"Boy, I didn't expect you to have some strength, why don't you worship under the old man and become the old man's disciple?"

"Are you worthy of it?" Zhao Yi hooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and his eyes were full of contempt.

"Since that's the case, then you just go to die!" The purple-clothed old man's voice sank, and he didn't see how he moved, and several crystal silk threads broke through the air without warning, pointing directly at Zhao Yi's limbs and neck.

The old man in purple didn't know when he had already made a move, and the killing was awe-inspiring.

Perhaps for an ordinary high-level powerhouse in the Xuanzun Realm, the purple-clothed old man's attack without warning was enough to pose a deadly threat, but for Zhao Yi, it was not.

Although his attack was extremely hidden, he still couldn't hide Zhao Yi, who was full of soul power, and as soon as those few crystal silk threads were formed, Zhao Yi was already vigilant.

The jade lin sword in his hand stabbed out suddenly, and the golden-red sword light flashed in all directions, directly cutting off several crystal silk threads that swept towards him, emitting a crisp sound of gold and iron.

"This silk thread is so tenacious. Although he blocked the attack of the purple-clothed old man's sneak attack, Zhao Yi was also shocked in his heart.

When he cut these silk threads, Zhao Yizhi felt as if he was slashing on an iron pillar forged from tough rare metal, and the force from the shock almost made his palms numb.

While holding the sword and breaking several silk threads, Zhao Yi suddenly slapped out his left and right palms, and in an instant, the dragon chanted and shook the sky, and a majestic golden dragon palm surged out, blasting towards the old man in purple.

"Good boy, you really have some strength, but you are much stronger than those juniors of my Jiang family, but it's a pity, you are not from my Jiang family, otherwise the old man will definitely cultivate you vigorously!"

As soon as the palm of his hand was raised, several crystal silk threads swept out again, directly penetrating Zhao Yi's crystal palm strength, and then shaking slightly, it was directly broken into dozens of pieces.

After defusing Zhao Yi's attack, the old man in purple looked at Zhao Yi with a sigh on his face.

He Jiang Ziyi is the great elder of the Jiang family in Zhongzhou, and he has never seen a young man with such a talent as Zhao Yi in his life.

"Cultivate me, you are also worthy?" Zhao Yi sneered disdainfully, and the soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and suddenly a wide crack spread in the direction of Jiang Ziyi.

Zhao Yi even shot out with the power of this step, and the light on the Yulin Sword in his hand was brilliant and brilliant, like clouds flowing in the sky, erratic and unpredictable, but it was full of brilliance.

"Sword tyrant, sword flowing clouds. ”

"It's a good time!" The purple-clothed old man's expression remained unchanged, his hands suddenly raised, his ten fingers flew, and more than ten crystal silk threads instantly escaped into the air, staggering through the air, and turned into an invisible wire net without sound, blocking in front of Zhao Yi.

The shimmering luster on the wire mesh makes people dare not doubt what kind of fierce power this seemingly fragile but sharp crystal wire mesh contains.

As soon as he got close to the three zhang of this silk web, Zhao Yi found that there were dozens of bright silver silk threads like spider silk around his body, and more than ten extremely tough silk threads were directly wrapped around the Yulin Sword in his hand.

And the sword qi contained in the Yulin Sword did not have the slightest effect on these silk threads.

Not only that, but these strange silk threads also continued to erode the sword qi on the Yulin Sword, and the brilliant Flowing Cloud Sword Qi gradually withered under the erosion of these silk threads.

Seeing this, the smile on Jiang Ziyi's face was even more mysterious, as his true yuan moved, his hands were wide open, and dozens of silk threads shot out from all over his body, continuing to entangle Zhao Yi.

Under this strange attack, Zhao Yi was actually confined in the air for a while, and it was difficult to break free, and the sharpness on the silk thread pierced his body protection true yuan even more easily.

Under this kind of fierce attack, the thick body protection true element is not much thicker than a piece of paper.

Not long after, Zhao Yi, who flew towards the purple-clothed old man, was already wrapped in silver threads in defiance, and from a distance, it looked like a huge silver cocoon, weird and gloomy.

"Boy, the old man will give you another chance in the end, if you are willing to become the slave of the old man and be manipulated by the old man, the old man can still spare your life, otherwise the old man will teach you to turn into minced meat in an instant once the thousand-year-old immortal silk is tightened!"

Seeing that Zhao Yi was restrained by himself, Jiang Ziyi looked at the silk cocoon in the air with a calm expression.

