Yue Yuanfeng's heart was settled, with a clear look of relief on his face, and he murmured softly: "This time, you are dead!"

At this moment, Yue Yuanfeng didn't think about it, and only wanted to strangle Yi Yunfei at the lowest cost. His Yue family couldn't afford a bigger price anymore, Yue Qingyang just came to participate in the Zhongzhou monk setting up the ring against the Yizhou monk with a lively attitude, Yue Yuanfeng also knew about it at that time, but he didn't know that this matter would actually develop into what it is now.

Yue Qingyang's cultivation was abolished, whether he could be rescued or not, it is still two words. And Yue Qingyang is his son Yue Yuanfeng, and the price paid by the Yue family for this matter is enough.

"Fortunately, I was able to kill this little beast, otherwise, my Yue family's reputation would be ruined, and I am afraid that my position as the head of the family would not be saved!" Yue Yuanfeng watched Yi Yunfei's divine soul being torn and approaching the Soul Manifestation Mirror, feeling like he had been reborn after the catastrophe.

This feeling of intoxication, I'm afraid it was only three or five seconds, and soon, in Yue Yuanfeng's surprised gaze, Yi Yunfei's soul, which originally looked sick, seemed to be suddenly infused with a force, and he suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing, without the slightest decadence.

Yue Yuanfeng rubbed his eyes fiercely, he desperately told himself that this must be an illusion.

But the reality is cruel, the moment Yi Yunfei raised his head, the Cangyi Thunder Knife in his hand had also been raised, and the movement of this knife was extremely smooth, as if it had been practiced thousands of times.

And at this moment, Yi Yunfei's divine soul is only three feet away from the soul manifestation mirror, three feet, just right!

After a failure, Yue Yuanfeng's confidence in the Soul Manifestation Mirror was no longer so strong, and the moment Yi Yunfei raised his sword, his heart throbbed inexplicably, and he had a premonition that made him even a little desperate.

"Don't!" Yue Yuanfeng wanted to shout.

It only took half a second for him to say these two words, but Yi Yunfei's knife was faster, and when Yue Yuanfeng opened his mouth to say the first word, Yi Yunfei's knife had already been chopped, and the bright white blue winged thunder knife driven by the divine soul, although there was no earth-shattering sound between the slashes, but the power of this knife was very amazing.

Many people who have seen this knife still have palpitations in their hearts when they recall it after countless years, Yi Yunfei's invincible image is deeply reflected in their minds, and the knife that seems to split the world will never be forgotten.

When Yue Yuanfeng's second word came out, Yi Yunfei's Divine Soul Driven Cangyi Thunder Knife had already slashed at the Soul Manifestation Mirror without any deviation. Yi Yunfei's divine soul and the Cangyi Thunder Knife in his hand were silent, like a fragment of a silent movie, but when he slashed it, it was like a thunderbolt, bombarding Yue Yuanfeng's heart.

"Click!" This extremely subtle sound reached the ears of countless people, because at the moment when Yi Yun flew the knife, there was already a silent pin drop here. And this incomparably subtle sound was the thunder that hit Yue Yuanfeng's heart.

He lowered his head a little dazedly, and then he saw an obvious crack on the soul mirror, the crack was spreading around, and the lines looked so beautiful, but in Yue Yuanfeng's opinion, it was so dazzling.

And at the moment when Yue Yuanfeng was dazed, Yi Yunfei's divine soul just flashed and returned to his physical body again.

At this moment, everyone, including the black-armored monk, was still in a momentary stunned, Yi Yunfei naturally would not let go of such an opportunity, the [Divine Foot Pass] regardless of the rapid exertion of consumption, his figure shuttled like lightning in the crowd of black-armored monks.

The remaining twenty or so black-armored monks felt a black shadow flash, and when they reacted, they suddenly turned their heads, wanting to find Yi Yunfei's traces. only to find that the heads of many of his companions around him suddenly fell to the ground at the moment of turning around.

It was just a momentary stunned, and Yi Yunfei actually cut off the heads of eleven black-armored monks with a wave of his hand. Although it was obviously a sneak attack, being able to do so in such a short period of time also made the black-armored monk, who was known for his fearlessness of death, finally be enveloped in fear.

Yue Yuanfeng's eyes looked at the Soul Manifestation Mirror in his hand, his body seemed to have become a sculpture, and he didn't notice anything that happened here. The Soul Manifestation Mirror in his hand was still making a soft sound, and the range of those cracks was getting bigger and bigger, and Yue Yuanfeng's face was getting whiter and paler.

The cold sweat on Yue Yuanfeng's forehead kept flowing down his cheeks, converging to the position of his chin, and then kept dripping on the placket of his chest, as if he didn't realize it. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, so he froze.

And the bigger reason that made him sluggish was that from the shattered soul mirror, an incomparably terrifying aura emanated, making him chill, as if he was half-targeted by some kind of desolate giant beast, and he didn't even dare to blink his eyes easily, for fear of alarming this terrifying existence.

