With Wang Yi's shout, the strange man actually opened his huge mouth like a snake and bit Miao Cuizhu's white neck with lightning speed.

Blood gushed out, staining the skin as red as jade.

Miao Cuizhu didn't hide, she didn't even resist, although she was not smart, and even a little stupid, but since she entered this cold ancient tower, she had a premonition.

This is her fate!

The patriarch said that let her do whatever it takes, she must take the ancestor out of the pass, those desperate Miao Jiazhai warriors, even in the face of the combined battle of the Fire Spirit Sect, did not flinch in the slightest, countless clansmen were cut to pieces, she was behind the crowd, her heart ached as if she was dripping blood.

However, she did not move, she knew that her mission had not yet come.

She almost used the means of fighting for her life, and the guardian of the fourth layer, died together, fortunately, she survived, but a one-foot-long wound was cut out of her abdomen.

If it weren't for Wang Yi, she might have died by now, thinking of this, she felt a little guilty and wanted to go back and see Wang Yi for the last time.

I hope that after the ancestor absorbs his own blood, he can let Wang Yi go, Miao Cuizhu thought so. She actually didn't hate Wang Yi, and even had some good feelings, but the Fire Spirit Sect's oppression and exploitation of Miaojiazhai over the years made her hatred unable to vent, and she regretted that she didn't tell Wang Yi the truth, and it was likely that he would lose his life because of this.

She wanted to speak, not for herself, but for Wang Yi to ask for a favor, but at this moment, she couldn't speak, or even think, and the blood in her whole body instantly rushed to her neck, as if her body was being emptied, so that she didn't have any strength.

"It's over, my people don't have to be bullied again, those children, they will have clothes and food in the future......" she guessed, slowly closing her eyes.

However, the moment she closed her eyes, she only saw a black shadow flashing in front of her, so fast that she didn't even have time to see who it was!

It was Wang Yi, Miao Cuizhu couldn't believe his eyes.

Wang Yi almost at the moment when the strange man pounced on Miao Cuizhu, he had actually guessed before, the Yin Corpse Ancestor tried his best to open the Cold Ancient Tower, and even killed everyone in the Fire Spirit Sect, it was definitely not as simple as entering the Cold Ancient Tower.

Later, he met Miao Cuizhu, and Miao Cuizhu's abnormal behavior, which deepened Wang Yi's judgment, that was the purpose of the Yin Corpse Ancestor, and it was likely to be the strange person in front of him.

If the expectation is good, the Yin Corpse Ancestor should be here for this "Evil King Blood Condensation Curse".

"What does the 'Evil King's Blood Condensation Curse' have to do with the 'Evil King's Blood Refining Curse' in the memory of that powerful martial artist? Could it be that what Huo Liangcai saw in the ancient books is true that the ancestors of Miaojiazhai brought the ancient exercises into the secret realm? Who would record such a thing?"

A series of questions flashed through Wang Yi's mind, he didn't have time to think about it at all, at this moment, he had already rushed to Miao Cuizhu's side, and threw a punch, as fast as lightning.

The strange man was greedily sucking Miao Cuizhu's blood, and suddenly saw that the young man he had despised before actually rushed over at an incredible speed, and what surprised him even more was that the power contained in the young man's fist was extremely terrifying.

That strange man was extremely experienced in combat, and in an instant, his body burst up, and his neck rotated at an incredible angle, which was able to dodge Wang Yi's inevitable punch.

Whew――

Wang Yi's punch was strong and heavy, and it was even hit when the opponent was completely defenseless, but he didn't expect to be dodged by the opponent, but he didn't pause at all, followed by the second, third, and fourth punches...... Constantly blasting out, each punch weighs 3,000 catties, just like more than 10,000 swings of iron wood every day, there are no fancy moves, no sharp martial arts, no vigorous true yuan, there is just unrivaled momentum, and indestructible power.

At such a close distance, the strange man's whole body was turning weirdly, but he was helpless to be restrained by one move, and there was no room for counterattack at all, he was suppressed by Wang Yi's continuous swings, and finally couldn't dodge and was hit by Wang Yi's punch.

Bang!

In the stone corridor less than two zhang wide, the roar shook, the strange man snorted, and flew out upside down, but the strange thing was that he didn't hit the stone wall behind him, but turned around, like a gecko, crawling on the stone wall with his hands and feet, a pair of green eyes, staring at Wang Yi with great resentment.

Wang Yi stretched out his hand and tried Miao Cuizhu's pulse, it was already very weak, Miao Cuizhu was sucked by the stranger, in fact, it was only two or three breaths, and two percent of the blood in her body had actually disappeared, if Wang Yi was a few breaths later, it was estimated that the blood in Miao Cuizhu's whole body might be sucked up.

"The old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and today I didn't expect to follow the Tao of you, a little rabbit cub, and practice physical skills and bone coagulation period...... Yes, yes, I underestimated you a little. ”

The strange man said as if every word was squeezed out of his teeth, and his hatred was self-evident.

"One of the Seven Elders of the Yin Corpse...... Miao Yanhong!"

A series of information flashed in Wang Yi's mind, it was the memories after absorbing the powerful martial artist, those memories were fragmented, and they couldn't be summarized at all, but if they saw some clues, they could easily sit down.

At this moment, Wang Yi remembered the identity of this person, coupled with his previous judgment, and what he just said, Wang Yi could already roughly guess what happened to the whole thing.

This strange man is one of the seven elders of the Yin Corpse Sect, named Miao Yanhong, for some reason, in the great war two thousand years ago, he did not die, but hid in the cold ancient tower.

And what he wants to comprehend in the ancient tower is an ancient exercise called "The Evil King's Blood Condensation Mantra".

