Han Yin stubbornly endured Lin Yi's move, even if he was protected by armor, he was not happy.

Han Yin Huoran turned around, his face became even paler, and a trace of scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Just when Lin Yi regretted that he couldn't kill Han Yin with one move, the latter's heart had already set off a stormy wave!

The armor on Han Yin's body was a top-level defensive weapon that his master personally refined and gifted to him.

His master had said that even if the Nine Tribulation Realm King struck with all his might, he might not be able to break through the armor's defenses.

But now, Lin Yi made a sky-shaking blow, but smashed Han Yin's armor into a crack!

Not only that, the fierce and unforged power of the Heaven Turning Seal was mostly offset by the armor, and a small part still poured into Han Yin's body, causing his internal organs to be shaken a lot.

It is almost conceivable that if Fang Cai did not have this armor to resist, Han Yin's body would be torn apart by Lin Yi in an instant, even if he had a powerful means, he might not be able to escape Lin Yi's pursuit.

"Good, you're good!"

Han Yin's eyes were cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Not only did he break into the tomb realm to harm me, but he also wanted to kill me?"

Lin Yi didn't say a word, just stared at the weapon in Han Yin's palm, thoughtful.

It was an iron rod a foot long and finger-thick, black all over, with a sharp end, which at first glance looked like a brush.

It was this iron rod that destroyed the cloak that covered the gods.

On this seemingly inconspicuous iron bar, there is a burst of heart-palpitating aura, which is extremely terrifying.

"Hehe......"

Han Yin chuckled, raised the iron rod in his hand, and said leisurely: "You also have some knowledge, and you actually recognize the origin of this pen." ”

Lin Yi's heart moved, and he thought of a pen-shaped weapon among the six innate treasures.

"Desperate pen?" Lin Yi's eyes flickered, and he asked tentatively.

"Not bad!"

Han Yin said proudly: "Presumably you have also heard of the reputation of the Desperate Pen, under the Desperate Pen, there will be a dead soul! With the Desperate Pen in hand, you will not be able to escape today!"

"Not necessarily. Lin Yi's tone was indifferent, with Qimen Dunjia on his side, he really didn't take Han Yin's threat in his eyes.

"The real body on the other side?"

Han Yin sighed lightly, looking at Lin Yi's gaze suddenly became extremely hot, and muttered to himself: "Your physical body is not bad, if I capture you alive, I can also make up for my loss this time." ”

"Go and get him for me, and be careful not to hurt him. ”

Han Yin patted the bronze ancient coffin beside him, the lid of the coffin was lifted, and the monk who had fought with the Xuanbei monk jumped out again, with a fierce face and a hideous face, and let out a roar at Lin Yi.

"Knock knock!"

The ancient coffin monk threw off his stride, stepped into the void, made a muffled sound of beating the big drum, came to Lin Yi without making a move, and directly smashed it with a punch, with a heavy bloody aura.

Lin Yi's eyes flashed with a gleam, his body fluttered, and he instantly avoided the punch of the ancient coffin monk.

But this corpse seemed to have intelligence, and his reaction was extremely fast, he stepped forward, and without waiting for the old moves, he rushed up again and fought Lin Yi in close combat!

The ancient coffin monk belongs to a kind of power corpse, and it is the most difficult.

There are no flaws in the body of the power corpse, invulnerable, and infinitely powerful, and Lin Yi has no way to fight in close combat.

Even if Lin Yi's melee skills were good enough to create many opportunities to hit the Ancient Coffin Monk, he would not be able to break through its powerful defenses.

To deal with this kind of power corpse, either kill Han Yin or blow this corpse up, there is absolutely no second way to choose.

Lin Yi's expression was calm, but he was constantly entangled with the ancient coffin monk, relying on his powerful spiritual sense, and the unpredictable chaos technique tried to delay time as much as possible.

After a fight, the ancient coffin monk was hit by Lin Yi a few times, unaware, and Lin Yi was also unscathed.

"Huh?"

Han Yin gradually sensed that something was wrong.

The means and combat power revealed by the King of the Six Tribulations Realm in front of him have far surpassed the other Six Tribulation Realm Kings, although his bloodline belongs to the Flower Realm, but with one means, it has integrated the secret techniques of the Ancient Realm, the Dao Realm, and the Buddha Realm, which can be called against the sky!

"Who the hell are you?"

Han Yinda frowned, and even a strange thought appeared in his mind: "This person can't be a demon cultivated by the Flower Realm, the Ancient Realm, the Dao Realm, and the Buddha Realm, right?"

At the moment when Han Yin's mind fluctuated slightly, a cold voice came from his ears.

"The man who killed you!"

Lin Yi's eyes shone brightly, and he scolded lightly: "Phantom Nine Changes!"

"Whew!"

The wind blew, and nine figures identical to Lin Yi suddenly appeared in the void, forming a circle, and the farthest figure was behind Han Yin!

"Illusion?"

Han Yin's heart sank.

The ancient coffin monk not far away directly smashed the 'Lin Yi' on the opposite side with a punch, but the most powerful thing about the Nine Transformations of the Phantom was that the nine figures could be switched at any time.

Lin Yi could have gotten rid of the ancient coffin monk a long time ago, and the reason why he chose to entangle with him was to delay time and wait for Gongsun Zhuo and the King Kong monk to completely stay away from here.

And now, even if Han Yin goes to chase the two, I'm afraid he will return in vain.

"Winding!"

Lin Yi used the phantom nine changes to come behind Han Yin, pinching the magic trick with both hands, and the flower soul on the other side of the sea shook gently.

At Han Yin's feet, thick wisteria grew out of thin air, covered with thorns, and went straight to Han Yin's body and wrapped around it.

At the same time, Lin Yi stepped on the Seven Stars, and the magic trick in his hand changed again, releasing the Seven Stars Scythe of the Dao Realm Secret Technique.

"Boom!"

Seven huge stars suddenly appeared in the sky, which seemed to have an inexplicable connection with each other, forming a sickle-like pattern, which reflected Lin Yi's seven star steps in the distance.

In the end, the heavy forces converged, and in the palm of Lin Yi's palm, a murderous purple sickle was condensed!

"Slash!"

Lin Yi shouted, his eyes widened, and he swung his purple scythe and slashed straight at Han Yin's head.

The ancient coffin monk not far away was also galloping towards this place, but it was too late, using the phantom nine changes, Lin Yi successfully created a situation of fighting alone with Han Yin's body!

"Look for death!"

Han Yin's body was entangled by the purple long vine, but his expression was calm as usual, and a disgusting corpse aura burst out from his body, and even the bauhinia long vine touched it, and it gradually withered.

"Die!"

Han Yin suddenly waved the desperate pen in his hand, pointed at Lin Yi, and wrote a huge word 'death' in the void!

On the tip of the pen, a wisp of dead black gas overflowed, and the word 'death' turned out to be condensed and heavy, exuding a terrifying atmosphere.

"Hmm!"

Lin Yi's face suddenly changed and he snorted.

On the surface, Lin Yi's body was not harmed in the slightest, but in the sea of knowledge, there was a layer of devastating haze around the flower soul on the other side!

The flowers on the other side shook violently, frequently emitting clouds of misty power to block the erosion of this haze.

The flower soul on the other side conveyed a panicked and frightened emotion to Lin Yi for the first time!

The Desperation Pen is aimed at the soul of the monk!