A domineering light flashed in his eyes that defied him and had no scruples, sweeping over the bodies of the cultivators with different expressions around him, and the mana that had dried up in the tendons and veins in Yan Batian's body slowly recovered under the effect of the immortal elixir wine.

The fairy elixir wine that Yan Batian took was brewed by him himself, and he knew very well how much the fairy elixir wine could play in his body.

With his current cultivation in the god transformation stage, this gourd immortal elixir wine can restore up to thirty percent of his mana. To rely on this thirty percent of the mana, break the trapped immortal array, destroy one or two talisman magic weapons to block the enemy, and retreat with the whole body, it seems that there are two or three percent certainty.

A look of panic appeared on the pale old face, how could Chu Moyun not understand the key to this, but if he wanted to face Yan Batian alone before he died, he didn't dare to deal a desperate blow like a trapped beast fighting at the end.

Now it is not as good as five days ago, when Yan Batian was under siege, but he was measured. Although the attack was powerful, it did not intend to take the life of any of them. Otherwise, Yan Batian would have used the Spirit Slashing Sword at the beginning, although there were many of them, I am afraid that not only would they not be able to resist Yan Batian, but there would also be monks who would die at his hands.

Working with Yan Batian in Tianyuan City for many years, a group of god-transforming monks led by Chu Moyun, the character of Yan Batian in the depths, this person is domineering on the surface, and seems to be a ruthless person, but deep in his bones, he is always concerned about the race, and when his life is not at stake, he will never do anything harmful to the human race.

Their group of god-transforming cultivators are the backbone of the human race, and every time they fall, it is a huge loss for the human race. With Yan Batian's character, knowing that a group of them wanted to be unfavorable to him, he would not kill the killer unless he had to.

It was precisely because of this that they dared to take a huge risk to besiege Yan Batian in order to obtain the coveted benefits.

Now the extremely cold light in Yan Batian's eyes flickered, obviously he had already made a killing intent, if anyone was the first to strike at this time, he would inevitably suffer his most violent attack, although it would not kill him with one blow, but it was absolutely predictable to suffer heavy damage. In this way, the monk who struck first lost the opportunity to compete for the fruits of victory, and no one was willing to do this thankless task.

The longer the time dragged on, the more mana Yan Batian recovered, and the smaller their chances of winning, and the panic on Chu Moyun's old face became even greater.

"Let's go up together, kill him first, he is saying, except for the Spirit Slashing Sword to be dedicated to the clan, all the things agreed before will be done, and all the things on Yan Batian's body will be divided according to the size of the current effort! I will give up the opportunity to choose one first!" Chu Moyun shouted loudly, "If not, when he recovers his mana, it will be our turn to have a headache!"

All the surrounding cultivators of the Transformation Divine Stage suddenly made a promise, and suddenly all kinds of spiritual magic weapons suddenly rose into the air, and the surrounding areas of Fengyuntai immediately changed color, almost before Chu Moyun's words fell, all the monks rushed to shoot with all their might.

It seems that they are not really afraid of the earth-shattering counterattack like the battle of the Yan Batian Trapped Beast, but they are all struggling with how to distribute the spoils after the victory. As long as you can get a huge benefit, what if you can take some risks?

In order to advance to the Tribulation Period, no matter how big the risk is, any of them monks are willing to gamble with their lives, as long as the pay is proportional to the return, even if they sacrifice their lives, they are also scrambling to take risks one after another, if they don't have such a spirit, they will blindly retreat when they encounter risks, and it is impossible to cultivate to the realm of the Transformation Stage.

Dozens of golden swords appeared strangely in the sky above Fengyuntai, which instantly turned into golden rays, and rained down, covering the entire Fengyuntai under it. Every golden mang, all of them are as agile as swimming fish, and their momentum is like a rainbow.

"Haha! It's still Lu Wuji and Lu Daoyou's shot is the fastest, this shot is a master, thirty-six Lei Ling Sword Formation, it's a pity that he wants to take me down on this alone, but he also underestimates Yan, break it for me!"

The smile on Yin Hong's face was still the same, and a simple pentagonal mirror-shaped magic weapon suddenly appeared in Yan Batian's hand, and his fingers were a little bit, urging this treasure.

Suddenly, a pillar of multicolored light shot out from the mirror, and in a flash, it turned into wisps of multicolored filaments, directly entwining towards the golden rays like swimming fish.

The multicolored filaments and the golden mangs are intertwined in the sky above the Fengyun platform, and the sound of "bell bell" is endless. Between the flashes of the colorful filaments, it is like a devastating and decaying inch.

Seeing this, Lu Wuji's complexion changed greatly, and he only felt that some of the small golden swords had been cut off from his divine sense, and he couldn't command, so he shouted, "Not good!" and shook the big sleeves of his wide robe, and wanted to withdraw the golden little sword.

Several small golden swords screamed, and the golden glow dimmed, falling directly from the air, looking like there was no aura at all.

Lu Wuji's face turned pale, and he didn't hold back, and blood spurted out of his mouth. These thirty-six golden swords were his primordial magic weapons, which had long been connected to his mind, and the magic weapons were damaged, as if he had been injured.

At the same time, Lu Wuji only felt that his divine consciousness seemed to be stabbed by some sharp foreign object, and there was a sharp pain like tearing in his skull in an instant, and in his heart, he knew that he had been hit by Yan Batian's fatal blow, and if he didn't flee quickly, he would probably be seriously injured by this blow.

Immediately, he didn't care about retracting the golden sword, and hurriedly endured the severe pain and bit the root of his tongue, urging the mana, and retreated backwards together. Leaves a trail of afterimages in the air.

The multicolored filaments completely blocked the place where Lu Wuji was standing just now at this time, and quickly converged and fell down, if he hadn't avoided it earlier, even if he wouldn't have died because of this, he would never have been able to retreat with his whole body, and serious injuries were inevitable.

"It's a pity!" The corners of Yan Batian's mouth rose, and a sneering look loomed, if it weren't for my serious mana consumption, this blow would at least take half of your life.

Almost at the same time as the multicolored filaments covered Lu Wuji's afterimage, a snow-white Ruyi shot at it sharply. In the upper left of the Fengyun platform, a linear pillar of light was radiantly released, and it pierced straight towards Yan Batian's cave.

When the linear pillar of light approached Yan Batian, it suddenly blurred into a powerful silver-haired demon wolf that was higher than three zhang. The demon wolf's eyes shone with green light, the fangs in the bloody mouth were exposed, the saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth, and the sharp claws at the end of his thick limbs glistened in the sunlight.

The silver-haired demon wolf's eyes showed a fierce light, and he pounced on Yan Batian viciously, if Yan Batian didn't resist, he would probably be torn apart by it.

"Since Ling Daoyou is not willing to be lonely, and he wants to deal with Yan, then Yan will also accompany you to live a few tricks! I really want to know, whether it is Ling Daoyou, your silver wolf is powerful, or my Five Elements Color Mirror is strong. ”

Although he was trapped in the trapped immortal array and faced the siege of several monks of the same level at the same time, he did not completely transfer the immortal elixir wine into mana, but Yan Batian was still domineering and awe-inspiring, and his face was fearless. With a little finger, he urged the five-element colored mirror again.