Huge arcs of electricity visible to the naked eye spread in circles. Everything that came into contact with it was wiped out in an instant.

The huge electric current is like a god of destruction, destroying everything that is seen and what is not seen, and spreading at lightning speed.

There were countless subtle explosions in the air, and He Yiming's ears twitched slightly, but his heart was full of luck.

Fortunately, he had seen Yu Fei's divine weapon that had melted into the blood rain with his own eyes, and he had also seen the unknown divine weapon of Huangquan Ancestor mixed in the mud and sand counterattack, so he had a strong sense of suspicion about the gloomy aura in the sky.

Sure enough, there is something hidden in it.

Although He Yiming has not personally tasted these things, he knows that they are by no means simple when he thinks about them.

It's just that now, under the half-sound momentum of the white horse, coupled with the thunder and lightning attack in the thunder shock, these things have been completely destroyed, and there is not even a bit of scum left.

The white horse chewed desperately, the weak aura on his body gradually increased, and the white stone quickly transformed into its strength, allowing its somewhat swinging hooves to stand firm again.

Then, without waiting for He Yiming's command, it spread its four hooves and ran out like a flight forward.

Although its speed is far from its peak, it is also moving in close proximity to the arc. Compared to ordinary Venerables, it is still much faster.

The figure of Jimo Vanshu in the sky suddenly rose up, and rushed towards the sky like a flying sword.

At his feet, the huge arc of electricity chased after him, until it was more than ten feet in the air, and then it dissipated. But in this void, there is still a trace of purple electricity flickering from time to time.

His face finally changed, and then he realized that he originally thought that the junior who couldn't escape from the palm of his hand would secretly plan, but instead set him aside.

He dismounted to fight his enemy, in fact, to attract his own attention, to buy time for the other two holy beasts to release the huge thunder and lightning.

However, once he thought of the power of thunder and lightning just now, even he was a little frightened.

Because he himself was not sure if he was really caught up in this thunderbolt, then he would be safe and sound.

With a glance, his face darkened.

He Yiming guessed correctly, in these gloomy aura, there were actually tens of thousands of plankton that could float in the void.

These creatures are like bloodsuckers, once they attach themselves to the bodies of humans and beasts, they will desperately burrow into the flesh.

Their vitality is extremely strong, and even if they are bombarded with True Qi, it is difficult to kill or expel them. Except for the use of the secret method of blood coagulation, it is difficult for anyone to endure the attack of this plankton.

It's just that. These plankton also have a fatal drawback, that is, they do not fly, and can only take advantage of the opportunity to invade when humans and beasts hit them.

The reason why Jimo Fanshu laid such a huge net full of plankton was to wait, wanting to see the frightened expression on He Yiming's face when they broke through.

However, now, under the thunder and lightning of the white horse, these tens of thousands of plankton have been wiped out, and not a single one is left.

Although these plankton are extremely powerful, they are also quite difficult to cultivate.

Even if he himself used it for hundreds of years, he only cultivated these tens of thousands, and today it was ruined, and all the hard work of hundreds of years was in vain.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a faint pain in his heart, and his body flickered, and he had already flown over.

In his heart, there was really a strong killing intent to the extreme, such a strong killing intent had not appeared for more than a hundred years.

After the White Horse and the Yellow Spring Ancestor were gone, a person galloped down from the distant mountain peak.

The man had a handsome and somewhat gloomy face. It was Hao Xue, who had returned from the northwest, and he had just woken up from his meditation, so he immediately rushed to this place, but what he saw was a mess.

Looking at the charred black earth around him, and the tiny purple arcs of electricity that flickered and disappeared in the air, his face was cloudy.

After turning his eyes, he finally saw a figure on the ground in the distance, and he rushed over, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.

This person turned out to be scorched black, and it was obvious that he was electrocuted by a large amount of thunder and lightning, but to his surprise, this person's body was still twitching slightly, and it seemed that there was still a trace of life.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and when he looked closely, he immediately shook his head and sighed silently.

In this person's chest, there was a fatal wound, which was a wound that pierced the heart, even if this person was a Shinto person, he would definitely die. The reason why he hasn't breathed his last breath now is probably because the power of thunder and lightning just now has stimulated the last trace of potential in him.

"Brother Jimo......"

A subtle voice came from this person's mouth, Hao Xue's face changed slightly, hesitated for a moment, picked up this person, and sent him back to the Nine Shadows.

The one who can open his mouth to call the ancestor Brother Jimo must also be the big man in the world, and he has a certain friendship with the old ancestor.