"How can these old guys of the Yin Corpse Sect live more than one another, are they all the ones who belong to Wang Ba!" Wang Yi couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"You actually know the old man, who are you?"

When the strange man heard Wang Yi call out his name, his face changed suddenly, and there seemed to be horror in his doubts.

"I'm your son!"

Without waiting for the strange man to finish asking, Wang Yi jumped up suddenly and slammed his fist into Miao Yanhong on the stone wall.

There is a reason why Wang Yi is so eager, at this moment, he actually saw that Miao Yanhong's cultivation was climbing rapidly at a visible speed.

Thinking about it, he should have used the Turtle Breath Method to reduce the fire of life to an extremely weak level, so as to reduce the erosion of his body by the years, if he stuck to the source of life, it would be difficult for his body to bear the huge load brought by his cultivation. And now, he has fully awakened, and it won't be long before his cultivation will climb to an extremely terrifying level.

There is no need for more, once he can reach the spiritual transformation stage, then Wang Yi is just a fly in his eyes, and he can be slapped to death with a slap.

Therefore, Wang Yi didn't have too much time to think about it, so he could only defeat the other party before he cultivated and did not reply.

Bang!

Wang Yi's inevitable punch hit the bluestone wall again, and Miao Yanhong's body was actually like a snake, bending half a foot, and he avoided this blow.

Is this a human or a monster, why can the body writhe like a snake? Wang Yi said secretly in his heart, but his subordinates did not stop at all, and the continuous heavy punches bombarded Miao Yanhong as if it were popular.

Miao Yanhong was like a big gecko, crawling on the wall, his whole body seemed to have eyes, and he kept writhing, but in just a few breaths, Wang Yi's dozens of punches all failed.

"Hehe......"

With a sneer and mockery, he looked at Wang Yi contemptuously, and even more lazy, making people feel as if he could sleep in Wang Yi's rainstorm-like fast punches, "You're just a lucky little cub...... Do you think that with just these two blows, you can hurt the deity, it's too naïve!"

After that, I saw Miao Yanhong stretch out his left arm, the left arm was like a shriveled tree root, and the five fingers were twisted together to form a cone, at this moment, that arm, like a spiritual snake, actually passed through Wang Yi's fist net and stuck it into his neck.

"Die!"

Miao Yanhong's seemingly random blow was faster and more powerful than Wang Yi's dozens of punches.

Seeing the strange withered hand stretched out to his neck, Wang Yi's eyes suddenly froze, and between the stone, fire, and lightning, it seemed that countless thoughts came to his heart.

To retreat, or not to retreat?

Wang Yi's eyes flashed, and he quickly had an answer, only to see that he did not hesitate at all, his body did not retreat, but advanced, facing the withered hand, and dodged sideways.

"Haha...... You think you can get out of the way and die!"

Miao Yanhong laughed proudly, it seemed that everything about Wang Yi was in his expectation, and the withered hand suddenly plunged into Wang Yi's ribs.

Burst!

Blood gushes out like a spring.

That withered hand, like a sharp spear, pierced a few inches into Wang Yi's ribs in the blink of an eye, and the next moment, Wang Yi's heart would be twisted into mud like tofu.

However, at this moment, Miao Yanhong's smug smile seemed to freeze on his face.

Because, he felt, that withered hand that could easily pierce the rock, at this moment, it was actually difficult to make half an inch.

Wang Yi stared at Miao Yanhong, who was close by, and sneered: "Hehe, why don't you laugh...... Actually, I've always wanted to tell you that you really hate it when you laugh!"

Suddenly, Wang Yi suddenly grasped Miao Yanhong's withered hand with his left hand, and the muscles under his ribs were completely tensed, imprisoning the withered hand.

"Aren't you afraid of death? Are you crazy!"

Miao Yanhong strengthened several times, wanting to pull the withered hand back, but he only felt that the withered hand, as if it had been held in the mouth by the desolate giant beast, could not be retracted at all. He was shocked in his heart, this is not a strong strength, if it is just strength, he will definitely not lose to Wang Yi in terms of strength, but he feels that Wang Yi is holding his left arm, and there is actually a cold numbness, so that he can't use all his strength.

"Look where you're hiding this time!"

Wang Yi shouted, as if Canglong was out of the sea, he raised his right fist high, and all the power of qi and blood was poured into it, and a punch was struck, as if a comet fell to the ground.

You......

Rumble!

Before Miao Yanhong could speak, his big fist was in the middle of the door, and at this moment, he seemed to feel that his head was hit by a meteor, and the whole person flew up, like a leaf struggling in the wind.

Bang, bang, bang......

However, his left arm was clamped by Wang Yi tightly, he couldn't get out of it at all, and there was nowhere to hide, and continuous heavy punches followed, and in an instant, he was hit by dozens of punches.

Each punch weighed three thousand catties, and with the sound of the bones of Miao Yanhong's whole body shattering, he finally pulled out his left arm from under Wang Yi's ribs, and in an instant, he flew upside down more than ten zhang away, hitting the blue-black stone wall heavily.

Bang!

Blood splattered out mixed with bone ballast, and Miao Yanhong slid down from the stone wall like a mess of mud.

Whew, whew-

Wang Yi half-knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and his left chest was already a blur of flesh and blood.

The reason why he chose to exchange injuries for injuries was really helpless, this was the first time he had a face-to-face battle with a martial artist in the spirit transformation period, and he knew that if he gave the other party enough time and space, these old guys who became elites must have some life-saving hole cards, whether it was magic weapons or exercises, they were not something he could compete with.

Therefore, Wang Yi could only seize the opportunity, make a desperate bet, and seek survival in death.