raised his head slightly, staring at the blood-clothed young man in the sky, his entire eyes had been dyed golden.

As its voice fell, an incomparable burning sensation gradually overflowed from its body, blending with the majesty of the king.

The majesty was pervasive, enveloping the air of the week.

The blood-clothed young man felt this coercion and frowned, the blood in his eyes flickered slightly, revealing a dignified light, and slowly fell on the Jin Yan Crazy Knife in Mo Yiqian's hand.

"King Weapon!"

The blood-clothed boy muttered, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but then vanished.

"In this Beicang Continent, you are the first person worthy of my serious action. ”

Mo Yiqian muttered in his mouth, even Wu Qiuming, in his heart, he only comprehended a little bit of the power of fate, and he may be regarded as the number one person in the Beicang Continent, but he is not a person who can enter his eyes.

Maybe the drunken madness has this potential, but it hasn't broken through the martial arts yet.

But at this moment, this blood-clothed young man is both martial arts and might

Well, it all made him frightened, it was really terrifying to have such strength in the Beicang Continent at such an age, and he could vaguely feel that this blood-clothed young man still had some strength left.

"This knife, if you can block it, I Mo Yiqian will admit defeat!"

Mo Yiqian spoke lightly, his expression was serious, his big hand slowly stroked Jin Yan's mad knife, and a heavy force slowly dispersed with his arm, and the sky suddenly sank.

Seeing this, Jun Yi's heart was deep, and he didn't expect Mo Yiqian to use this martial art, it seemed that he was really serious.

"Tear Pull"

As Mo Yiqian's voice fell, he saw that his two arms rose in vain, and directly burst the two long sleeves of the linen clothes, and the hideous meridians, blood vessels and arched muscles hit everyone's eyes, which was slightly better than the burly body of the blood-clothed young man.

"In that case, then you're welcome"

Seeing this, the blood-clothed young man's eyes condensed, and he raised his hand to grab it in a low voice, and a pitch-black long stick suddenly appeared in the void and fell into the young man's hand, and the surrounding space suddenly changed.

"Click"

A tingling sound came out, and cracks cracked open like a spider's web in the space around the blood-clothed young man's pitch-black long stick.

"This is"

Jun Yi and Yue Ningyan saw this, their eyes shrank suddenly, and their hearts couldn't stop trembling.

It is unimaginable that as a person with Jun Yi IX, his mind has gone through countless hardships and tempering, and his mind is a little unable to calm down, and this stick actually surpasses his cognition.

The pitch-black long stick appeared, and it was clear that there was not the slightest breath overflowing, but the moment it appeared, the sky began to collapse.

"This, what ?!!!"

"How is that possible? How can such a thing be here? No way! But this breath"

"No, this breath is wrong, what the hell is going on? Why is it here?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Suddenly, an old exclamation of horror came from Jun Yi's sea of knowledge.

The trunk of the branches on the Yunshen Tree shook violently, and countless branches and leaves broke and scattered, setting off a gust of wind in the sea of Jun Yizhi.

"Hmm!"

Jun Yi's face turned pale, and he only felt that the sea of knowledge was like a knife twisting, and the feeling of pain seemed to tear his head apart, and the pain from the soul made him a little unbearable.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yue Ningyan saw that Jun Yi's face was pale, and the divine consciousness in his body was turbulent, and he immediately panicked, and wanted to help, but he couldn't find a way, so he could only do it in a hurry.

"Tree Old!"

In the sea of knowledge, Concubine Luo was eager in her heart, and she drank delicately in her mouth, an ice butterfly appeared behind her, and the powerful divine sense coercion suddenly descended.

"Whew"

The Yunshen Tree seemed to come back to its senses, and the movement was only a little smaller.

Jun Yi felt that the pain eased slightly, and hurriedly sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his divine consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness, and Yue Ningyan was protecting the Dharma on his side, guarding carefully.

"What's going on?"

Jun Yi stepped calmly, his brows furrowed, and there was a slight displeasure in his eyes.

"Brother Jun, are you okay?"

Concubine Luo reined in the ice butterfly, and hurriedly jumped out, to Jun Yi's side, and asked carefully.

