"Master ......"

Hostile to many god-transforming stage monks who could turn over their hands and ask for their own lives, Wei Wuya did not have the slightest fear, but as soon as he heard that Yan Batian was going to expel him from the sect, this iron-clad man like a giant spirit god couldn't help but feel fear, and he didn't even know how to deal with it.

"I repeat, leave immediately!"

The indifferent expression appeared, extremely cold, and Yan Batian's voice was still cold. The tall body floats in mid-air, giving people a feeling of an iceberg.

"Yes!

The cold sweat on his forehead spilled out slightly, and a complicated look flashed in Wei Wuya's eyes. Immediately put away the iron spear magic weapon, his body gradually returned to its original size, and at the same time, he walked quickly to a short distance in front of Yan Batian, bent his knees, and suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Master, if you have any strengths and weaknesses today, I, Wei Wuya, swear to heaven that I will make all the monks present who are not good for Master's life worse than death! No matter how advanced his cultivation is and how terrifying his background is, to me, everything is the same!"

The fearless and powerful oath resounded through the sky, Wei Wuya's eyes were full of tears, and while speaking, he kowtowed to Yan Batian three times.

Maintaining a kneeling posture, Wei Wuya's cold tiger eyes slowly swept from left to right, although his cultivation was low, but everyone's eyes touched his gaze, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked, and he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

"What a terrible look!

Looking at Wei Wuya, the group of god-transforming stage cultivators glanced at each other, and they all thought to themselves in their hearts.

"Originally, I thought that the human race couldn't bear to kill you, but now I see that your demon heart is deep, if you are still in the world, I am afraid it will not be a good thing for the entire human race, since this is for the sake of the human race, then you will die!"

A blue-white arc of lightning instantly appeared around Chu Moyun's body, attacking Wei Wuya like thunder.

The earth-destroying momentum made Yan Batian can't help but narrow his eyes, in the face of Chu Moyun's full force blow, even if he is in his heyday, he must be prepared, if this blow completely falls on Wei Wuya, I am afraid that it will kill him in an instant.

"Boundless!

A panicked look appeared on Yan Batian's handsome face for the first time, and with a wave of his hand, he sacrificed a golden talisman seal, wanting to completely protect Wei Wuya, and at the same time, with a flick of his fingers, a huge fire dragon met the blue and white arc.

At this moment, Wei Wuya, who was kneeling at Yan Batian's feet, suddenly smiled strangely, and his body erupted with an astonishing momentum that only a god transformation stage monk could have.

The blow worked, and the smiling Wei Wuya reflexively retreated, leaving a string of images in the air, and appeared beside Chu Moyun in the blink of an eye. Turning around, he looked at Yan Batian defiantly with a dead-like look.

This change came suddenly, although Yan Batian's cultivation had reached the peak of the Transformation Stage, and he had reached the highest level of the Transformation Stage, where he could do whatever he wanted, he was unsatisfactory, and he knew everything around him well, but how could he have expected that this proud disciple who had just been loyal to him and obedient to his words would suddenly attack him?

Although Yan Batian had cultivated his body for a period of time, he had no good cultivation method at that time, and he had reached a critical moment in the cultivation of mana, so he didn't have too much time and energy to cultivate his body, so he had to give up halfway.

Despite this, Yan Batian's physical strength was still among the best among all the Transformation Stage cultivators of the Human Race. But that's all, after being hit in the lower abdomen by "Wei Wuya", he still felt as if his internal organs had been torn apart. If it weren't for the boundless mana support of the Transformation Stage Cultivator, this blow alone would have been enough to shatter his bones.

Ever since the Immortal Cultivator had become an advanced Yuan infancy, Yan Batian had never felt so close to death.

Feeling the familiar mana fluctuations, and the physical attack that was so powerful that the Terran monks could barely surpass it, Yan Batian's mind conjured up a powerful enemy that had disappeared in his memory for a long time.

"It's him! that Long Bin who has refined the mutated dragon soul!"

Staring at "Wei Wuya" beside Chu Moyun, Yan Batian's heart flashed the name of a god transformation stage monk who had already fallen.

"It seems that the only way to do this is to cast the forbidden technique in the reincarnation of Naha Immortal, but it's a pity that once this forbidden technique is cast, I can't control its direction myself, whether it is life or death, I can only resign myself to fate!"

A determined look flashed faintly in his eyes, and Yan Batian finally made a final decision.

"Gillian, go away! Remember that the person who hurt me is not endless, it's just a remnant soul that I once killed! You have to live well for me, if possible, we will have a moment of reunion!"

Helian Yujiao, who was stunned by this sudden shock, suddenly heard a voice from Yan Batian in her ears, and at the same time, her body was involuntarily pushed away by a peaceful and domineering force, and she couldn't resist at all.

"Brother Tian, as a wife, I will wait for you in a safe place for a hundred years, and if there is no news from you after a hundred years, then I will avenge you at all costs!"

The cold voice did not carry any emotional factors, and Helian Yujiao's face became extremely cold. With the blessing of the peaceful power, she urged the mana of the Transformation Stage, which had not yet been fully controlled, and quickly rushed down the Tianyuan Mountain, her figure shook a few times, and then disappeared.

"Lu Wuji Daoist, you take three Daoist friends to catch up quickly! Helian Yujiao is Yan Batian's dual cultivation companion and has also witnessed what happened, you can't let her live! The spoils are yours!"

With a flash of anger in his eyes, Chu Moyun immediately gave an order.

"Okay! Elder Chu has to talk about it! Don't be unhappy in vain!"

Leaving this sentence, Lu Wuji glanced at the two people next to him, and the two next to him glanced at each other, and then got up to chase after him.

"Hahaha! With Yan here, who dares to leave the pursuit?"

A handsome face instantly turned red like blood, Yan Batian's body suddenly swelled up like a balloon, at this moment he seemed to have used some unknown forbidden method, and his body erupted with a heavenly coercion that was extremely incompatible with his cultivation, directly acting on the cultivators of the Divine Transformation Period.

That kind of fear from the depths of the soul that had not been seen for a long time filled all the Divine Transformation Stage monks present, and their faces changed drastically, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Lu Wuji and the other three who bore the brunt of the attack were even more unbearable, and beads of sweat on their pale and weak faces were rolling down like flowing water.

"Plop" "Plop" "Plop" "Plop"

The three of Lu Wuji, who couldn't bear it, actually knelt on the ground in order, the sweat on their foreheads gathered into a stream, although their expressions showed extreme reluctance, and their bodies were also struggling to stand up, but they still couldn't do it for a long time.

"The soul of the Tribulation Period Cultivator's Suppression!Yan Batian, how many hole cards do you still have that you haven't used!"