"Woo!"

Two more sword lights flew in, and the Yin Spirit Sect man was desperate, his face was hideous, his body was constantly flickering, and a sword made of stainless steel in his hand was waved into a mirror, and the dense sword light shot towards Wang Ziyi.

The light brightened the sky, and the black mist seemed to have been diluted a lot, and Wang Ziyi's speed was exerted to the extreme, constantly dodging, but he felt that the dizziness coming from his body was becoming more and more intense, and he had to fight quickly.

"Whew!"

The two ghost heads quickly pounced, Wang Ziyi dodged the sword light, and was bitten, he felt that the blood seemed to find an outlet and kept rushing out.

At this time, there was a ghost head on each of Wang Ziyi's left and right arms, and the surface was constantly flashing with light, countless blood vessels appeared, and Wang Ziyi's blood was frantically pumped out.

The tiredness of the body came quickly, and Wang Ziyi didn't expect these ghosts to be so difficult.

"Phew!"

The glazed colorful sword is like a rainbow, stabbing the ghost head on Wang Ziyi's right arm.

"Whew!"

The ghost head couldn't react and was directly inserted into the eye socket.

"Boom!"

Terrifying fluctuations came from the eye sockets of the ghost head, and the flames inside the ghost head were directly extinguished by the powerful impact.

Wang Ziyi took the opportunity to free his right hand, and his two fingers quickly inserted into the eye socket of the ghost head on his left arm, the ghost head was too hard, and he could only start from its eye socket.

The ghost head saw Wang Ziyi's finger inserted and prepared to escape, but Wang Ziyi's speed was too high, and it couldn't react at all, "Poof!", and the flames in his eye sockets were also extinguished.

Wang Ziyi got rid of the ghost head, quickly got out, and ran into the distance, he felt physically exhausted.

The two ghost heads had died, and the remaining three still did not flinch, chasing Wang Ziyi like crazy, and the men of the Yin Spirit Sect saw Wang Ziyi leave, with a bloodthirsty smile in their eyes.

The figure flashed, and they also chased after it, and the people on the street had already gone, leaving enough space for the two, mainly because the fluctuations of the battle between the two were too strong, and it was easy to get injured if they were close.

Wang Ziyi frowned, it was the first time he encountered such a difficult enemy, his strength was not very strong, but the means were endless, and Wang Ziyi was caught off guard.

The feeling of dizziness permeated his heart again, his divine sense swept over his body, and he was suddenly shocked, his blood was mixed with a trace of black gas, Wang Ziyi suddenly felt that his speed had slowed down.

"It's the black fog just now!" Wang Ziyi suddenly realized that this black fog was so evil that his speed had dropped by nearly half.

Wang Ziyi slowed down, and the three ghost heads behind him chased after him, his eyes flashed, and he shouted softly: "Sword shadow follow!"

"Boom!"

Wang Ziyi's spiritual power poured out, and the glazed colorful sword suddenly burst out with a powerful aura and quickly became larger.

"Brush!"

The glazed colorful sword slashed down, the wind and clouds changed color, and the violent fluctuations spread in all directions, and the stone slabs on the street were all turned into powder, and people avoided from afar, sweating all over their bodies, and their hearts were shocked.

"Click!"

The glazed colorful sword slashed at the head of a ghost chasing with great accuracy, and the ghost head directly cracked and turned into fragments, followed by "Bang, bang!" Countless explosions sounded, and the fragments of the ghost head all turned into powder in an instant and dissipated into the air.

"Click!

"Bang!

The glazed colorful sword moved horizontally, and the two ghost heads next to it didn't have time to react at all, and they also turned into powder and dissipated in the air.

The glazed colorful sword took advantage of the situation to attack, carrying a huge amount of coercion, and rumbled away.

The man of the Yin Spirit Sect changed color and quickly retreated, but compared to the flying sword, it was far from it, and he was about to be overtaken, and the violent fluctuations made every nerve in him tense, and sweat flowed down his forehead.

"Woo!"

The man of the Yin Spirit Sect was helpless, and he shook his hand and released the soul flag, as soon as the soul flag appeared, it quickly became larger in the air, and the ghostly aura was full, and countless souls opened their teeth and danced their claws, surging towards the glazed colorful sword, wanting to block it a little.

"Boom!"

Countless souls were directly crushed by the powerful aura, and the glazed colorful sword was like a broken bamboo, rushing all the way, and instantly touched the soul flag.

"Rumble!"

The heavens and the earth trembled, and the soul banner couldn't withstand the crushing of the glazed colorful sword, and made a trill, "boom!", and exploded into pieces, and countless souls disappeared in an instant.

The Yin Spirit Sect man was also thrown out under the huge impact, spitting blood wildly, and his cold face became extremely haggard.

"Brush!"

The glazed colorful sword disappeared suddenly, and was put away by Wang Ziyi, his body was also a little weak, and quickly moved to the direction of the Yin Spirit Sect man, Wang Ziyi's eyes were cold, he was ready to kill this person, no matter how much trouble it caused, he didn't want to leave a strong enemy for himself.

Suddenly, a strong sense of dizziness came to his heart again, and the purple primordial spirit in the center of his eyebrows was shining brightly, and he was trying to resist the poison, but this poison was extraordinary, it was difficult to eliminate, and it was still eroding the primordial spirit of Wang Ziyi.

At this moment, a figure appeared in Wang Ziyi's divine sense, which was galloping at a very fast speed, and Wang Ziyi was taken aback.

"It's him!" The person who came turned out to be Elder Yan of Fengzheng Pavilion, and the prince killed his grandson Yan Tian.

