Yi Heng roared angrily and rushed towards Hongjun in mid-air, only to see that his big face was slightly stunned, and he immediately retorted: "Don't be ashamed, what a powerful master is, you can also see it?"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Heng only felt that the wind and clouds in this heaven and earth were surging and unpredictable in an instant, and the huge Hongjun in mid-air did not make any movement, but a palm of more than ten zhang in size suddenly appeared in the void, and it slapped towards the two of them.

Before the palm of the hand arrived, the coercion came first, as if it represented the entire heaven and earth, and wanted to get rid of the two as soon as possible.

The silver teeth of the Su Demon Demon bit violently, and he also knew that there was no room for maneuver at this time, but he was no longer afraid, but there was no trace of mana in the dantian, and the Yuan Ying was so small that he was almost about to disappear, and he had the heart to help, but he had no strength left.

"Haha, I have long known that the final result will be a poor dagger, why do you have to talk about so many reasons before? You are you, I am me, how can my soul give it to you?"

Yi Hengda laughed, he really fought with his hands, but he felt a sense of ease, life and death only depend on the means, and his means will be less?

The huge palm is getting bigger and bigger, and the fingerprints on the palm are like ditches, and you can already see it clearly.

The coercion rolled up with a fierce wind, blowing like a knife edge, and the old coagulated wounds on his body were blown away layer by layer, and the blood just flowed out, and was swept up by the wind and sprinkled in the air.

He took two steps forward again, his eyes shining with determination.

If this person's soul is really so huge, then no matter how hard he struggles, he will die.

So, after taking two steps, he didn't move, looked up at the top of his head, and slapped his huge palm.

The young man in the Purple Mansion had a cautious look on his face, and his eyes were frightened and panicked.

Death, on the contrary, is the best relief, and the most feared thing is not death, but the soul being devoured, and from now on you will no longer be yourself, and you will disappear forever.

Looking down at the three-zhang and six-foot body, even the ten-zhang palm can't be compared, how can it be defeated?

As soon as he stretched out his left hand, the Bagua Disk instantly appeared in the palm of his left hand, and his right hand hurriedly pinched the fingers, surging Dao soul power from his body, and gathered towards the palm of his left hand.

As the body continues to get smaller, the gossip plate emits a dazzling white light, and the eight big characters on it continue to float, come out of the plate, and intersect together to become a huge dry character.

The palm of ten zhang fell from the sky, covering the two of them, and the huge pressure made their waists irresistible, and they bent their bodies, but looked up to the sky hard.

"Dry, for the sky, Tianxingjian, invincible, invincible!" When the huge palm was about to touch the top of his head, there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Until this time, he had not found a clue.

The body sitting in the center of the storm, the fingerprints are like the palms of a huge ditch, all of them are real, and there is no trace of blindness.

Suddenly, his waist straightened up, and his left hand stretched out, and the gossip plate in the purple mansion instantly appeared in the palm of his hand.

There is also the word "Qian" the size of Zhang Yu above the gossip plate, and the heart moves, and the Qianzi flashing with dazzling white light instantly breaks away from the gossip plate and shoots towards the huge palm in the sky.

As soon as the gossip disk appeared, the huge face sitting in mid-air suddenly appeared with emotion, as if a long-lost beloved thing suddenly appeared in front of him.

The big eyes that were slightly closed opened suddenly, and his eyes were staring at the gossip plate suspended about two feet above the palm of his left hand, his chest rose and fell slightly, obviously too excited to control himself.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the dry characters that shot away instantly hit the huge palm.

Everything happened too fast, the huge palm came in an instant, and the gossip plate in Yi Heng's left hand immediately appeared, and the dry characters shot out.

Su Demon Demon only felt that her eyes were instantly blackened by the strong white light, and the dry word had already hit the palm of her hand, and her face suddenly changed drastically.

The Qianzi the size of a zhang is insignificant compared to the huge palm.

But she was momentarily stunned.

I saw that Zhang Daqianzi seemed to pass through the air and through the clouds, knocking the huge palm through a big hole, and then continued to shoot towards the sky, and it was gone in the blink of an eye.

The huge palm turned out to be a fake?

"Haha, sure enough, what other tricks, let's do it together!" Yi Hengda laughed, his waist straightened instantly, and he let the palm with a big hole slap down.