The immortal silkworm is an extremely strange monster beast, and the silk it spits out is extremely tough, although it is thinner than a hair, but even the metal of the same rank may not be tougher than it.

The immortal silkworm that has reached the thousand-year-level level is already comparable to that of the demon emperor-level demon beast, and the silk spit out is not only tougher, but also invulnerable, and can also derive more slightly weaker silk.

Since Jiang Ziyi obtained a piece of immortal silk by chance twenty years ago, he has put all his energy into thinking about how to use this immortal silk more efficiently.

After twenty years of diligent refining, Jiang Ziyi finally successfully fused this silk, which was very likely to be obtained from the Demon Emperor-level immortal silkworm, with his true yuan, and when he made a move, the true yuan became silk, which was not only extremely terrifying, but also had a strong control ability.

Back then, Jiang Ziyi relied on this kind of immortal silk that was even more weird than the ordinary fourth-order peak Xuan soldiers, and he had killed strong people whose strength was not below him many times, and he had even escaped with his life in the hands of a strong man who was stronger than himself.

Even once again, there were three or four strong men whose strength was not inferior to Jiang Ziyi besieging him, but Jiang Ziyi used this immortal silk to manipulate his body, which directly caused those people to fall apart and was killed one by one by him.

At this time, Zhao Yi was restrained with the power of silk, and Jiang Ziyi was even more conscious of winning.

"Hmph, old thing, do you want to tie me down with this kind of strength? Then you can't help but think that Ben Shao is too simple, Xuanhuang Flame, burn it for me!"

Zhao Yi's voice full of disdain and ridicule came out of the silkworm cocoon, and then a pale yellow flame suddenly rose, but in an instant, the entire silkworm cocoon was burned, and dozens of flames quickly spread along the silk towards Jiang Ziyi.

The Xuanhuang Flame is the best at burning the True Yuan, and these immortal silks are all transformed by Jiang Ziyi with the True Yuan, for Zhao Yi, who has the Xuanhuang Flame, these silks are less of a threat than ordinary trees.

"Not good!" Seeing this, Jiang Ziyi's face changed drastically, and his heart was full of death.

He could feel the thick threat contained in the pale yellow flames, and at that moment, Jiang Ziyi did not dare to hesitate at all, took a deep breath, and a huge force gushed out in his hand, instantly cutting off all the silks that extended from his body.

Just in case, Jiang Ziyi slapped his palm on the ground, and in an instant, Zhenyuan surged, and the sand and gravel dust on the ground rose wildly, but in an instant, a thick earthen wall was condensed in front of him.

Although it took twenty years to successfully fuse his true yuan with this immortal silk, and the crystal luster flashed when he made a move, he really had to dig deeper, Jiang Ziyi's true yuan was an earth attribute, so he could control the sand and gravel dust so easily.

Although ordinary sand and gravel dust can also be burned for the Xuanhuang Flame, after all, these sand and gravel can not be easily burned like the True Yuan, so the Xuanhuang Flame that spreads over can be regarded as being blocked by this layer of earth wall.

However, before Jiang Ziyi could rejoice, a series of brilliant sword lights rose up, directly shattering them, and then the sharper golden-red sword qi was directed at Jiang Ziyi.

Seeing that the immortal silk could not pose the slightest threat to this young man, Jiang Ziyi immediately made a decision and directly abandoned the power of using the immortal silk and instead used his most fundamental housekeeping skills.

"Tuxing, retreat!" After looking back and slapping out a palm to block Zhao Yi's sword qi, he sank under his feet, and the whole person directly infiltrated the ground, and quickly fled into the distance. Its speed was even a few points faster than the speed of ordinary Xuanzun Realm high-level powerhouses flying in the air.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi sneered disdainfully, the fire around his body surged wildly, and the jade lin sword in his hand was even more radiant, and then a sword slashed out.

"Red Feather Sky Sword!"

At this moment, countless golden-red sword feathers swept out overwhelmingly, like a shower, instantly covering a radius of thousands of zhang, and the power of the earth's core fire contained in each sword feather directly scorched the surrounding ground red, and it smoked straight up.

"Shake the mountain palm. ”

A figure with black smoke and blood stains suddenly burst out from the ground thousands of feet away, and at the same time, he turned around and slapped Zhao Yi with a palm, and the ground around him was cracked one after another, and deep cracks spread wildly in all directions.

This palm is directed at Zhao Yi's chest!