On the other side, Bai Kai had already fought with Zhang Ling. Both of them are monks in the Dan period, and it is not easy to distinguish the winner from the loser for a while.

Yang Yi's face was solemn, he protected Han Meng behind him, and took out a blood-colored long sword in his left hand, which was also a top-level magic weapon of the ground level.

The first two attacks are in the front, and the spears are in the rear, due to being the rear fire. However, the spear flies significantly faster than the first two attacks, and it looks like it is about to catch up with the first two.

"No, we have to retreat. Yang Yi thought about it and began to fly backwards. Yang Yi didn't have a way to deal with the green poisonous mist. You can only hide. Han Meng hugged Yang Yi tightly, and the two flew backwards, constantly moving away from Bai Guangfei and the others. But those three attacks were getting closer and closer to Yang Yi.

The spear saw that it was about to catch up with Yang Yi in four or five seconds of flight, and when it was delayed for a while, the two attacks would follow.

Yang Yi's face was gloomy, and the blood-colored long sword in his left hand flew towards the spear. And he continued to fly upside down.

Bai Guangfei saw Yang Yi meet the spear with a flying sword, and his face immediately changed. But the spear had already collided with Yang Yi's sword at this time.

With a bang, the spear exploded instantly, turning up a wave of red fire, Yang Yi's sword was instantly devoured, and the wave of fire enveloped a radius of twenty meters, but it was still far away from Yang Yi. But it was very close to the lightning sword and the green poisonous mist.

Yang Yi saw that the spear exploded and did not advance but retreated, because the green smoke and the sword with lightning had died in the explosion, while Yang Yi's blood-colored sword was intact. But the power of this explosion really surprised Yang Yi.

"Luckily, I sensed the danger of the spear and tried it with my sword. If this blows me up, I'm going to be seriously injured. Yang Yi was still a little scared in his heart. However, Yang Yina, who saw the green smoke disappear at this moment, was willing to let go of the good opportunity at this moment. Of course, it is to fly to a few people as fast as possible.

"Stop him!" Bai Guangfei saw Yang Yifei's face immediately change drastically, and when he was approached by the body cultivators, they would definitely die.

The two monks' faces also changed, and they were about to take another measure, but one of the monks felt a flash of red light in front of him, and he lost consciousness.

The red light was Yang Yi's blood-colored sword. Yang Yi killed the monk with a gourd that could spray green poisonous mist. Because the green poisonous mist really made Yang Yi very jealous.

Bai Guangfei immediately gritted his teeth when he saw that one person was killed, and directly took out a spear that was exactly the same as the previous spear from the storage bag and threw it directly at Yang Yi.

The other monk took out a black axe and threw it at Yang Yi, the axe was wrapped in flames, and even steamed, and it seemed that the temperature was extremely high.

Yang Yi took out another blood-colored long sword, which flew towards the other monk. The blood-colored sword that had just killed a monk flew towards the spear.

After throwing out the spear, Bai Guangfei actually took out a jet-black coffin from the storage bag. Bai Guangfei held a pitch-black bead full of yin qi, only to see Bai Guangfei holding the bead tightly, and the coffin lid slowly opened.

At this time, Yang Yi's blood-colored long sword had already collided with the axe, and the light that hit the axe was dim, and the power was gone. Yang Yi's blood-colored sword flew towards the monk immediately.

The monk's face immediately changed, and he hurriedly prepared to control the axe to fly back, but the axe did not react in the slightest.

The monk hurriedly flew backwards, but his speed was much worse than the blood-colored sword. In desperation, the monk took out several shields and overlapped them in front of him.

The blood-colored sword sliced through three shields like tofu, only to be held back by the last.

Before the monk could rejoice, the shield in front of him was directly shattered, and a red light smashed down, and the monk was smashed into meat sauce before he could react.

Yang Yi was still held by Han Meng. Yang Yi casually put away the monk's storage bag. He looked at Bai Guangfei again.

