The battle fell into a stalemate, Yi Yunfei danced on the verge of death, and the phantom that Ji Wuwu manifested was temporarily helpless against him, but he was already injured, and he didn't know how long he could hold on. From the time he saw that the phantom was not anxious, he already knew that unless it was completely cracked, the outcome would be unpredictable.

However, he has now exhausted all his means, and the only thing he has not used is the real dragon. However, he only experienced this kind of dragon transformation once, and recalled the scene countless times afterwards, but he was never able to do it again. This battle has been a long time to say now, in fact, it is less than a stick of incense, and he has tried countless times in this time.

He could feel something roaring in the depths of his soul, as if it was going to break through the wall at any moment, but it never rushed out. Hope was ignited again and again, and disappointment was repeated again and again.

However, he still didn't give up, and after experiencing the urine of the Nine Turns of Ruyi Zhu, he was already a little accustomed to the strange temper of these supernatural things. He didn't know if he could actually do it, but he kept trying.

A hundred thousand miles away, on the top of a high mountain isolated on the plain like a long sword, a man shrouded in black robe looked straight in the direction of due south, he was as motionless as a sculpture, the wind on the top of the mountain howled, and the trees ebbed and flowed like ocean waves. And the black robe on this person's body did not flutter with the wind, it was a little weirdly forbidden, as if his body and this robe were really carved.

"Yi Yunfei, this time, I am acting for the Terrans, not for you. If you are really the co-master of the human race that Pei Daoqi said, then prove it early!" came an old voice from the black robe. The direction he was facing was the direction where Yuheng Palace was located, a hundred thousand miles away, but it seemed that he had seen all of Yi Yunfei's battle at the moment clearly.

The black-robed man's right hand, which had not moved for a long time, slowly drooped, and a black silk thread as thin as a hair dripped from the sleeve robe, flying away in the direction of due south like a spirit. The thread is long, as if it never ends, and it goes on and on. The speed of the silk thread was also very fast, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, it came to the outside of the Yuheng Palace Sect and stabbed towards the phantom that Ji Wuwu had manifested.

Yi Yunfei was able to dodge the shot of the illusory mountain crashing and cracking, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the silk thread. The silk thread was so thin, but it made his heart throb for a while, and he instinctively felt the danger.

And the phantom, who had been expressionless, also felt the presence of the silk thread at this moment, and his face showed a slight solemnity.

The silk thread did not go towards the critical positions in Yi Yunfei's cognition, but rushed to the feet of the phantom. In Yi Yunfei's surprised look, the phantom who had always had a calm face showed a panicked look for the first time.

"His life is at his feet?" Yi Yunfei didn't have time to consider the origin of this silk thread, and it was enough to be able to confirm that this silk thread was not malicious. He reacted immediately, and [Tianyantong] swept towards the feet of the phantom.

This phantom is too big, almost everyone has their own mindset, Yi Yunfei has a lot of combat experience, but it is the first time that he and Ji Wuwu have fought like this now. Therefore, he habitually focused his attention on some vital positions on this phantom body, and even wanted to see through the way this phantom exercise worked, looking for flaws, but he really didn't pay close attention to places like the soles of his feet.

At this moment, seeing the target of this silk thread, and seeing the reaction of the huge phantom, he reacted, this phantom has a weakness, and his weakness is the position of the soles of his feet that he has not paid attention to.

The phantom visibly looked panicked, but instead of moving his feet to dodge, he instinctively bent down and reached out to grab the thread. It stands to reason that such a huge body should feel very clumsy, but the speed of this phantom is extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, his hand is about to grasp the black silk thread.

This person's body is too large, his every move can bring gusts of wind, at this moment, with such a fast speed, it can be said that the ground is flying sand and rocks, the wind is howling, with Yi Yunfei's cultivation, he is a little out of breath by this strong wind.

However, he still watched intently at the confrontation between the silk thread and the phantom. The black silk thread was controlled by the black-robed man from a distance of 100,000 miles, but it was extremely flexible, and a huge arc appeared on the silk thread, and in the roar of the phantom, the silk thread narrowly bypassed the phantom and reached out like a fish, and rushed into the light cluster at the feet of the phantom.

And Yi Yunfei followed the silk thread, and then he saw that there was indeed a shadow more than three feet high at the foot of the phantom. This shadow is very faint, so faint that if you don't look closely, you will think that it is just a shadow caused by the light.

And the speed of the silk thread was also extremely fast, after the phantom was caught, there was no second chance to shoot, the silk thread had already rushed to the side of the black shadow, and suddenly winded, in Yi Yunfei's unbelievable gaze, the silk thread actually rushed into the light cluster that he couldn't knock with all his efforts, and wrapped the inconspicuous black shadow.

