Yu Qian's prediction was indeed right, the sword array collapsed, and the spiritual power in Bai Yi's body was even smaller, but when his flying sword slashed closer, the Heavenly Falling Gong had already been operated by Bai Yi with all his might, and the ink-like wisteria sword cut a black light in Bai Yi's hand, and it was actually forced to use the power of the body to collapse Yu Qian's flying sword and fly away.

At the exit of the transformation realm, the whirlpool composed of sand and dust turned faster and faster, Bai Yi stood on a high place with his sword, ignoring the many monks in front of him, he slowly raised his hand, and the soul flag carried by Mo A was already held by Bai Yi in his hand.

With a fierce wave of the Battle Soul Flag, the wind suddenly rose at the exit of the Transformation Realm, and the broken Battle Spirits stepped out from the Soul Banner and lined up around Bai Yi.

Countless war spirits appeared, bringing out a heavier evil aura, under the arch guard of the war spirits, the clothes on Bai Yi's body were no longer bloody, and the black and purple clothes became as black as ink!

When they saw Bai Yi's black robe, all the monks who stayed in the transformation realm were in a heartbeat, and then an inexplicable fear came out from the bottom of their hearts, especially the nearest Yu Qian, the commander of Nanzhao could even smell a strong bloody breath.

In that bloody aura, there was a heavy killing intent.

The time of two hours has arrived, after intimidating the Nanzhao monks with the battle spirit, Bai Yi did not make a move, but looked at Yu Qian indifferently, turned around and walked into the whirlpool composed of sand and dust, behind him, countless war souls followed silently, and when the last battle soul also did not enter the whirlpool, all the monks in the transformation realm breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Mu Wu, who was sitting in the distance watching the play, muttered happily at this time: "This transformation realm is really not in vain, this good show is worth 100,000 spirit stones, and it is really wonderful to trap and kill thousands of cultivators with a sword array, Bai Yi." In the future, Young Master Ben will stay as far away as you as a monster. ”

After muttering a few words, Mu Wu stood up, waved his hand, and shouted: "Children of the Mu family, out of the transformation realm!"

As soon as the Mu family moved, the Lei family also moved. Followed by those impatient casual cultivation, the people of the Hanyu Sect also began to rush to the exit of the Transformation Realm, it has been two hours, the space at the exit of the Transformation Realm has inevitably become more unstable, at this time there is no magic weapon or magic weapon to protect the body, basically no one can pass through the exit alive.

The scattered cultivators seemed to be the most unlucky, although they had earned some spirit stones from the sale of the marrow crystals in the Transformation Realm, most of their flying swords were sucked away by the sword cages, and then they were formed into a sword formation. At this time, there are basically few casual cultivators and flying swords.

Rushing to the exit, a casual cultivator suddenly found that after the collapse of the sword array, even though most of the flying swords were turned into residues, there were still many flying swords left that could barely be used.

As long as there is a flying sword, the scattered cultivators will not miss it, even if the flying sword is broken, it can be prompted for a while, as long as it can keep them out of the transformation realm. Just don't get powdered by those tiny spatial cracks.

When they came to the exit of the Transformation Realm, almost everyone found a broken flying sword. Some of the sect disciples who had lost their flying swords also found a lot of magic weapons that could barely be activated in the wreckage all over the ground, and with these magic weapons, those low-level cultivators who were not under the golden pill also had the certainty of leaving the transformation realm.

Looking at Bai Yi's figure disappearing into the whirlpool, Lu Xichen suddenly remembered that when he was in the Cold Jade Sect, Bai Yi was wearing ice armor. Behind the resolute action, she couldn't help muttering: "Is that spiritual vein very important to you......

Inside the passage, on both sides were blurred and rapidly flying spaces, and a trace of fine cracks continued to appear in the passage of the exit of the transformation realm. If you accidentally bump into those spatial cracks, even the monks of the Jindan realm will be cut with wounds that cannot be healed.

