His breath suddenly stagnated, and his body was dragged by an invisible hand, and he fell sharply towards the ground. And countless thunderbolts in the sky were blasting down on the top of his head, and countless silver on the ground stabbed at him like arrows off the string.

"Qiang!" Yi Yunfei roared, still the sound of a dragon's groan, and a majesty looking down on heaven and earth emanated from him. On his fair skin, a golden light emanated, and his body seemed to be undergoing some strange changes at the moment.

From the moment the sound of the dragon groaned out, Yi Yunfei clearly felt that the suppressive power exerted by the three generations of ancestors suddenly loosened. The moment he resumed his actions, he didn't hesitate at all, his fingers swiped rapidly in the air, and an incomparably mysterious talisman appeared in front of him out of thin air.

This was the first time he had shown this kind of void sigil in front of everyone, and with the stroke of his fingers, a character that looked confused, but seemed to have an inexplicable reason that made people unconsciously immersed in it, emitted a dazzling golden light, and appeared out of thin air with an aura of extreme terror.

"Go!" Yi Yunfei felt the condensation of the talisman seal, without any delay, with a flick of his finger, the character in the void, in a flicker, had already arrived at the face of the three generations of ancestors of the Yingzhao Department.

"Ancestor be careful!" Cao Jiema screamed in shock, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong. But he had never seen such a method, and there was no practical way to do it other than shouting.

His shouting made the three generations of ancestors of the Yingzhao Department stagnate slightly, but that was all.

In Cao Jiema's desperate gaze, the golden character suddenly changed into a golden lightning bolt, slashing towards the top of the heads of the three generations of ancestors of the Yingzhao Division. The golden thunder and lightning were about a foot thick, and they were even more terrifying than the thunder tribulation in the sky.

This is just the beginning, the golden character seems to have a natural attraction to thunder and lightning, like a magnet, attracting all the thunder and lightning power that wanders away, including the thunder tribulation that is about to slash Yi Yunfei's body, and he is also attracted to the past.

These countless thunderbolts converged together, enveloping the bodies of the three generations of ancestors of the Yingzhao Division, forming a sea of thunder that made people's scalps tingle, completely submerging him.

The roaring voice continued to sound in the thunder sea, and this was the first time that everyone had heard the voice of the three generations of ancestors of the Ying Zhao Department. However, in Cao Jiema's mind, he may feel that the three generations of ancestors are still as silent as just now, and this screaming voice is like a life-threatening talisman for him, and despair erupts irrepressibly in his heart.

The power of that Void Talisman lasted for so long that many Terran monks on the lookers were desperate for the three generations of ancestors of the Ying Zhao Clan. In the sky, five thunder tribulations rained down in a row, all of which were attracted by the talisman seal, and poured out on the bodies of the three generations of ancestors without reservation.

These five thunder tribulations were completely different from the thunder tribulations that came when Yi Yunfei faced them alone, each thunder tribulation descended, and they were densely packed with thunder and lightning the thickness of countless water tanks, and it was completely impossible to count how many there were. Moreover, these thunder tribulations all have a shining golden light, which is no different in color from the thunder tribulation evolved from the rune seal released by Yi Yunfei, and the power contained in them can be imagined.

"Good cabbage, you can't arch it to the pig!" Yi Yunfei felt a burst of pain. These thunder tribulations are life-threatening calamities in the eyes of many monks, but they are different in his eyes, and they are the best materials for him to hone his physical body.

The roaring figure of the three generations of ancestors became weaker and weaker, Yi Yunfei flicked his fingers, and the void talisman seal he released in the thunder sea was under his control, and the power ended early. He really didn't want the Thunder Tribulation, which would be of great benefit to his cultivation to be wasted on the three generations of ancestors of the Ying Zhao Department.

The endless sea of thunder slowly dissipated, and the thunder tribulation in the sky also had a short gap at this moment, and everyone finally saw clearly the three generations of ancestors of the demon clan who had been shrouded by the sea of thunder.

The huge body of the three generations of ancestors of the demon clan was still standing in mid-air, and everyone, including Yi Yunfei, was a little surprised, because this monster with a horse body and a human face did not see any obvious injuries on its body.

"Wouldn't it? Such a terrifying thunder sea attack only made this monster scream a few times? didn't it have any effect?" the Terran monk looked at his companion standing beside him with a look of complete incomprehension.

"How is this possible, what realm of cultivation is the so-called ancestral spirit summoned by the demon clan, and he doesn't have any injuries on his body?" The companions beside the monk also didn't know much more than him, and they also exclaimed in disbelief.

At this moment, only the demon king of the Demon Clan's Yingzhao Department, Cao Jiema, had a bitter face, he felt a burst of chills all over his body, and looked at the three generations of ancestors with huge bodies in the sky with a dull face. Others don't understand, as the demon king of the demon clan, how can he not understand that these three generations of ancestors are just a divine soul summoned by him, and they have no physical body at all, how can there be any injuries?

And the direction of his attention was also different from that of the Terran monks, he saw that the three generations of ancestors of the Yingzhao Department looked like a substantial huge body, and at this moment it was no longer as condensed as Fang Cai, and that kind of demonic purple light became much dimmer at this moment.

"I am a sinner of the Yingzhao Department, even if I die, I have no shame to face the ancestors of the Yingzhao Department!" Cao Jiema bent his knees and knelt under the body of the three generations of ancestors, blood and tears kept dripping from his eyes, falling on the hot ground, making a sneering sound.

"It turns out that what you are afraid of is the dragon yin! I have absorbed the entire soul of the divine dragon, but I am afraid that the breath on my body will make you more afraid than the power of any bloodline!" Yi Yunfei understood the problem at this moment, even if he was sluggish.

His eyes flashed with joy, Yi Yunfei finally succeeded in using the [Divine Foot Skill] magic power in the short slack interval of the three generations of ancestors of the Ying Zhao Department, and in a flash, he came to him.

His [Tianyantong] was still running, and he was too far away to see the reality in it, but at such a distance, he finally saw through the reality of the three generations of ancestors of the Yingzhao Department.

"It turns out that you are just a divine soul, haha!" Yi Yunfei gently slapped his face and laughed. There were too many things happening today, and there was some confusion in his mind, this question should have been judged from Cao Jiema's words a long time ago, but he didn't fully understand it until now. slapped himself in the face, and also secretly scolded himself for being too stupid.

From the time when his cultivation was at its weakest, what he was not afraid of the most was the divine soul. At this moment, seeing that the three generations of ancestors of the Yingzhao Department were actually just a divine soul, he instantly sentenced this terrifying-looking opponent to death.