The Returning Void Mirror powerhouse shot with all his might, Yang Kai was naturally also affected, the moment his body stagnated, the overwhelming attacks had already attacked from the front, it was Wang Yuhan and the others who took the opportunity to attack, these attacks, with martial arts, and the power of secret treasures, each of them came out with anger, and there was a great tendency to kill Yang Kai on the spot.

As long as Yang Kai died, those two women would not pose a threat to them at all.

In the face of such an attack, Yang Kai just flipped his hand, and a shield with purple rhyme appeared in his hand, and immediately the shield burst out with a strong aura of terroir and two attributes, and a wave of wild sand and sudden wind suddenly rolled up in the flat ground, and in an instant, a small sandstorm formed in the position where Yang Kai and the three of them were, completely covering the three of them!

A loud noise came out, and the power of the attacks and secret treasures bombarded the sandstorm, unable to penetrate a single bit, and all of them were swallowed up by the sandstorm.

Seeing this situation, Wang Yuhan's face was very cold. When he was in the Burial Male Valley, he had seen Yang Kai use this Void-level high-grade shield secret treasure, and naturally knew how extraordinary it was, and now that he was attacking it personally, he understood the strength of this shield's defense.

Such a defensive secret treasure, as long as the martial artist Saint Yuan holding the secret treasure is not exhausted, it is not at all something that a few of their Saint King Realms can break, it can be said that they are wrapped in a sandstorm, Yang Kai and the others are already invincible.

"Okay!" The old man surnamed Wang's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be a little happy to see the hunt, and said excitedly: "This secret treasure old man wants it!"

As he spoke, his big hand opened, and a huge palm transformed by Saint Yuan directly grabbed it towards the place where Yang Kai and the others were. Those five fingers are like five mountain peaks falling, and before they really catch the sandstorm, they give birth to a feeling that heaven and earth are under control.

At the same time, an almost imperceptible golden light suddenly flew out from the sandstorm, and suddenly turned into a sky of golden filaments, swimming and cutting.

The huge Shengyuan palm of the old man surnamed Wang only lasted less than a breath before it was shattered by this golden wire, and it collapsed, and there was no longer any threat, and the golden silk in the sky also disappeared abruptly at this moment.

didn't wait for Wang Yuhan and others to react. The golden thread had flashed leisurely before them. Once again, it covered the sky and the earth, converging into a large net, enveloping several Saint King Realm martial artists.

"Be careful of this golden wire!" the old man surnamed Wang hurriedly reminded and suppressed the strength of his own potential towards the golden wire.

But what terrified him was this. The gold thread was not hindered in any way. On the contrary, his momentum was also cut into pieces. It simply can't be formed.

"Impossible!" The old man surnamed Wang's face changed greatly, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and shouted in horror: "Demon Blood Silk Secret Technique! This is the Demon Blood Sect's Demon Blood Silk Secret Technique." You're from the Demon Blood Sect!"

He finally remembered the origin of this golden thread through some of his own observations. But what he couldn't figure out was that the secret technique of Demon Blood Thread would be golden, after all, he had heard that the Demon Blood Sect's Demon Blood Thread was red.

And the Demon Blood Silk Secret Technique is one of the few secret techniques that can break the momentum in the entire Dark Star.

"I'm not a member of the Demon Blood Sect, I don't have to worry about you!" Yang Kai's figure was hidden in the sandstorm, his expression was indifferent, and the golden in his hand was like an arm, and he was caught off guard, enveloping Wang Yuhan and several other Saint King Realm martial artists in it.

At the same time, a vague order was issued.

Wang Yuhan and the others are all martial artists of the two or three layers of the Holy King, of course, their own strength is not weak, seeing that the old man surnamed Wang is like a great enemy, where do they not know how to use their strongest defense means to defend against this golden wire, and there are even one or two people who have already cast secret methods and are ready to dodge.

But what made them extremely frightened was that before they could move, a sharp pain suddenly came from within the sea of knowledge, which made them unstable for a moment, and the condensed Saint Yuan and Secret Treasure could not be urged, and they could only watch the golden thread descend on their heads.

There was a loud sneer, and the golden thread disappeared in a flash, and was once again taken back by Yang Kai.

However, Wang Yuhan and several other Saint King Realm martial artists stood motionless, their eyes full of horror, as if they had seen some incredible scene.

"Yuhan!" the old man surnamed Wang shouted in a trembling voice.

"Seventh Master......" Wang Yuhan opened his mouth to respond, his face was begging, and before he could finish a sentence, his body suddenly split apart and turned into a puddle of minced meat.

Crash......

The other Saint King Realms also looked like Wang Yuhan, all of them were like broken mirrors, falling apart, and the wounds were neat and smooth, as if they had been cut open by some sharp weapon.

With just one blow, all of these Saint King Realm martial artists fell here.

The scene was terrifying and terrifying, and the smell of blood rose to the sky.

The old man surnamed Wang looked at the place where Wang Yuhan fell, staring at the neat pieces of broken limbs and broken corpses, and his eyes were about to crack in an instant, and he was angry and arrogant.

He couldn't accept such a scene.