The already unstable space, since the ten-day deadline had expired, became more and more unstable at this time, especially the powerful aura of the Jindan monk, which would make the spatial rift in this passage even more irritable.

Bai Yi's footsteps were not in a hurry, stepping step by step in the passage, the wisteria sword was suspended at his side, and the bursts of black light flickered, resisting the erosion of the spatial rift for the master.

Mo A and the battle spirits had been put away, and Bai Yi was gradually walking outside the transformation realm alone, and the green bamboo robe on his body had turned into a pitch-black color, looking like a cheap robe worn by ordinary people.

It's just that the bloody aura on the cloak is so thick that it is like a dense fog that can't be dissolved, and it always lingers around Bai Yi.

In one trip to the Transformation Realm, Bai Yi killed 3,000 cultivators on the Nanzhao side alone, hundreds of people from the Lei family also fell in the sword array, and the more than 2,000 disciples of the Seven Evil Sects who entered the Transformation Realm this time were all killed by Bai Yi, and these people together had as many as 6,000.

Not to mention those cultivators in the foundation realm, the Jindan powerhouses that Bai Yi killed in the transformation realm this time have already exceeded twenty!

If one Jin Dan is equivalent to more than 100 foundation building monks, twenty Jin Dan is about 3,000 foundation building monks, plus the previous 6,000 numbers, the blood cloak on Bai Yi's body almost absorbed the blood and evil qi of nearly 10,000 monks.

If you kill 100 people, the green bamboo clothes will turn red, kill a thousand people, the clothes will turn purple red, if you kill 10,000 people, then the clothes will not be red, but as black as ink!

Under the Crying Blood Cliff, the leaders of all the forces all gathered their eyes on the team of the Cangyun Sect, and the sect masters of the major sects looked at Li Wenfeng with a trace of doubt and unkindness in their eyes, and later, even the Hanyu Sect Master, who was allied with Cangyun, began to gloomy in his face.

It's been two hours, except for the disciples of Cangyun who have left the transformation realm, none of the disciples of the other sects have ever come out!

Facing the unkind eyes of the major sect masters, Li Wenfeng was also bitter in his heart, and he didn't know why only the Cangyun disciples left the transformation realm on time, and none of the monks from the other sects came out.

After questioning Zhao Heng, a disciple of the torture hall who came out of the transformation realm, Li Wenfeng frowned tightly and was silent.

He had never heard of the name Bai Yi at all, and Li Wenfeng didn't think that a monk who had just broken through the Golden Pill would be able to block tens of thousands of cultivators from other sects with his own strength, but Zhao Heng, as a disciple of the torture hall, would definitely not talk nonsense in front of the sect master.

"Bai Yi ......" Li Wenfeng kept reading this name in his heart, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of what kind of person this Cangyun disciple named Bai Yi was.

With the passage of time, two hours have passed since the ten-day period, and at this time, everyone has tacitly accepted the qualification of the Cangyun Sect to obtain the final victory, and the powerhouses of the various sects are just waiting for the disciples of their respective sects to return.

At the entrance of the transformation realm in the cave, a black light flashed in the light door where the light was already dim, and two hours later, a figure finally appeared in the cave, and at this time, the thin raindrops gradually dispersed the bloody mist around the Blood Cliff.

I don't know when, a light rain fell in the sky, and then it fell heavier and heavier, and when the slightly thin figure in the cave walked out, the torrential rain was already pouring.

The heavy rain covered the hustle and bustle under the blood cliff, and under the eyes of more than half of the strong people in Qingzhou, a pair of black robes that had never appeared in the battle of spiritual veins gradually blended into the rain curtain, and the big raindrops hit the ink-like hat, but there was no ticking sound, as if there was a layer of blood-cast abyss on top of the robe!

When the black blood cloak walked out of the cave, an inaudible whisper slowly came from Bai Yi's mouth.

"Cangyun, win. (To be continued.) )