At the foot of the Goddess Peak.

The tomb was built by Dayu for Boyi, and there is nothing peculiar.

There are several mine roads around the tomb road, the main branch of each cave is connected, the left and right are bent, the twists and turns are bizarre, as if they are in a strange world like a beehive magnified by tens of millions of times, which makes people feel like entering a labyrinth, which is obviously the traces left by hundreds of years of mining in the Tang Gate.

Tang Qianxi led the way with his childhood memories, and the group walked dozens of feet, and suddenly opened up in front of them, revealing a huge space as wide as the temple above, and finally came to the bottom of the belly of the Goddess Peak, and they saw a simple coffin when they boarded.

Lying in there was Boyi.

Nuwa Shi lay quietly in this coffin, accompanying Boyi's bones.

Although the coffin is thick, it can't hide the glittering and glittering multicolored light of the Nuwa stone, and under this light, it seems that it is not in the gloomy tomb, but in the gorgeous illusion.

The Tang Sect has been mining for hundreds of years, but it has never touched this coffin, nor has it ever had any evil thoughts about Nuwa Stone. Therefore, this hinterland has always been regarded as a forbidden area of the forbidden area, which has been passed down to this day.

The hacker looked at the light emanating from the coffin, a little excited, a little excited, and couldn't wait to say: "I've been looking for you for fifteen years, and my dream has finally come true." ”

It was the moment when he relaxed his vigilance and diverted his attention that Feng Yi silently contemplated and had been gathering momentum for a long time, and silently escaped into Pei Xixi's sea of knowledge like a sharp sword.

Being in the red dust means being outside the Three Realms.

In the sea of knowledge, the hacker's natal primordial spirit reacted, his mind shook slightly, and he shook slightly to the left, easily avoiding the fatal blow, but the remaining strength had already caused him a little minor injury.

The hacker looked at Feng Yi's natal primordial god that seeped into it like a spring breeze and rain, and was at the extreme of peace, and was quite surprised, and said, "Good boy, I underestimated you." However, the sigil technique you cultivated with mental power is not strong enough, even if you have the Yuan Ancestor Fu and want to hurt Lao Tzu's Yuan Shen, I am afraid that it will be a mayfly shaking the tree, and I will not measure my strength. ”

Feng Yi said calmly: "I know." ”

The hacker's face was gloomy, and he said, "Since you know, you still come to look for death? Are you really not afraid of death?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "Who lives and who dies, is it too early to say?"

The hacker's eyes flashed sharply, and he said, "Seeing that you have a fearless appearance, is there any killer feature that can't be done?"

Feng Yi shrugged his shoulders and said: "Your Yuan Shen is like a long-distance run, it will never last, as long as you insist on half a pillar of incense for a long time, what should happen to Your Excellency." ”

The hacker sneered, sneered, and said: "Lao Tzu is alone in the depths and long-distance running, although it is a bit risky, but how can you stop me? Not to mention that you can hold on to that half pillar of incense time." ”

Feng Yi didn't think about it, and replied: "I don't know it anymore, but I want to try." ”

The hacker was full of self-confidence and shouted, "As you wish." Come on. ”

Feng Yi first formed a fire talisman seal, and a fire dragon rushed to the hacker.

The hacker did not move like a pine, and silently recited two words with a relaxed face, the meaning of which is unknown, but it is majestic and far-reaching, as deep as the abyssal sea, endless, as if from hell, from the underworld.

In the Zhihai space, the hacker primordial god suddenly transformed into a black lonely tomb, causing an unprecedented desolate chill to rise around him.

The atmosphere became more solemn.

After the fire dragon slammed into the lonely grave, a trace of cool white smoke rose, but the lonely grave did not move.

The white smoke born of the meeting of fire and cold is like a cloud, and then it turns into fog, and the fog turns into rain.

The drizzle fell one after another, making the lonely grave even more lonely and poignant, and it looked as if it had been the wind and rain for tens of millions of years, all condensed in this moment.

Feng Yi looked up at the rain, frowned slightly, stood silent in the drizzle, and let the raindrops fall on his body and face.

The fastest thing in the world is not fog, not rain, not wind, but lightning.