"It's just a trick, dare to go to the territory of the human race to spread wild?" An old voice came faintly, as if whispering in his ear, Yi Yunfei looked up, looked along the way the silk thread came from, and looked far away, but he didn't find who made it.

A piercing sound came from the feet of the phantom, as if it was the sound of steel wire rubbing against the iron pillar, which made people's teeth ache for a while. The phantom was roaring, his body writhing angrily, and with this writhing, the huge figure was actually shrinking, constantly dimming.

"Zhongzhou's heritage is so terrifying?What kind of existence did it take?" Yi Yunfei's heart shook, how terrifying this phantom that Ji Wuwu manifested was, only he could deeply understand it, but at this moment, he was trapped by this silk thread that looked very easy.

Although the phantom was a little panicked, it was not chaotic, he was angry and writhing, but his hands quickly grasped the black silk thread. The sound of tooth soreness continued, and the silk thread had obviously been grasped by the phantom in his hand and was trying to tear it off, but the end that was wrapped around the phantom was still shrinking.

"I'm a god's mansion, how can I be trapped by mere mortals!" A sneer came from the phantom, and an aura even more terrifying than Fang Cai suddenly burst out from under the phantom's feet, and the black silk thread that had been dominant trembled violently, as if it was suppressed by this aura.

Yi Yunfei didn't have time to be surprised, because the moment this aura appeared, he felt that his soul was suppressed for a while, which was a feeling as if he was seeing a natural enemy.

And it happened to be the appearance of this kind of suppression, and from the depths of Yi Yunfei's soul, an extremely angry roar finally came out. Yi Yunfei knew that the long-awaited dragon soul was finally enraged. Yes, it's anger, the kind of anger that feels humiliated after being threatened by something weaker than you.

On the top of the mountain, the black-robed man's body trembled slightly, he had always used only one hand to control the silk thread, and at this moment, his hanging left hand was also raised, as if he wanted to hold the silk thread.

At this time, Yi Yunfei's body erupted with a terrifying aura that had not been seen for a long time, and a dazzling golden light appeared from Yi Yunfei's body, enveloping everything here in a layer of gold.

"Qiang!" A dragon chant came out of Yi Yunfei's mouth, and whether it was the human race or those giant clan monks around, it felt as if someone had hit their souls with a heavy blow, and their hearts were in a trance, and they all stopped the battle and retreated sharply, alerted in disbelief.

"Could it be that what Pei Daoqi said is true? This is the second time that such a form has appeared, right?

In the endless golden light, Yi Yunfei's figure disappeared, and a huge golden dragon replaced his existence, and a dragon groan sounded again, and everyone was shocked by everything in front of them and did not dare to move in the slightest.

The huge golden dragon's body was hundreds of feet long, towering into the sky, and the golden scales all over its body emitted brilliant light. The light in his eyes was cold, and he glanced faintly at all the monks on the ground, and a fear from the soul rose in the hearts of all of them, and everyone felt as small as an ant in front of such a sacred creature.

"Yi Yunfei, can he control this power independently?" Pei Daoqi had a little relief on his face, he always believed in the results shown by the astrolabe, and at this moment, seeing Yi Yunfei transform into a dragon, this belief became more and more firm.

The relaxed feeling of breaking free from confinement, and the feeling of being able to control everything with a wave of his hand, made Yi Yunfei extremely intoxicated. When facing the phantom just now, even if the power of his blood was fully opened, he still felt a kind of suppressed discomfort, but at this moment, there was no longer the slightest feeling. The golden dragon went straight into the sky, and when it looked at the huge phantom, it was a kind of overlook, and this kind of overlook was not just an appearance, but a kind of overlook from the depths of Yi Yunfei's soul.

"Hasn't the dragon clan disappeared a long time ago, why is it still here?" the phantom opened its mouth for the first time, and many monks had already heard the feeling of stubble, and for the first time, the phantom did not have the calmness of holding the victory ticket.

Yi Yunfei didn't know how long this incarnated dragon could last, so without the slightest delay, he waved his golden dragon claws and slapped it towards the phantom's head.

A roar came from the mouth of the phantom, and he quickly let go of the black silk thread in his hand, raised his hands, and met Yi Yunfei's dragon claws.

"Boom!" The loud sound made many monks temporarily deaf, and the phantom fell dozens of zhang under Yi Yunfei's claw, and the ground collapsed and cracked, cracking a huge crack hundreds of zhang long. ()

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