Ying Tian's heart was beating wildly, he never expected that there was still a hidden guard of the Heavenly Lord Realm, and this person was extremely good at forbearance, so he waited until the last critical moment!

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the black prison pupil saved his life again.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the nine ghosts could not be released, and in a hurry, Yingtian brazenly launched the supernatural power "Bright Moon on the Sea" with all his might!

In an instant, the clouds rolled all around, and a full moon rose on his index finger.

The old man of the ash cannon suddenly felt that his body was sticky, and his spiritual power was slightly not smooth, and when the silver light of the full moon shone on him, he actually felt a tearing pain all over his body.

It's just that the God Realm is the God Realm after all, and it is equivalent to the primordial infant stage monk of the Middle-earth world, how can it be so easy to deal with?

"After cultivating during the foundation building period, you can actually master the artistic conception supernatural power, no wonder those two wastes will die in your hands!" said the old man of the ash cannon lightly.

Even though the resistance of this sea of clouds was very strong, the "Bright Flash" body of the old man of the Gray Cannon was stronger, and he held the Sword of Light in his hand, turning into a white light, and he came towards Yingtian in an instant.

Yingtian's expression changed greatly, the supernatural power he was proud of couldn't stop this gray cannon old man for half a point, thinking that he was also a top cultivator in the Heavenly Lord Realm!

Where did he think too much about the lightning and stone fire, the black prison pupil moved rapidly, and he avoided the fatal blow again.

"I'll see how many times you can dodge!" The old man of the ash cannon turned pale and continued to attack Yingtian. In just a few breaths, Yingtian had already used the Black Prison Pupil more than ten times.

No matter how magical the Black Prison Pupil is, it can't withstand Yingtian's frequent use, he only feels a sharp pain in his left eye at the moment, most of the spiritual power in his body has been drained, and his soul is also sluggish.

Yingtian's face was gloomy, he had to stop his serial attacks and find the right time to enter the Secret Realm Stone Tablet, otherwise he would die today!

The old man seemed to see Yingtian's intentions, and firmly guarded the front of the stone tablet to prevent Yingtian from having a chance to escape.

Yingtian took out a top-grade spirit stone and held it in his hand, quickly recovered his spiritual power, and after dodging the attack of the black-robed old man again, he instantly threw out the bronze ancient bell he got from the eldest grandson invisible, and shouted: "Zhen !!"

This bronze ancient bell was invisibly regarded as a treasure by the eldest grandson, naturally it is not a vulgar thing, and Yingtian immediately broke the ban on the ancient bell with all his might, and learned the initial use.

I saw that the bronze ancient bell was instantly enlarged, appearing above the head of the old man with the gray cannon, only to hear a long bell ringing "dong~~~", and the old man with the gray cannon was stunned and had to stop attacking.

At this moment, he frantically used the power of his divine soul, pointing at the eyebrows of the old man with one point, and the other at his own eyebrows, shouting: "Curse, curse, die, die!" It is the "forbidden spell of life and death"!

At this moment, Yingtian did not hesitate to lose most of the power of the divine soul, and that strange power was even more powerful, and the soul of the old man of the gray cannon was already shocked by his bronze ancient bell, and at this moment, he felt a sharp pain in the divine soul, and there seemed to be something in it that was disappearing quickly.

"Damn, you dare to steal the old man's Shouyuan!" the old man of the ash cannon shouted angrily, and his body suddenly retreated. He has been cultivating for more than a thousand years, and there is not much longevity left, which is what he cherishes the most, but in an instant, he was stolen by Yingtian for nearly a hundred years.

However, Yingtian was not comfortable, and forcibly used the life and death forbidden spell on the high-level monk, he had been counterattacked, and his soul had been severely damaged!

Yingtian's face was pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body was unstable on his feet, the top-grade spirit stone in his hand had been absorbed into powder by him, he hurriedly took out another top-grade spirit stone, and continued to recover his spiritual power.

Although the secret method of soul cultivation obtained from the auction of the Great Zhou Royal Palace can restore the power of the divine soul, it is a pity that it is still a drop in the bucket at this critical moment, and the power of the divine soul of Yingtian is close to exhaustion.

The old man of the ash cannon was furious, even a junior in the late stage of foundation building could hurt himself, and seeing that his various spiritual treasure methods were endless, and his body method was unpredictable, even if he gritted his teeth and cast a magical secret technique.

Just when Yingtian rushed towards the stone tablet of the secret realm, he saw a white flame suddenly appear on the index finger of the old man's right hand, pointing at Yingtian from afar, and drew a circle in mid-air, and said in a deep voice: "Bright secret art, draw the ground as a prison!"