This soul mirror was a magic weapon handed down during the war between the human race and the alien race, and it was very powerful, and it is said that it imprisoned countless powerful gods and souls of the alien race back then. And at this moment, the Xianjun Mirror was broken, and there was such a terrifying aura exuding from it, Yue Yuanfeng vaguely thought of a certain possibility, and couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, and his heart was cold.

If his guess is correct, the Lou Zi stabbed by his Yue family this time is not just as simple as the destruction of the family.

"Definitely not, it must be the majesty emitted by the magic weapon itself!" As a mid-level cultivator, there will be no problem in maintaining a movement unchanged, even if it is for a few years. But now Yue Yuanfeng, he felt that the soul mirror in his hand weighed hundreds of millions of catties, he felt that his arm was sore, but he didn't dare to move the slightest, it seemed that the slightest movement would make the soul mirror in his hand turn into pieces.

Soon, all the monks, including Yi Yunfei, felt the terrifying aura that made people's scalps explode. It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and I don't know who took the lead first, but in the blink of an eye, all the monks retreated towards the rear. The terrifying aura that makes it impossible to raise the slightest resistance makes these people feel like they have to retreat as far as possible.

Kilometers, 10,000 meters, until many monks withdrew from the distance of more than 10,000 miles, they could only rely on their divine thoughts to check the situation of Yue Yuanfeng, and everyone felt that the breath that made people palpitate was slightly eased.

"What did this Yue Yuanfeng do? Did he release some kind of mysterious ancient monster?" many monks were talking nonsense, looking at the direction where Yue Yuanfeng was located with a shocked expression.

"How can this be? Yue Yuanfeng, a stupid talent, actually stabbed such a big basket in order to deal with a Yizhou monk who had entered the Void Realm!" Countless angry voices came from among the top forces of the human race, and these people were all in the mood to watch the excitement at the beginning, watching the battle between the Yue family and Yi Yunfei, but at this moment they had already discovered the shattering of the soul manifestation mirror.

Those ordinary forces are not clear, and the ordinary disciples of those top forces are not clear, but it does not mean that the core figures of those forces do not know what it means for the soul manifestation mirror to break.

"I hope that the forbidden divine soul in this soul manifestation mirror will not be too powerful, otherwise I am afraid that a catastrophe will be inevitable!" Yizhou, the palace master of the Tianshu Palace, who was also paying attention to this, sighed with a heavy face and said softly.

His face was still calm and his tone was calm, but the boy beside him was surprised to see that his hand on his knee was trembling slightly.

"This is death, what kind of monster is this Yi Yunfei, what are you provoking him for!" Tianji Palace, in a tall hall, wearing a robe and being fat, like the master of the Tianji Palace. At this moment, there was still the slightest kind of eyebrow, there was a mess in front of him, the delicate coffee table, the immeasurable value gap on the coffee table, had all shattered into pieces at this moment, and it fell on the jade floor in front of him.

Without the obstruction of the black-armored monk, Yi Yunfei wanted to take advantage of Yue Yuanfeng's stunned opportunity to give him a ruthless blow, but the coercion on the soul manifestation mirror that slowly changed from wisps to extremely heavy finally made him change his attention, and he, like many monks watching the battle, drove the [Divine Foot Pass] figure to sweep towards the distance like a light and shadow.

"No, it won't be!" At this moment, in the open space where the coast has changed, only Yue Yuanfeng is left, and there are more than a dozen black-armored monks who have lost their combat power. Yue Yuanfeng kept muttering in his mouth, and the clothes on his body were already soaked with cold sweat, as if water had been splashed.

It's just that the clicking sound that made him fall into an ice cellar has not stopped from the beginning to the present, like a reminder, constantly beating on his heart.

"Ahh

With a soft click on the Soul Manifestation Mirror again, Yue Yuanfeng, who was already tense to the extreme, finally couldn't bear this torture. The last bit of defense in his heart was broken, and after a crazy roar, he threw the Soul Manifestation Mirror in his hand towards the sea behind him.

He didn't think about it at all, and at the moment when he threw out the Soul Manifestation Mirror in his hand, Yue Yuanfeng used the maximum speed in his life, and rushed towards the distance under the puzzled gaze of those black-armored monks who had been loyally accompanying him.

The Black Armor Army is indeed loyal, but it doesn't mean that they are stupid, in this situation, how can they not see that they have been abandoned by Yue Yuanfeng? They are dead soldiers, and from the day they were chosen by the Yue family, they were ready to sacrifice their lives for the Yue family at any time.

But thinking about the situation at this moment, they suddenly felt that the loyalty they had always insisted on was so cheap.

They didn't have a chance to leave, and when the Soul Manifestation Mirror thrown by Yue Yuanfeng was still in the air, an incomparably terrifying aura had already enveloped a radius of a hundred miles. Dozens of terrifying figures floated out of the Soul Manifestation Mirror.

"Hah! It's been a long time since I've breathed such fresh air!" the strange voice came from not far away, and the black-armored monk closed his eyes in despair!