Peng!!

Two flames suddenly erupted on the Black Demon Clan's body, and its body, which had originally retreated, staggered back a few steps in the spiritual energy explosion, and one arm was dripping with blood.

"Hey, such a strong demon body, it is worthy of being an alien race that mainly cultivates the demon body, and the monks are completely incomparable with it."

Roar!

The black devil was injured and roared, his pair of pitch-black eyes were already extremely angry, regardless of it, he rushed towards Han Yi, and a bloody stench came to his face.

Han Yi didn't dare to be careless, although this body was too illusory and could be resurrected in the too illusory realm at any time, but he vaguely felt that it was not that simple, and it was naturally best to be immortal.

His body shook, and in an instant, he had disappeared in place, and the fist of the Black Demon Clan blasted past Han Yi's original place, but it was only a remnant.

The next moment.

Ten spiritual void fingers fell from behind the Black Demon Clan, like ten arrows, connected from end to end, piercing into the chest of the Black Demon Clan.

The defense is so strong, then break the surface with points.

The first Spiritual Void Finger breaks through the epidermis, the second Spiritual Void Finger splatters flesh and blood, the third Spiritual Void Finger explodes the fascia, and the fourth Spiritual Void Finger ignites the internal organs......

After a series of explosions, only the corpse of the Dark Demon with a hole in its chest was left in place.

Han Yi's face turned and he looked at the other battles around him, becoming more and more solemn.

"According to the records of the demon race, the higher the demon body, the larger the demon clan, the strength will increase by leaps and bounds, the three-meter demon clan, the defense is so strong, the four meters high just now, the demon clan who was killed by the sword immortal's sword, isn't it not even an ordinary peak qi refining cultivator who encounters it, and he may not be able to kill it?"

Han Yi felt that there was such a possibility, but at this moment, thinking of these futilities, he quickly followed the aura of the other monks and rushed forward.

After a while, I arrived at a stone palace about thirty meters high, the palace looked completely out of line with the exquisiteness, and even a little random, the palace was made of countless boulders, the whole was black and brown, and the surface was painted with various strange blood-colored symbols, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a sacrifice to a certain demon god.

A pillar of light, about the thickness of a bucket, connects to the heavenly vault from the top of the palace, and the top is not visible at a glance.

At the top of the stone palace, an illusory token of changing colors floated in a pillar of light, rising and falling, as if it could shatter at any moment.

"It seems that the token is the so-called too false order."

Han Yi retracted his gaze and looked around, at this moment, four monks, all over the place, were surrounding this megalithic palace.

Among them, there were two monks, who were in the air, the most eye-catching, Han Yi looked at it, and his heart jumped.

These two monks, one is the sword immortal who met before, the imperial envoy with two blue spirit swords, and the second is a young man sitting in the void, in front of the young man, there is a nine-pole one-foot-high battle flag, and the banner of the nine-pole battle flag is nine colors.

The two on the ground were one holding a halberd and the other holding a blood-colored sword.

Seeing the monk holding the halberd, Han Yi's heart skipped a beat, the breath on the halberd was very similar to a magic weapon he had obtained, according to He Fangwei, the Kowloon shop, above the halberd, there was the breath of the national fortune of the Great Qianxian Kingdom.

The aura on these four monks was like an abyss.

Han Yi's eyes glowed with pale golden light, staring at them, and then, moving his gaze, he fell on the surroundings and rushed here, just like himself, on the other people on the periphery.

"It's so strong, it's all so strong."

The four monks in front, judging from their breath, are far beyond the Qi cultivation period, but they have not yet reached the foundation building period, and they are the same as the top two monks in the Xuandan Sect List, so they should be legendary Qi cultivation cultivators.

And the others who could rush here, the weakest, were all senior ninth-level and peak qi cultivators, and among them, more than seventy percent were peak qi cultivators.

"The Void Order has been completely condensed, let's start."

