The Demon Shadow was instantly killed by the Nine Heavens Golden Thunder, and Wei Yi's head was also continuously eroded by a part of the demonic energy transformed by the blood curse. These demonic qi actually contained an incredible power, and it could not be expelled from the body for a while by Wei Yi's Taoism. The demonic qi continued to penetrate into his face, entangled with the flesh and blood of his head, and for a moment Wei screamed in pain.

"The demonic qi transformed by the blood curse has already begun to erode the divine consciousness of Wei Yiyi's friends, unless it is cleared immediately, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Hu Yanli obviously knew something about this blood curse, and seeing that Wei Yi was in this situation now, he told everything he knew.

"Then let's do it immediately!" Bai Ruoling looked worried between her eyebrows.

"No, now we can only rely on himself, once we make a move, it will affect Wei Yiyou's own potential!" Hu Yanli looked solemnly at Wei Yi who was in pain in front of him.

At this time, Wei Yi was constantly running his whole body cultivation, resisting the erosion of the blood curse with all his might. Although the Nine Heavens Golden Thunder can be said to be the nemesis of magic skills, it has little effect on the mysterious power in the blood curse. can only rely on his own spiritual power, struggling to resist the erosion from the blood curse.

This force is not particularly strong, and there is no pull of the caster, and it is gradually and slowly suppressed. But at this time, Wei Yi's appearance has changed dramatically. Although before, it was not very handsome and elegant, but it was also chic and free. But now that the power of the blood curse is slowly being consumed, the side effects of the same are also huge.

Finally, after an hour, the last trace of blood curse power in his body was removed. Wei Yi slowly opened his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, your appearance!" Hu Yanli had gone through two peaks and turns, and he had already regarded Wei Yi as a friend from the bottom of his heart. Seeing that Wei Yi had finally turned the corner, he hurriedly rushed forward.

"Huyan Daoyou, don't worry! The power of the blood curse is too domineering, this time he can get away with saving a life, Wei is content!" Wei Yi's expression remained unchanged, and when he cleared the last trace of the blood curse, he had already found that although the blood curse was cleared, his appearance was changed by this domineering power. No matter how hard you try, you can't eliminate this side effect.

Attractive ears, triangular eyes, and a nose facing the sky! Standing in front of everyone's eyes is like another person. If it weren't for these people knowing that this person was Wei Yi, I am afraid they would not dare to recognize each other. Wei Yi himself obviously didn't want these people to feel sad because of him, so he comforted everyone with a calm expression.

"Yan'er, although this matter has been hundreds of years in the past, it has always been a demonic obstacle in the teacher's heart!" Bai Ruoling told the details of the incident to the beloved apprentice in front of him who had followed him for twenty years. Although it is said to be a demonic barrier, Murong Yan can't see that his master has been obsessed with Wei Yizhen since that time, even if his appearance has become ugly.

However, what Murong Yan didn't know was that in fact, Wei Yi had already fallen in love with this Bai Ruoling who was holding him in his arms at that time. It's just that in the past few hundred years, he can only hide his love in the deepest part of his heart, and he has never mentioned it to anyone, just because of his appearance, he is no longer worthy of such an excellent woman.

After Bai Ruoling said this, he quietly left the room. In the dark night sky, a white full moon hung in the sky, and in the silence of the night, the white figure slowly disappeared. Only before leaving the door, Murong Yan, who watched intently and said nothing.

Time passed quickly, and the night passed quickly, and in the early morning, the moon shadow flowed in the west, the sun rose in the east, and the sky was still slightly dark. Shi Yifeng had already walked out of Wei Yi's room and walked slowly in the direction of the venue.

Shi Yifeng, who was on the way, also fell into hesitation in his heart. What puzzled him was why Murong Yan had to separate the winner from him in that situation yesterday. Originally, Murong Yan could use the strength of the late stage of Jindan to compete with herself, so she was afraid that in the face of the other party's magical spells, she might lose herself.

This question has been bothering me since yesterday until early this morning, and I still haven't figured out why. In the end, I came to the conclusion that this matter is not so simple. There is likely to be a big secret in it, and this secret now seems to be very related to his identity.

Shi Yifeng has already guessed this matter.

Finally walked to the venue of the competition, at this time there are not many people in the field, it should be said that there are not many people who will come to the competition arena so early. After all, most of the people yesterday have experienced a round of competition, and the rest time is far less than enough for themselves.

After yesterday's competition, a total of fifty-four cultivators participated in the competition, and after the winner was decided, there would be twenty-seven people entering the sixth round of the competition, plus the little fat man who had a bye yesterday, a total of twenty-eight people entered the sixth round of the competition.

At this stage, the remaining twenty-eight people, except for themselves. The rest of the people all have the cultivation of the late stage of Jindan, and these people have really come to this stage after round after round of elimination, and it can be said that there are basically no weak people. If you want to win by luck, I am afraid that this wishful thinking will fall through without surprise.

Shi Yifeng walked here, regardless of whether there were many or few people. Sitting straight down, after this period of accumulation, I finally felt that I had completely reached the peak of the early stage of Jindan, and the Dao method was very different from when I first entered the early stage. If nothing else, he only needs a suitable opportunity, and he will completely enter the middle stage of Jindan, and his cultivation will definitely make great progress at that time.

Think about it, it's been more than two years since I entered the monastic realm. In the past two years, he has grown from a completely hazy teenager to the realm of Jindan. The grace of Tenghua's predecessors to donate books, if there is no Tenghua predecessors' gifts, he may be a mediocre life, and he will be buried between heaven and earth in just decades of cold and summer, continuing to reincarnate one after another.

If it weren't for the secret guidance of that otherworldly fortune teller in Qingniu Town, I am afraid that he would still be crawling around in the cultivation world, at best a casual cultivation like a headless fly. It is precisely because of the secret guidance of this fortune teller that he entered the Daoist Sect by chance, and he had the master of Wei Yizhen.

If he didn't ask the Dao Sect, and if he didn't ask the Dao Sect's Wei Yi Zhenren and the head Dao Yun Zhenren, he wouldn't have been able to have so many cultivation resources, especially top-level spells like the Grass and Tree Illusion. Not to mention his own master, Wei Yizhen even carried the enemy of Sima Kun for himself. There is also his grandfather, although he suffers in the Netherworld, but it is better than being scattered. In time, he will definitely be able to defeat Sima Kun, and when the time comes, my grandfather's soul will also return safely.

These major events that are enough to affect my mood keep appearing in my mind. It's like living it all over again.

The mood is also unconsciously improving. At first, the power of his divine consciousness could only cover a distance of less than five miles, but after this sublimation, the power of his divine consciousness increased nearly twice out of thin air, and now when he unfolded his divine sense, he could clearly feel the movement nearly ten miles away.

"Let's start the lottery of the competition!Fourteen of the twenty-eight people will enter the final duel!" A loud voice suddenly woke up Shi Yifeng, who had put his spiritual sense outside.