The other party was just a Saint King two-layer realm martial artist, what ability could he kill so many opponents whose cultivation was not weaker than him in an instant? This made him feel like a dream, he really couldn't believe it, and he looked at it in a daze for a while, before he turned his head to look at Yang Kai's location, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Boy, you dare to kill my clan's grandson, what kind of conspiracy did you use!"

"Conspiracy?" Yang Kai sneered, waved his hand, and the sandstorm that had been enveloping him suddenly dispersed, revealing his figure again, looking at the old man surnamed Wang with a sneer, and said lightly: "When you die, you will know the truth." ”

"Ignorant child, just because you want to kill the old man!" The old man surnamed Wang laughed angrily, his body was turbulent and undulating, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as thick as substance, obviously because Wang Yuhan's death made him very angry.

As soon as the words fell, a yellow bell suddenly appeared in his hand, the yellow bell was only the size of a palm, and it looked inconspicuous, but Yang Kai's eyes shrank, and he didn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest.

The other party has the strength to return to the void mirror, and against himself a Saint King two-layer realm actually dispatched a secret treasure, although there are some reasons for anger, but it is obviously going to go all out.

Just when he was guarding against the strange power of the yellow bell, the other party's wrist shook, and a bell suddenly stumbled out of it, and the bell rang in his ears, Yang Kai actually felt his heartbeat beat violently, and then the blood flow in his body accelerated, and an uncontrolled violence spread out of his body.

"Old man, this Soul Burial Bell has never been used on the people of the Saint King Realm, and it is also your honor for you to die under this bell!" The old man surnamed Wang gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, and gently shook the yellow bell in his hand.

The sound entered his ears, Yang Kai's heartbeat beat again, this beating was extremely weird, and it was also extremely exaggerated, after beating twice, Yang Kai actually felt a sharp pain in his heart, and some illusions that his heart was about to burst.

Yang Kai's complexion changed drastically, and he suddenly knew that any Void Returning Mirror could not be underestimated, especially a young martial artist like the old man surnamed Wang, although their cultivation could not be improved in the slightest, but the means of killing the enemy became more and more mysterious as they grew older.

Under the urging of Sheng Yuan, he forcibly suppressed the pain and violence in his heart, and the Baiyue Diagram had already been sacrificed, and the phantoms of the mountain peaks flew out of it, and smashed towards the old man surnamed Wang.

The rumbling sound is endless, but the old man surnamed Wang sees the phantom of the mountain peak as nothing, and is not moved at all, opens his mouth, spits out a small black flag, the small flag opens in the wind, and suddenly turns into a circle of more than ten zhang, covering the top of the old man's head surnamed Wang, and when the phantom of the mountain peak smashes down, the small flag suddenly rushes out of a strange shape, and the phantom of the face is not clear, these phantoms collide with the mountain peaks, so that the mountain peaks can not fall a bit.

"Boy, if you have any means, you can use them all, the old man will let you die today!" the old man surnamed Wang shouted wildly, looking like he had eaten Yang Kai.

Yang Kai sneered again and again: "Old dog, are you mistaken? I'm not alone with you!"

"You still count on these two little girls......" The old man surnamed Wang looked at Qianyue and Yang Yan with a sneer, and before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, and he saw that Yang Yan actually took out a delicate and exquisite, like a pagoda-like secret treasure, and gently threw it into the sky, and the pagoda was suspended in mid-air.

The pagoda has seven layers, each layer exudes a different color, the seven-story pagoda begins to rotate after being suspended, the direction of rotation is also very different, the speed is even different, and between the rotations, a beautiful rhythm suddenly resounded through the world.

The rhythm was extremely beautiful, as if there were many people holding different instruments in an ensemble, and the rhythm was also very beautiful, and the rhythm was mixed with an invisible force, scattering in all directions, not only purifying Yang Kai's violence, dispelling the pain in his heart, and even covering up the bell of the other party's Soul Burial Bell.

"Sound Attack Secret Treasure!" The old man surnamed Wang looked at this scene in disbelief, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

His power was broken by Yang Kai's golden blood, and the power of the Soul Burial Bell was also confronted by this seven-layer pagoda, and he suddenly found that the other party seemed to be specially there to restrain him, which made him angry and felt a little bad.

Yang Kai had already taken a step forward, and the long sword with the rolling demon flame in his hand slashed out a shocking sword light, attacking him, and Da Lu smiled and said: "Old thing, just because Wang Yuhan is jealous, you will put me to death, you elder is really competent, since you are here, then don't go!"

"The kid is rampant!" How could the old man surnamed Wang put this sword in his eyes, Sheng Yuan rolled down, pushed forward with one hand, and directly broke the sword light.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his sea of consciousness, as if something was doing something wrong inside, which made him change color and at the same time was a warning sign.

Before he had time to investigate his sea of knowledge, he was faced with another attack that was as dark as a sword, and the old man surnamed Wang once again stretched out his big hand, wanting to break this attack as he did just now.

The changes in the sea made him not have the heart to investigate this attack at all, and when his big hand came into contact with this pitch-black attack, he realized that this was not a sword at all.

He secretly screamed in his heart, and when he wanted to withdraw and retreat, it was too late, and the pitch-black attack was like the sharpest weapon, directly breaking through the palm of his hand, like a hot knife boiling butter, without the slightest hindrance, all the way to the shoulder.

Half of his arm disappeared strangely, as if swallowed by an invisible beast. (To be continued......)