A few days ago, it was Elder Yan who sent people to monitor, and Elder Yan waded through mountains and rivers to kill Wang Ziyi.

Elder Yan had already discovered Wang Ziyi, his divine sense was much stronger than Wang Ziyi, and at this time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was extremely hideous, he seemed to have seen Wang Ziyi's end.

Wang Ziyi was shocked in his heart, and he didn't care about killing the Yin Spirit Sect man again, so he jumped and stood in the air, and a path under his feet appeared out of thin air, turning into a streamer, and quickly fled.

As soon as Wang Ziyi left, Elder Yan appeared here, the speed was simply amazing, fluctuating like a sea, like a giant mountain pressing on everyone's hearts, everyone on the street exclaimed, flying in the air, this is the means of the strongest.

Elder Yan didn't have time to pay attention to these, seeing Wang Ziyi flying, he was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect Wang Ziyi to have such a means, his spiritual power surged, and his speed suddenly increased several times and rushed towards the direction where Wang Ziyi fled.

Wang Ziyi complained in his heart, the poison was rapidly eroding his primordial spirit, and the dizziness was getting worse and worse, if it wasn't for the critical situation, it was estimated that he would have fallen asleep a long time ago.

Yan Chang in the rear made a divine rainbow, the speed was terrifying, and he had already made a sound of sound, he touched a transparent bead in his hand, and said in a low voice: "You can't run away!"

Wang Ziyi's speed is also amazing, with the help of Nei Qiankun, the speed is still higher than Elder Yan, and the distance between the two is increasing rapidly, but Wang Ziyi does not dare to relax at all, the poison has invaded the Yuan Shen, he is crumbling, at this time, he only relies on a trace of remaining consciousness to control Nei Qiankun, but if it goes on for a long time, he doesn't know if he will be completely unconscious, and when the time comes, he will fall into the hands of Elder Yan......

The prince did not dare to imagine the consequences.

......

Time passed slowly, and Elder Yan did not relax at all, and kept following behind him, but now that the distance was getting bigger and bigger, his divine sense could no longer sense Wang Ziyi, and he could only rely on the transparent bead in his hand to locate Wang Ziyi's direction.

And Wang Ziyi actually controlled Nei Qiankun to fly for three days with only a trace of his remaining consciousness, and his speed did not decrease at all.

In the inner world, Wang Ziyi's eyes were closed, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the outside of his body was covered with a layer of black gas, which looked like he was highly poisonous.

Wang Ziyi's wound worsened, there was no trace of recovery, and the outside was also covered with a layer of black gas, which looked terrifying and abnormal.

The wisp of black gas in his blood has long been washed away by the black gas produced by the poison, fighting poison with poison, Wang Ziyi's poisonous mist that can't be sprayed by the five ghost heads has long been dissolved by the poison, but at this time, the poison is too serious, Wang Ziyi fell into a deep coma, and it was only his subconscious that controlled the flight of the inner Qiankun.

Next to Wang Ziyi, the Spirit Beast and the Wind Spirit Bird were all watching quietly, they didn't know what to do, they seemed to understand Wang Ziyi's situation at this time, and they were not playing around.

Suddenly, a glint flashed in the wind spirit bird's eyes, and it flapped its wings and flew above Wang Ziyi's head.

"Groan!"

With a soft chirp, the wind spirit bird opened its small beak.

"Whew!"

With a strong inhalation, the black qi on Wang Ziyi's body slowly flowed out and entered the mouth of the wind spirit bird.

Slowly, the black qi on Wang Ziyi's body became less and less, and his face was already much better, and at this time, the red wind spirit bird had turned into pure black, and a large amount of black qi was surrounded by his body.

Finally, the black qi on Wang Ziyi's body was sucked clean, and the wind spirit bird at this time was extremely black, but its spirit did not change at all, and it seemed that these spirits could not hurt it at all.

Wang Ziyi's black qi was cleared, his consciousness gradually returned to normal, his eyes were also opened, and he was startled when he saw the wind spirit bird entangled in the black mist, but after seeing that it was fine, he was also relieved.

Seeing this, Wang Ziyi understood, it may be that the wind spirit bird saved him, otherwise he was corrupted by the poison, even if he couldn't die, he was caught up by Elder Yan in the rear, and he didn't dare to imagine the end.

But looking at the dark wind spirit bird, Wang Ziyi always felt that something was wrong, he couldn't just let it go black like this! Who knows what will happen after a long time?

At this moment, the whole body of the wind spirit bird changed, and from its body, a raging flame suddenly burst out, as if it was about to burn everything, Wang Ziyi exclaimed, what's going on?

I saw that the flames were getting bigger and bigger, and finally the diameter could reach three meters, and the temperature of the flames was extremely high, Wang Ziyi was really a little worried, so it wouldn't burn the wind spirit bird, right?

Wang Ziyi was thinking about it, the flame on the wind spirit bird suddenly became smaller, and then it was completely extinguished, and a bright red wind spirit bird appeared in front of Wang Ziyi, the black gas outside its body had been burned clean, and the breath of the wind spirit bird was the same as before, Wang Ziyi took a long breath and put his mind at ease.

This wind spirit bird is getting more and more powerful, Wang Ziyi really found its difference, first saved himself in danger, and now it is drug mist, which is equivalent to saving his own life, this back and forth, the wind spirit bird has saved himself many times, it seems that Wang Ziyi really has to treat it well in the future.

In the rear, Elder Yan's brows furrowed deeply, although he did not relax at all, but it was not a way to go on like this, so he would never be able to catch up with Wang Ziyi, would his pursuit for so many days be in vain? )