Flying tens of thousands of miles along the edge of the Guardian Range, the two of them came directly to the other side of the statue.

Identifying the direction, Yun Zhiman withdrew his mana and said, "Fly over the ground, slow down." ”

With that, he flew forward ahead against the ground.

He Yi no longer had the shadow of Xiao Yi on his shoulders, and he was included in the Sumeru ring. He followed closely behind Yun Zhiman, controlling the blood flow and weakening his breath, and he also pressed the ground and slowly advanced.

Their flight speed was not even comparable to that of the Yuan Infant Cultivators, and the changes in the airflow they brought up would definitely not be noticeable from thousands of miles away. In this way, although it takes four or five days to get to the statue, the security is much higher.

The number of resentments on the periphery was very small, but they were careful to sail the Ten Thousand Year Ship, and they still maintained a cautious posture and tried to hide their aura as much as possible.

Silently, two days passed peacefully, and they were still about 15,000 miles away from the statue.

In the past two days, the two have rarely communicated, and they have used the transmission of words to speak, which can be described as extremely cautious. After all, the opponent is beyond imagination, and if you are not careful, you may lose your life!

As the distance progressed, more and more depressed feelings lingered, and a faint uneasiness quietly emerged. On the third day after they entered the realm of the Evil Guard, the air suddenly trembled slightly!

The tremor in the air was undetectable, but neither of them was an ordinary person, so they naturally judged the abnormality in an instant!

After a pause, the two looked at each other, and both saw a bad feeling in each other's eyes.

"The latest grievance should be that the calamity is not high, if you get closer, you can solve it quickly!" Yun Zhiman's deep voice came into He Yi's ears, and the latter immediately understood and quietly pulled out the firewood knife.

I lowered my speed and continued to fly forward, and after about half an hour, there was that faint tremor in the air again!

The two of them continued to move forward with their eyebrows locked, and all perceptions except their divine senses had been raised to the highest level.

After another moment, a third tremor came, a little heavier than the previous two. Then the fourth, fifth, and sixth times...... The tremor in the air grew faster and stronger, becoming as thumping as the heartbeat of the sky. No, to be precise, it must be something that doesn't know what is beating that causes the air to tremble!

Bang, bang......

In my ears, the sound of unknown origin was connected in a line, and one did not fall and one fell again.

The sense of crisis was close at hand, and the two of them had stopped walking, looking around for the source of the trembling.

"It's coming!"

Yun Zhiman suddenly transmitted, his eyes pointed to one place, and he didn't know when there was an extra red dragon sword in his hand!

Following his gaze, He Yi saw a gray figure with a height of one foot and five feet and a rhinoceros horn on his forehead flying towards him!

The figure was still hundreds of miles away at first, and he could only see an outline, but when it approached the range of fifty miles, He Yi could clearly see its appearance. It turns out that the thumping feeling really comes from a heart! a heart that is completely gray and full of cracks!

The firstborn rhinoceros horn roared in a low voice and flew quickly, and the internal organs under the flesh of the hole in his chest were clearly discerning. All of its internal organs had turned gray by this time, and there were broken marks everywhere, except for the one that had cracks and was still beating normally.

It's only a few tens of miles, and it doesn't take a moment to start! Yun Zhiman's divine sense quickly swept away, and he said: "The Four Tribulations of Life and Death Realm, I can deal with it, but I can't guarantee that I won't leak my breath." If you have the opportunity, you will chop its heart when you have the chance!"

As he spoke, he lifted the Red Dragon Sword and flashed to meet him!

He Yi clenched the firewood knife, his eyes were fixed on the resentment, and he was ready to attack.

After discovering the target, the tall resentful roared in a low voice, three points faster, and the fist full of cracks hit Yun Zhiman's head directly!

The latter shook his body away, and the white figure made marks in the air, like a flame under a gale.

The Red Dragon Sword Immortal Yuan implied that a sword slashed obliquely, but it was swept away by a resentful punch. This one-horned resentment is undoubtedly a heavenly immortal who specializes in the flesh, and after swinging away the Xuanbao Red Dragon Sword with one punch, he only dropped a piece of dry gray flesh, and he was not hit hard!

There are many crises here, and it is obviously not good for you to delay time. Yun Zhiman was well aware of this, so although he tried his best to suppress his breath, the power contained in the sword was already strong enough to cut through the void!

In the face of the ascetic body of the Four Tribulations of Life and Death, it was obviously unwise to fight hard, but due to the huge momentum of the spell, he had to risk his life and fight with this resentful and cautious fight!

Fists and swords, one gray and one white, were staggered and entangled in the air. The speed of their shots was extremely fast, and what he saw in He Yi's eyes was only a series of afterimages.

As an ascetic, he knew how advantageous penance was in close proximity. Although Yun Zhiman has been in the Heavenly Immortal Realm for thousands of years, and his physical body is no weaker than him, there is still a big gap compared to the resentment of the Life and Death Realm. And this was not what he was most worried about, what worried him the most was that the resentful would let out a low roar every time he made a move!

In the chaotic afterimage that he couldn't see clearly, Yun Zhiman had been suppressed by resentment to the point that he could only parry. The strength of this resentment itself is many times stronger than him, even if he has no martial arts before his death, and his body is greatly damaged, but it is not the ability of him, a Purple Mansion monk, to match!