It was like a gust of wind blowing from above, and apart from blowing the hair flying wildly, the huge palm slapped down, and there was no harm.

He completely relaxed and looked up at Hongjun.

"It's really a gossip plate, I can finally get out!" To his surprise, Hongjun was not frightened by being exposed, but stared at the gossip plate on his left hand and sighed in a low voice.

"It's true that the gossip plate is true, but it may not be able to get out. Yi Heng said fiercely, and the young man in the Purple Mansion hurriedly pinched his fingers, and the soul power quickly gathered.

It's not that he wants to get rid of the person in front of him who has devoured the soul of 10,000 years, although because of him, no one has been able to reincarnate for 10,000 years.

It's just because it's come to this point, how can Hongjun let him get out alive?

"Really?" Hongjun's two eyes reluctantly moved away from the gossip plate, gathered on his face, and met his eyes.

"You have actually believed that you are the reincarnation of my soul. Yi Heng didn't know why he brought up this matter again, and he had the intention to interrupt, but he had the idea of continuing to listen in his heart.

"But you haven't wanted to admit it, and because I don't have any better evidence, then now, let you see, you, it's me!"

As soon as Hongjun's words fell, Baizhang's body sitting in the air quickly became smaller, and under the shocked gaze of the two, in the blink of an eye, it had shrunk countless times, becoming about four zhang.

At this time, his face was lifelike, far more real than the huge face just now.

Yi Heng's heart tightened slightly, and he didn't know how he was going to prove it.

I saw him secretly reciting the mantra in his mouth, his right hand squeezed rapidly, and his left hand stretched out forward, spreading out his palm.

"Impossible!"

Su Demon Demon was a little inexplicable, but he saw Yi Heng who was blocking in front of him shake all over, and it seemed that something terrible had happened.

But in an instant, she understood what was happening, and her body trembled like Yi Heng.

I saw that the gossip plate above the palm of Yi Heng's left hand, as if it was driven by someone, slowly flew forward, the speed was extremely fast at the beginning, and it had already flown more than twenty zhang between breaths.

And thirty or forty zhang further away, a palm spread out in the air, as if waiting for the arrival of the Bagua Plate.

She was terrified in her heart, definitely no less than Yi Heng.

This scene has subverted her cognition, driving other people's magic weapons, unless it is after the death of the owner of the magic weapon, the soul imprint on the magic weapon dissipates, otherwise, the soul breath is different, how can the magic weapon be driven?

If it is so easy, then when fighting the Fa, who would dare to sacrifice the magic weapon easily? I am afraid that if it is not just sacrificed, it will be controlled and driven by the enemy before it has been attacked.

Unless the cultivation is too high, the soul difference is too huge, and the soul imprint on the magic weapon will be erased in an instant.

But with the blow just now, I already knew that the power of Hongjun's soul was not so huge.

So how did he do it?

There is only one possibility, and that is that his soul is the same as his soul.

Yi Heng's face turned pale with a brush, and his eyes were frightened.

Since Hongjun pinched the finger, he felt that the gossip plate was uncontrollable, and instantly shot towards him, and when he reacted, the young man in the purple mansion also pinched the finger, and when he controlled the gossip plate, the gossip plate had already flown between the two.

If you slow down for a while, I'm afraid that the gossip plate has already landed on Hongjun's outstretched left hand at this time.

He didn't believe it, but he had to believe it.

That's the best evidence, and it doesn't take all words to say.

It turned out that everything before was deliberately done by Hongjun who wanted to let himself sacrifice the gossip plate, those simple questions, just to understand his past, and wait for his soul to be devoured, it will be easier to integrate and digest.

That huge palm was not threatening at all, and there was no substantial damage, but he was able to mobilize the power of heaven and earth here, making him feel that the power was huge and difficult to resist, and he had to use the Bagua Disk.

Why did he know that his greatest reliance was on the Bagua Plate? Does it turn into a real attack if he doesn't resist when his palm is slapped down?

The young man in the purple mansion blushed, and his soul power was output desperately, competing for the ownership of the gossip plate.

And Hongjun's nearly four-foot body gradually trembled, and it seemed that he was also fighting desperately with all his strength.

The Bagua Disc floating in the air is like two invisible threads tied to it, swinging in the air, sometimes facing forward, sometimes backward.