At this time, the idea of the hacker is like lightning, and in a flash, it is a small world.

When the drizzle fell on Feng Yi's head, face, and body, the raindrops had turned into ice, freezing him and imprisoning him, as if he wanted to turn into an ice man before he could stop.

The strength of the ice and snow has a very clear meaning of deforestation.

Feng Yi felt only infinite chill, only endless pain, and nothing else.

This is a difficult challenge to cross the border, and the odds are overwhelming, but Feng Yi gambled by example in order to delay time as much as possible.

Even if he hides in the most dangerous situation, he will persevere, because if he insists on it here, the hacker's divine sense will be weakened by one point, and then he will have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

He'll keep going.

Definitely.

The mind is set, and no longer thinks about the rest.

Feng Yi's strength and will to survive in adversity are fully displayed at this time. Endless ice intent crept into his consciousness, and although he was extremely frozen, he still gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on.

Until he could no longer hold on, until life and death hung by a thread, he used the technique of water concealment to break through the seal of ice and snow.

With half a moment of time to catch his breath, Feng Yi shouted wildly, and slammed his fist into the lonely grave again.

This punch is like a stroke of genius, and all the years of practice have fallen into this punch.

The punches are fierce.

There are no tricks, no cover-ups.

Momentum.

There is no sharp sound of breaking the air, and there is no vertical and horizontal energy.

There was no sound in front of the grave.

However, there is a great deep rift in the lonely grave.

The hacker walked out of the crack with a shocked and unexpected face, looking at the seal on the opposite side that was like an electric shock and falling everywhere, and the lonely grave behind him disappeared.

The Yellow Sacred Body!

He had actually cultivated into the Yanhuang Holy Body!

The hacker's eyes flashed brightly, and the war spirit was flourishing, and it was very exciting.

Feng Yi's punch was life-threatening, and he cheered up with anger, which made the hacker begin to feel that his divine sense was beginning to weaken.

He had to do it quickly, or fifteen years of hard work would be in vain.

The hacker snorted coldly, poked his hand into a knife, and quickly slashed towards Feng Yi. The knife intent is stretched to the extreme, and there is no sound of breaking the air, and there is no bit of energy.

Feng Yi narrowed his eyes and waited for the battle, giving birth to a wonderful feeling of mastering the opponent completely, and he felt very fresh.

The hacker's knife is much more powerful than his punch just now, and the power contained in the knife must be more than 10,000 jun, which is extremely impressive.

Avenue Shein.

Life and death are only a matter of thought.

At this moment, a breeze gently blew into the tomb, blowing the corners of Feng Yi's clothes, blowing his black hair, and blowing his slightly swaying body.

Accompanied by the breeze, a breath emanated from between Feng Yi's eyebrows.

This breath is full of the fresh taste of life, but it is so proud and confident, powerful and awe-inspiring.

Tang Qianxi and Ping'er held their breath and quietly looked at Feng Yi and Pei Xixi.

The two of them knew that they were fighting in the Zhihai space, and they also knew that Yi Yi's cultivation must have been killed by powerful hackers, and they were in danger, but they couldn't help at all.

Ping'er's heart suddenly became uneasy, worried that Tang Qianxi would make that terrible decision. immediately looked at Tang Qianxi, only to see that he was thinking deeply about some kind of difficulty and making a decision.

Such an expression had never appeared on his face.

Tang Qianxi has always given everyone the attitude that everything is under control, and it seems that for him, there is nothing in the world that can be difficult for him.

In an instant, Ping'er felt that the new master of the Tang Sect, who was rich and highly cultivated, was also a person of flesh and blood, although his identity, status, skills, and the power and strength in his hands made him an image that was beyond all living beings.

In fact, he is still a human being, still like ordinary people, with seven emotions and six desires, and will have emotional fluctuations due to changes in things, and will also have times of anxiety, confusion and troubles like anyone else.

On the one hand, he is his wife who has not passed the door, and on the other hand, he is the foundation of the Tang Sect.

This is the most difficult question in the world.

If he is a generation of heroes, he may abandon women and choose the family business.

But he's not.

On the contrary, he is an amorous man and a responsible hero.

He had no choice.