With the power of the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, if you want to bring the dead back to life, it is absolutely impossible. But if you want him to live for half a day, I am still a little sure.

Then everything will have to wait for the Huangquan Ancestor to come back before making a decision.

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He Yiming drove the horse, and as the white stone energy continued to flow into the abdomen, the speed of the white horse's thunder and lightning became faster and faster, and its limbs became more and more powerful.

However, at this moment, He Yiming sensed that a strong sense of crisis came from behind him.

He turned his head to look around, horrified in his heart.

In the sky, a black shadow flew quickly, and his speed was even faster than the white horse at this moment.

If the white horse is at its peak, even if the person is flying in the sky, it is sure to compete with one of them. But at this time, the white horse was obviously implicated because of the all-out effort just now, and the distance between the two sides was rapidly narrowing.

Although the Huangquan Ancestor had not yet caught up, the powerful killing intent was still overwhelming, making He Yiming feel like falling into an ice cellar, and he couldn't help but shudder.

He was terrified, and he couldn't figure out why this person would suddenly become murderous.

However, He Yiming knew even more that this time he couldn't catch up no matter what, otherwise this little life would really have to be explained here.

It's just that. The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, but He Yiming's face is getting whiter and paler.

Jimo Vanshu's eyes flashed, he was already within the range of being able to attack, and with a flip of his wrist, a bright light flashed, and with a slight wave, he was already stabbing towards the white horse's ass at a faster speed.

Although this holy beast killed the plankton that he had been cultivating for hundreds of years, he admired the powerful power of thunder and lightning, so he just wanted to take it down and see if there was a chance to domesticate it in the future.

However. As soon as he left his hand, he saw a black shadow suddenly jump out from under the belly of the white horse. The black shadow raised its hand to block it, and immediately bounced his light away.

The white horse did not stop at all, carrying He Yiming and the treasure pig faster and faster.

And behind them, the one hundred and eight who hid under the belly of the white horse at some point took the initiative to jump out.

Jimo Fanshu snorted coldly, although he was surprised by this person's concealment technique, but at this moment he would no longer show the slightest mercy.

The light on his body suddenly burst into flames, and countless lights shone on one hundred and eight's body, which seemed to freeze him in place. A pair of hands patted it gently, silently, unguardable.

Ji Mo Fanshu had already made a killing intent in his heart, and if he wanted to kill a Five Qi Great Venerable in the shortest possible time, then the effect of using a flying sword in the air to fight was far less good than that of a close hand in person.

One hundred and eight calmly stretched out his palm, as if he wanted to block it.

But Jimo Vanshu's arm limped and wrapped around it as if it had no bones.

This kind of cultivation of bones to the point of being like snake bones, in the whole world, I am afraid that there is only this ancestor of the assassination world.

However, one hundred and eight's arms also moved at the same time, and its arms were softer and tougher than Huangquan Old Ancestor's.

Ji Mo Fanshu's eyes froze, this person was so weird, even more difficult than He Yiming.

His arm flicked suddenly, and a powerful force burst out, shaking one hundred and eight's arm away violently.

Although the power of one hundred and eight is infinite, the power possessed by this peak of humanity in front of him is so great that it actually suppresses him steadily.

This is the power of the Nine Heavens, a truly incomparably powerful power.

Then, as he took a step forward, one of his palms became pitch black and smelled faintly fishy.

This palm, as fast as lightning, struck towards the chest of one hundred and eight.

One hundred and eight stretched out his hand to block, although he blocked this palm, but he was hit directly to the chest by that huge force and his arm.

The huge force mixed with a trace of black poisonous gas invaded his body, which was enough to completely crush the Five Qi Great Venerable, even one hundred and eight felt unbearable.

It seemed that after a few struggles, one hundred and eight finally stopped moving. His big jewel-like eyes no longer had any brilliance, his head drooped down as if he were dejected, and his whole body no longer had any breath of life.

Although there was no breath of life on his body, with his appearance at the moment, it was easy for people to forget the previous things.

Jimo Fanshu's palm let go, and Hundred and Eight slowly slipped and fell to the ground in front of him, motionless.

Jimofanshu was so confident in his palm that he knew the consequences of it, and he didn't even bother to look at it again before chasing the white horse in the distance.

However, he didn't know that not long after he left, Hundred and Eight stood up casually, he looked at his body, and the light flashed, as if he had changed into a new outfit, and walked forward in a chic manner.