In an instant, about ten zhang away from Yingtian, a white flame appeared, and the flame swelled out of thin air, and actually drew a circle around Yingtian.

Yingtian only felt that this ten-zhang world was actually separated from the outside world, isolated from all the breath of heaven and earth, like a cage, trapping himself in it!

Yingtian's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly activated the Black Prison Pupil, but his body felt a strong resistance at the white flame, and instantly there was a sharp pain in his brain, and the power of the divine soul had been exhausted, and it was difficult to support the use of the Black Prison Pupil!

The figure of the old man of the ash cannon appeared in the circle of fire, and laughed: "Do you still want to escape? You can be proud of the fact that you can die under the old man's secret technique of 'drawing the ground as a prison' during the foundation building period!

The power of the Yingtian Divine Soul was exhausted, and his headache was splitting, and when he saw the sword of light flying, he could only dodge to the side with great difficulty.

His head was able to avoid the white sword light, but his right shoulder was pierced by the sword light, piercing a two-inch-sized blood hole, and blood suddenly gushed out desperately.

Yingtian snorted, his face turned a little whiter, he retreated again and again, and his right hand instantly sealed several acupoints near his left shoulder, although the bleeding was stopped, but the sharp pain kept coming, and his whole body trembled, and his left arm was even more difficult to lift.

Seeing that the old man of the ash cannon missed the blow, his face turned gloomy, and another sword stabbed out, followed by a white flame giant palm dozens of feet high appeared out of thin air, and roared towards Yingtian. He saw that Yingtian was hit hard, but he still attacked with all his strength, leaving no room for it!

The crisis of life and death is imminent, although Yingtian is frightened, but his thoughts are not chaotic at all, his expression is uncertain, and his mind is thinking about various countermeasures.

At this moment, an extremely cold aura suddenly flowed out of his left eye, surging towards his left palm, and slapping towards the flame circle behind him, it was the Nine Nether Qi!

And as soon as his right hand flipped, the strange black sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and the huge pressure of the black sword instantly aggravated his injuries a few points, but Yingtian still held on to it, pouring all the spiritual power of his body into the black sword.

The strange black sword let out a strange hiss, and a square grid appeared on the sword's body, and it was those strange black stones, but at this moment they trembled restlessly, and an even greater coercion enveloped the four directions.

Yingtian showed a distressed look on his face, but he still resolutely threw the black sword out and shouted: "Explode !!"

Not to Yingtian's surprise, that Nine Netherworld Qi could indeed restrain that Bright Flame Circle, and suddenly the dungeon cage seemed to reveal a crack!

His figure flashed and escaped from the circle of flames, ignoring the monstrous explosion behind him and the screams of the old man, he took out a top-grade spirit stone and quickly replenished his spiritual power, and plunged into the secret realm stone tablet!

The thousand inheritance marks on his body lit up instantly, and when he was about to trigger the teleportation, he suddenly heard a haunting and dreamlike voice: "Young Master!!"

Yingtian was shocked, turned around suddenly, and vaguely saw a hazy woman in Tsing Yi, and couldn't help shouting: "Qing'er!"

However, his figure disappeared in an instant, and he was never seen again.

Qing'er collected inheritance marks and strange black stones along the way, and just as she was rushing to the stone stele, she suddenly heard a monstrous roar in front of her, and hurriedly sped up, just in time to see Yingtian walk into the stone stele and disappear.

At the time of parting, I saw Yingtian's face pale, and the left half of his body was covered with blood, as if he was not lightly injured.

Qing'er was suddenly frightened and lost, and suddenly saw the old man covered in blood in a blink of an eye, and a strong anger rose in her heart.

"Kill him, kill him!" an astonishing killing intent suddenly appeared in her mind.

Qing'er was pure and timid by nature, and she never thought of hurting others, but at this moment she felt that she wanted to kill the old man with the ash cannon, and her little face suddenly turned pale, and she retreated again and again.

"No! Qing'er doesn't want to kill!"

"You cowardly and incompetent dead girl!" another voice appeared in Qing'er's mind, "If it weren't for your young master's alertness just now, he would have died in the hands of that old man with a gray cannon! If you let him go now, then if he kills your young master in the future, then everything will be your fault!"

"In the future, the young master's death will be all caused by you!"

Qing'er's little face suddenly turned pale, her eyes turned red in an instant, and she said loudly: "No! Young Master can't die!

"Yes, the young master can't die, then kill him, kill him!"