"After killing the patriarch of the seven tribes of Cang, each of them will rely on their ability to seize the fragments of the Taixu Order."

The one who spoke was a monk sitting cross-legged in the void with a nine-pole and nine-color battle flag in front of him.

As soon as the words fell, a low roar came from the stone palace, revealing a vast and rough primordial aura.

The palace opened, and a black demon with a body of six meters tall walked out of the ancestral temple, and every step on the ground made a vibrating sound.

His mouth was still muttering the language of the ancient demons, and the roar that Han Yi thought just now was actually nothing more than his whispering.

Han Yi turned his eyes to look at it, his pale golden eyes suddenly hurt, and he couldn't help but subconsciously close his eyes.

Then, when he opened his eyes again, he didn't dare to probe with the Qi Technique anymore.

Strong, very powerful.

The patriarch of the Cangqi tribe of the Black Demon Clan, a demon who had just reached six meters in height, had an aura on his body that definitely exceeded the scope of the Qi cultivation period.

When he stepped out, the faces of the four legendary Qi cultivators gathered in the stone palace changed in fear.

"Oh no, he broke through, kill!"

The sword immortal who stepped on the spirit sword, at the same time that his face changed greatly, he already had a spirit sword, as fast as lightning, and even before he could speak, he had already shuttled out, the killing intent was condensed, and the streamer flashed.

Just in time.

The patriarch of the Black Demon Clan, who stepped out of the stone house, looked at all the Terran monks, and two pitch-black eyes the size of lanterns flashed with a trace of inexplicable contempt, and then, as fast as lightning, a punch blasted out.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, Han Yi found that his mind could move, but his body couldn't, and in his sight, the same was true for others.

The sword immortal in mid-air, the spirit sword that stabbed out first, as soon as the light rose into the air, it was hit by this punch, the blue light was broken, and a wail sounded, and then, the black fist hit the sword immortal, blasting it into a cloud of blood mist.

Fast, if measured in the shortest amount of time, a Qi cultivation period cultivator can complete ten attacks in an instant, then the patriarch of the Seventh Tribe, the Black Demon Clan, can blast out twenty punches in an instant.

Han Yi's thinking at this moment suddenly appeared in great terror.

But his body couldn't move.

Not only him, but even the four legendary qi cultivators who were surrounding the front, except for the sword immortal who was blown up in the air, the other three couldn't move.

The next moment.

Time returned to normal.

No, it's not accurate to say that it was recovered, it's just that the crowd reacted.

Rumble!!

At the same time, the sound of this punch just spread, the speed of the punch was too fast, and the sound of the sonic boom and the sound of the sword immortal being blown up in the air sounded at the same time, in no particular order.

Escape.

Han Yi's Heavenly Void Body instinctively turned around and fled, and the great terror that came from his soul did not dissipate, but instead climbed rapidly, as if he was endlessly breaking through one apex after another.

The patriarch of the Cangqi tribe of the Black Demon Clan, who walked out of the stone palace in one step, turned his fist into a palm with a volley, slapped it horizontally, and slapped a blood-colored long sword that broke through the air, and then, slammed it down, the speed did not decrease, and slapped it on the legendary qi training body of the imperial envoy blood sword, and directly slapped it on the ground.

Burst.

This scene made Han Yi, who had just turned half his head, look in his eyes, and the horror in his heart had already rolled and emerged like a monstrous wave.

Roar!!

Burst the sword immortal with one punch, slammed another legendary monk to death with one palm, and then roared to the sky.

Han Yi couldn't describe the horror of this roar, because the moment he heard it, he only felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he couldn't hear any sound again.

At the same time, a terrifying wave swept over his body.

Shattering, he could feel his body, under this fluctuation, began to shatter into countless pieces, a short but profound sharp pain, instantly attacked, before his consciousness dissipated, deeply pierced into his soul.

The power of a roar is terrifying.

(End of chapter)