After carrying it for a while, he gradually became a little powerless, unable to keep up with the speed of the other party's shots. Under the resentment of a four-punch rush, he only resisted three times, and was hit by the fourth punch! Fortunately, at the critical moment, the Red Dragon Sword blocked horizontally, so that he was not seriously injured, but only spit out a small mouthful of blood.

Defeated the opponent's resentment and roared complacently, shaking the heavens and the earth trembling slightly!

Yun Zhiman squinted his eyes and glanced at it, then gritted his teeth, suddenly urged the immortal mana, pulled the long sword, and stabbed forward with the incomparable power that tore through the void!

"Roar"

Angry roared, and the gray withered fist clenched again, unafraid of the edge of the Red Dragon Sword!

Qiang~

The two figures collided together, making a pleasant sound. Under the head-on collision, the Red Dragon Sword instantly cut off the three phalanges of resentment, and pushed its body backwards along the way.

The opponent lost his balance, Yun Zhiman struck while the iron was hot, bullied himself, and it was a sword that directly hit the heart of resentment!

The vital point was threatened, and the resentment that had been dead for thousands of years actually showed a panicked look, and his hands hurriedly blocked the mouth of his heart without flesh and bones, trying to save himself.

crack

A short cracked silk sounded, and the sword tore open the palms of both hands with majestic mana, and at the same time, it also brought a terrible heat to burn the withered flesh palms into charred black!

But this sword was blocked! The power of the Red Dragon Sword that pierced both hands was exhausted, and there was no way to pierce the heart as well!

"It's up to you!"

He Yi received a transmission, and then saw Yun Zhiman kick and resent, and a golden spark exploded in the air!

Resentment flies down, and the direction happens to be on his side!

How can you let go of such an opportunity!

He Yi's eyes flashed, he let out a low cry in his heart, and the firewood knife was raised high, and it suddenly slashed down when the gray figure flew to his side!

The air on the blunt blade distorted, and this long-awaited knife was already the fiercest blow in He Yi's life!

Boom!

The wood knife slashed accurately at the heart the size of a resentful human head! The power of breaking the void exploded in an instant, and dozens of tiny void cracks instantly shattered the gray heart under his full blow, swallowing most of the withered heart muscle and the gray air flow inside, and disappearing into nothingness.

The resentment fell to the ground, and the gray veins connected to the heart twitched twice, and then lost all sound.

Win!

Zhang Wugao's body lost the support of the root of resentment, and immediately turned into a puff of powder and scattered down.

He Yi's heart was agitated, he didn't expect that the power of his blow was already strong enough to kill the flesh body cultivator of the life and death realm!

Although this was the condition that Yun Zhiman had created for him, although the opponent had been dead for tens of millions of years, and although this knife was not technical at all!

"! Don't run yet!"

He Yi, who had just smiled, was woken up by an eager transmission before he could find a few reasons to be happy for himself.

"!" he cursed, and quickly pulled out to keep up with Yun Zhiman.

Fang Cai's battle, not only the one-horned resentful roar, but also Yun Zhiman's last two swords and one kick, as well as He Yi's broken sword, all caused a lot of movement. Although the battle was not long, the speed of the resentment in the realm of life and death was very fast, and it might be rushed over in a while.

The two of them swept across the ground, fleeing in the direction where there was no resentment in their memory.

After flying for nearly a thousand miles, Yun Zhiman paused and fell to the ground, and then threw out a wave of mana to cover He Yi, who was chasing him, and pressed him to the ground.

Leaning over the ground, he said: "This distance should be far enough, lie down and wait, wait later." ”

He Yi, who was suddenly thrown on the ground, rolled his eyes helplessly and didn't say anything.

The hatchet was retracted into its scabbard, and he lay on the dark red ground, his ears pressed to the ground, trying to hear something. It's a pity that the distance is so far away, he didn't hear anything except the heartbeat of himself and the people next to him.

The aftertaste has just broken through the void, and the domineering and exhilarating that shatters everything is still fresh in my memory.

With his cultivation in the later stage of his knowledge, trying to destroy the heart of a life and death realm ascetic cultivator by relying on his physical strength alone was tantamount to a fool's dream! But the owner of that heart had been dead for tens of millions of years, and naturally he was no longer as powerful as he was back then. That's why we have that result.

The weakening of the other party, the grasp of the opportunity, and the strength of one's own technique, these three are indispensable. Of course, the most important thing is the firewood knife! If it weren't for this top-grade treasure that once shocked the mountain and sea realm, it would be difficult for him to destroy that heart.

The sword of the Divine Sword General was originally five feet long, one foot was the handle, and four feet was the blade. Now the blade is missing three feet, and only one blade head remains, and the power is not one in ten. However, even if there is no one in ten, the top-grade treasure is a top-grade treasure after all, and it is still a rare treasure no less than a top-grade immortal weapon!

The dark red earth, the two of them prostrate on the ground, avoiding the possibility of being swept away by resentful eyes.

Because the distance was so far away, neither of them could feel the movement over there.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon more than an hour passed.

There was no movement, no crisis, and after waiting for a long time, Yun Zhiman got up.

"It should be fine, let's go. ”