Bai Guangfei's spear exploded again, but it didn't hurt Yang Yi's hair. Yang Yi also knew that Bai Guangfei's blow was not to kill himself, but to contain him. Bai Guangfei's real purpose was to open this coffin.

Yang Yi looked in the direction of Bai Guangfei and couldn't help but gasp.

I saw that there was a humanoid creature of the same height as Yang Yi next to the open coffin, which was actually a green-haired zombie. The zombie was strong to the point of bloat, and its body was covered with green hairs more than twenty centimeters long, and its fingernails were long black nails. He was wearing a mask on his face, and it seemed that his appearance was too scary, and Bai Guangfei was afraid of scaring himself.

The green-haired zombie seemed to feel that Yang Yi was looking at it, and turned around and saw Yang Yi.

"Damn. Yang Yi just looked at it, and felt that the green-haired zombie was not easy to deal with, so he put Han Meng on the ground and stuffed Han Meng with something blue. It was the Heavenly Thunder Feather.

"Whoever wants to hurt you will attack him with this feather. Confess the Lord first. Yang Yi said. Immediately, he flew in the direction of Bai Guangfei. It was only a distance of nearly a hundred meters, and it was only a blink of an eye for Yang Yi.

Han Meng was by the wall, his hand tightly holding the soft Heavenly Thunder Feather. looked at Yang Yi away worriedly.

The green-haired zombie's green eyes spun around a few times, and immediately locked on to Yang Yi. Fly directly to Yang Yi.

"It can fly, it seems that this zombie has a foundation building period of cultivation, but this zombie doesn't seem to have divine sense. It's going to be easier to deal with. Yang Yi looked at the green-haired zombie and thought to himself, holding a blood-colored long sword in his left hand and right hand.

Bai Guangfei was not far from the coffin. Holding the bead, he looked at Yang Yi with a playful face.

The distance between him and the green-haired zombie was only more than ten meters, Yang Yi's eyes were cold, and the mana was injected into the blood-colored long sword, and with a wave of his hand, a red sword flew towards the chest of the green-haired zombie.

The green-haired zombie roared, like the sound of stirring after filling a pot with stones. The green-haired zombie's body twisted, the bloated body was slightly off, and the sword only slashed the green-haired zombie's shoulder, cutting a wound three or four centimeters deep.

The green-haired zombie roared angrily and slapped Yang Yi's head with both hands.

Yang Yi's pupils shrank, because there was green blood flowing out of the wound of the green-haired zombie. But Yang Yi didn't have time to think about these at this time, the enemy had already arrived in front of him, and Yang Yi slashed at the chest of the green-haired zombie with a sword. The green-haired zombie was immediately sent flying. Falling directly from a height of ten meters to the ground, it stirred up a puff of smoke and dust.

Yang Yi wanted to fight again, but suddenly the scenery in front of him changed, full of gentle white light, when the white light disappeared, Yang Yi saw it, the green-haired zombie was gone.

"What's going on?" Yang Yi looked up and down, left and right, but didn't find any green-haired zombies.

"Fellow Daoist is called Yang Yi, right?" Yang Yi suddenly appeared in front of an old man with white hair and white beard, and behind him was a large number of high-ranking monks standing respectfully, including Bai Kai.

"Yang Yi, are you okay?" "Are you okay?" Zhang Ling pulled Han Meng and flew to Yang Yi's side, and Zhang Ling and Han Meng asked the above words almost at the same time.

"Of course it's fine. Yang Yi smiled at the two and looked at the old man in front of him: "I am Yang Yi." What do you call your seniors?" Yang Yi felt that this person gave people a very gentle feeling, but when he saw this person, he couldn't help but feel a sense of solemnity.

"Old man white song. Daoyou can call me Bai Daoyou. The old man laughed.

"I don't know where you are from?" Yang Yi asked.

"I am the founder of the Falling Cloud Sect. The old man laughed.