Jun Yi's heart warmed slightly when he heard this, he raised his hand and touched the long hair of the supple Concubine Luo, revealing a warm smile, and shook his head gently: "It's okay." ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm so excited. ”

Yun Shenshu opened his mouth in a trembling voice, obviously the fluctuations in his heart had not subsided, and it could even be said that he was suppressing himself.

"Do you know the pitch-black stick in the hand of the blood-clad boy?"

Jun Yi's eyes condensed, and Concubine Luo turned his head to look over.

The pitch-black long stick was not trivial, in Jun Yi's guess, its grade was even above the King Weapon Jin Yan Crazy Knife in Mo Yiqian's hand, otherwise there would not be such a vision.

It's just that even if he prides himself on being well-informed and has a good mind, he can't see the origin of the pitch-black long stick.

But the Yunshen Tree claims to be a unique existence between heaven and earth

And the violent reaction he had just had, it was clear that he knew some of the origin of the pitch-black stick.

"This stick should be, just how he is"

Yun Shenshu muttered when he heard this, and was faintly embarrassed, but he still sighed and said in a deep voice: "This stick has an extraordinary origin, it's not something you can know, don't ask again." ”

"What you have to do now is to ask Mo Yiqian not to make a move. ”

"Why?"

Jun Yi's brows furrowed, Mo Yiqian was now at a juncture of excitement, if he interrupted, he would probably be very disappointed in his heart.

"Why?"

The branches of the Yunshen Tree trembled slightly, as if they were a little funny, but also seemed to be a little disdainful: "This is to save his life!"

"If that stick goes down, the Jin Yan Crazy Knife in Mo Yiqian's hand will inevitably shatter, how can the light of the fireflies compete with the bright moon?

"Wow, that's ridiculous!"

"Shhh

Jun Yi gasped when he heard this, his heart was cold, and his eyes were solemn, what he said was too big, the king of weapons, the king of weapons, couldn't beat that stick?

Isn't it an imperial weapon? But the imperial weapon Jun Yi has seen it, and it is never so powerful.

"Whew!"

Jun Yi exhaled lightly, didn't speak, just nodded, and was about to withdraw to stop it.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, there was a turmoil in the Heavenly Punishment Forbidden Scroll, and the giant gate of the Heavenly Punishment Ghost Tomb slowly opened, and a cold aura surged out, directly rolling Jun Yi up and pulling it inside.

"Brother Jun!"

Seeing this, Concubine Luo's face changed, her eyes glared angrily, and the majestic coercion surged out in an instant, and she was about to make a move to stop it, but she was stopped by the Yunshen Tree.

"Don't be impatient, the mystery inside shouldn't hurt him. ”

Yun Shenshu muttered, faintly a little puzzled, a little curious, but what he said was true, the aura in the ghost tomb was the same as the coldness on the blood-clothed young man outside.

Concubine Luo stopped when she heard this, but just looked at it with a worried expression, and at the same time thought of the relationship between the forbidden scroll and Jun Yi today, and calmed down a little.

In the dark land of the ghost tomb, Jun Yi was swept straight into it by the cold breath, and he could vaguely see some of his vague figures along the way, as if he was struggling, and his expression was also twisted and hideous.

But Jun Yi was in a calm mood, only a little worried about Mo Yiqian.

"Snort"

Jun Yi's figure stopped, and the aura that enveloped him also dissipated.

"Your Excellency brought me here, do you have something important?"

Jun Yi said lightly, looking up at the surroundings, this place is not often entered, he is curious about the ghost tomb, there is this opportunity, naturally he wants to take a look, but his eyes are full of darkness, nothing.

"Buzz"

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor in the surrounding space, and an indifferent huge crystal appeared not far in front of Jun Yi, and a vertical black light was propped up in the middle.

"Don't make a feud with the kid outside!"

A cold and bloody voice slowly came out and fell into Jun Yi's ears.

"Why?"

Jun Yi raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Don't you have a secret forbidden god?

The voice ignored Jun Yi's question, and just took care of his own orders, and his indifferent voice seemed to be taken for granted.

"What if I don't?"

Jun Yi was a little dissatisfied in his heart, this voice was too arrogant.

"His potential is far from what you can imagine!"

The mysterious voice of the ghost tomb came out, but this sentence had a slight sneer, and said meaningfully: "Moreover, I can strike once when you are in crisis." ”

Jun Yi's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, this condition was a little tempting.