There is depression to open the way, and the pressure along the way has plummeted.

They climbed to the eighth floor and encountered the ubiquitous iceberg. Before he could recuperate, as soon as he made a move, the polar ice spread. Under the oppression of the extreme ice, the Ice Flame Hell was unimpeded.

In this way, it took them an hour back and forth to climb to the ninth floor.

Bian Yuanfan and Chang Shaohe sighed. Walking with Yu Yi, there is no need to worry about safety at all. For the first time, Bian Yuanfan was actually protected by a stranger who obviously looked much younger than him, and he was full of emotion in his heart.

But I have to say, it's so good to be protected.

It took four days to get from the ninth floor to the eighteenth floor. The three of them walked all the way, which can be called a storm. The dangers that arose before were completely absent after that.

"The eighteenth layer of hell seems to be a bit weaker than the Sea of Yellow Springs."

Yu Yi stood on the eighteenth floor of the realm, looking at the exit above his head, and testing the Creation Pavilion.

The Creation Pavilion didn't know Yu Yi's sinister intentions, and replied seriously.

[Because there are two masters in the eighteenth layer of hell, the power is scattered]

Oh, a new piece of information.

Yu Yi wanted to ask more, but suddenly Bian Yuanfan stood up abruptly and blocked in front of the two of them, "Be careful!" ”

A figure of black gas appeared at the exit above his head. The black gas was thick, covering his appearance, and he could only see that it was vaguely a human form.

As soon as the figure condensed its figure, it shot out like a storm.

The huge black palm fell from the sky, and before it arrived, the space cracked inch by inch, and the three of Yu Yi under the palm suddenly felt a sudden pressure. Bian Yuanfan, who was at the forefront, tore his skin and splattered with blood.

All his spiritual power exploded, and a giant condensed behind him, rising into the sky, docking with the giant palm in mid-air.

With a single blow, the giant behind him collapsed, and the bones of his hands exploded. spit out a mouthful of dark blood, knelt directly on his knees, and fainted.

"Master!"

Chang Shaohe was shocked and angry.

But the giant palm had already fallen, and he couldn't move. His facial features were bleeding, and he himself was about to lose his hand.

At this moment, Yu Yi snorted coldly, and the whole person jumped up, carrying a knife and slashing towards the giant palm that was pressed down.

Heaven and earth were divided into two, and the Nine Extremes Blue Lotus, which was fused with ice flames, appeared, blooming a huge green lotus in the air, and the ice flames on the petals soared into the air, turning into a dragon and phoenix to hedge with the black gas that overflowed around the figure.

All of a sudden, the heavens and the earth were discolored, the ground shook, and the space shattered.

Chang Shaohe, who was protected below, barely blocked in front of the unconscious Bian Yuanfan, his ears were almost deaf, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were many phantoms in front of him, so he couldn't see the battle in mid-air clearly. I can only vaguely see that the figures and Yu Yi come and go, and I can barely see their figures. All that remained in the void was the majestic and mixed energy, which hit the space that was close to collapse again and again.

The ground cracked, and he tore up the spirit runes, injected spiritual power into the doll bear's body, and smeared the essence blood on the doll bear's eyes. The palm-sized doll bear landed and became larger, and it was the same height as him.

The doll bear picked up Chang Shaohe and Bian Yuanfan and jumped back and forth on the ground. Not only did it have to dodge the cracks that appeared in the ground, but it also had to dodge the black blood that came out of the cracks. At the same time, the spatial power overflowing from the cracked spatial crack was unstoppable, making it extremely difficult for the two of them to walk.

At this time, Chang Shaohe was full of remorse. If his cultivation is higher, will his situation be better?

The people below were hiding from the consequences of the battle, and Yu Yi frequently fought with the figures, and his expression became more and more solemn. In just a few dozen moves, she blew up thousands of spiritual objects, from spiritual power to divine consciousness, and from divine consciousness to spatial power, and found that the figure could be stopped together.

Forced to be helpless, she fully mobilized the power of chaos that could be used in her divine consciousness and space, and she was ready to fight quickly.

"Qiang—"

The Heavenly Rank Advanced Long Knife couldn't withstand the majestic energy of the battle, and it shattered inch by inch. The blade was used by the human figure in reverse, almost penetrating Yu Yi's body.

In just a moment, Yu Yi has become a bloody man.

Yu Yi was knocked to the ground, and he jumped up again, his eyes breathing fire. Clearly, she didn't throw in the towel.

[Master, escape, you are not His opponent]

The Creation Pavilion endured again and again, but still couldn't help but remind him.

"Got you."

Suddenly, the black figure spoke. Every word seemed to be knocked on Yu Yi's heart, only four words, which made her blood surge, and her internal organs could not bear the oppression, and the internal injuries spread in an instant.

"Poof—"

Yu Yi spat out a mouthful of black blood, and the blood was mixed with fragments of organs.

The figure's big hand pressed down again, this time with a clear target, her head. She was sure that the figure just now was not said to her, but to the Creation Pavilion.

The Creation Pavilion fell silent, but she could feel the sudden fear in the sea of consciousness.

Obviously, this fear is not hers, but the Creation Pavilion.

Yu Yi vaguely guessed the identity of the figure, but she was still unwilling to accept her fate. Erupting again, all the attacking hole cards are no longer left in the hand, and they go all out.

"Qiang—"

The two fought again, and in just a few seconds, they had already exchanged a hundred moves. The Heavy Name Tower was shattered, and the tens of thousands of spiritual objects were all emptied, and the power of space was integrated into the sword qi, and it was actually torn apart.

The Nine Extremes Blue Lotus persisted for a long time, and the Spirit of Extreme Ice was hit hard, shattering in mid-air, and the Blue Lotus petals fell and slowly dissipated.

Yu Yi shouted angrily and put his body on top.

She used all her means, and the figure also revealed her true face.

A clear man, with his eyes closed tightly, his face is kind, but his attack is extremely ruthless, not giving Yu Yi a chance to live.

"Bang-"

The giant beast condensed by the man dissipated, injuring the body. His right hand was bloody, leaving nothing but bones. The man finally opened his eyes, and where the red golden pupils passed, there was no life.

Yu Yi finally couldn't bear this eye, his eyes were bleeding, and he lost his vision.

The blade broke through the wind, and she tried her best to resist, but the blade pierced through her chest. In mid-air, her blood splattered, and her heart was almost pierced.

Losing his strength, his body fell from mid-air.

Chang Shaohe exclaimed, wanting to help, but he didn't want to parry head-on without Yuyi, and the slight strength of the figure fell, making him unconscious.

Before his consciousness completely darkened, he seemed to vaguely see a blood-colored aura emerging from Yu Yi's body that had fallen.

She stood up again.

【Main ...... Master, your hand ......]

After all, the frightened Creation Pavilion spoke out again because of the change in Yuyi, but it was out of tune, and it was very shocked.

Yu Yi's left hand has undergone a strange change.

It was obviously her hand, but it fused with the severed arm she saw in the sarcophagus of the Sea of Yellow Springs, and there was an unknown sword in her hand.

Yu Yi shouldn't have known this sword, but looking at this slender green sword at this moment, she called out its name.

"No death."

The name blurted out, and the Creation Pavilion was dumbfounded.

[Master, you remember]

There was a moment of silence.

Something to think of.

She knew that she, the son of luck, was really tired! The real owner of the Creation Pavilion may not be her, but her predecessor. The enemy of the predecessor may be the enemy in front of you.

Tired.

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