Yi Houming didn't underestimate Zhang Xiaohan, what he brought out was the strongest lineup of the Yi family, and the shot was two space cuts, and what he wanted was to be safe.
He Yi Houming started from cultivation, walked to the top of the family step by step, and cultivated to a half-step Mahayana, relying not only on hardship and hard work, but also on prudence.
He studied the scene of Zhang Xiaohan and Song Chensha's attack after searching for souls more than a dozen times, and also thought about the meaning of Zhang Xiaohan letting the children of the Yi family come back, and thought about it in his shoes, and finally came to the conclusion that Zhang Xiaohan still has a backhand, and he thinks that he has the ability to compete with him Yi Houming, and even the idea of fighting is to become famous in a fight.
Zhang Xiaohan did hit this idea.
Song Chensha was right, either she would become famous in a battle and deter the Nine Domains monks who coveted her from fighting with the Yi family, or she would hide and hide in the Nine Domains City, seeking refuge from the Di family and the Mo family, and avoiding the Yi family. broke the cauldron and sunk the boat, just because he fought against the water, fought with the strongest monk of the Yi family, let it go, and decided that there was no way out.
Zhang Xiaohan underestimated the strength of the half-step Mahayana because she herself had not yet entered the merger period, and she had not even touched the threshold of the merger period, but she did not underestimate her strength, and all the conversations and assumptions did not avoid the sister, and the sister did not participate from beginning to end, but not participating is participating, and the silence of the sister is an affirmation.
Since entering the Nine Domains, Zhang Xiaohan has never let go, she still doesn't know what her strength is, and she doesn't know what Xiaobao's strength is, with Song Chensha adding wings to the tiger, if she doesn't dare to make a move in such a state now, the fear of the Nine Domains monks will be hidden in her heart and become a demon in her cultivation.
Therefore, Zhang Xiaohan released the Yi family monks, waiting for the Yi family's strongest lineup, waiting for this time to let go of the battle.
Crisis is the most able to stimulate potential, in the face of the siege of three half-step Mahayana monks, Zhang Xiaohan's fighting spirit is raging, and her body can't help but enter a state of vague nothingness, obviously the battle intent is monstrous, but her eyes are empty, purple eyes are so pure as if they are transparent, and the phantom who is half a body higher out of thin air visually brings oppression.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
The iron hammer that flew out roared to meet the palms of the half-step Mahayana immortal slave, and the overwhelming spiritual power collapsed to all sides, and in the frenzied spiritual power storm, a figure flew out backwards and slanted, and a large mouthful of blood flew out from that figure, sprinkling a rain of blood all over the sky.
No one looked at the immortal slave who flew out upside down, and a thick black gas suddenly gushed out of Yi Houming's body, and the black gas instantly wrapped his whole body, and only the position of his eyes was blazing.
The old man's body burned red, and the whole person was like a burning torch, facing Zhang Xiaohan's purple phantom, they turned their body into a sharp weapon for attack.
"Huh" like the sound of cutting flowing water was cool and cool in the ears, a golden light drew out from the thin blood mist, the confinement between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared, Yan Qingshan held the black demon blade knife, and jumped out violently, the two ghosts in the eyes of the black hole stared at Yi Houming, beside him, Song Chensha was in a good time, holding the Zhuxian Sword, and swept it coldly.
The space to isolate Xiaobao is still there, the two immortal slaves keep pushing forward with their hands, and a large amount of spiritual energy gushes out of their bodies and is injected into the space that isolates Xiaobao, sweat is dripping, dripping from their foreheads and falling into their eyes, but they can't free up their hands to wipe it, although Xiaobao is still in the space, they drag the two immortal slaves in the merger period, so that they can't free their hands.
The surrounding sand was still flying, the spiritual power was raging, and the half-step Mahayana immortal slave who flew out upside down snorted and fell, and the dull sound of the hammer falling to the ground came with a rumbling echo, and the battle between Sima Mingguang and the Yi family monk had stopped.
Sima Mingguang's figure was retreating, when everyone's attention was on Zhang Xiaohan and Song Chensha, he retreated to the birth gate of the formation, his spiritual power fluctuated, and his figure disappeared as if Diao Chai had before, but at this moment, no one deliberately stared at Zhang Xiaohan's eyes, and the sight that fell on Zhang Xiaohan was on her phantom, on her right hand that was slightly like a flower.
When he advanced to refine the void, he tore off a cloud of calamity in the sky, Yi Houming's heart suddenly remembered the rumors about Zhang Xiaohan, he didn't believe it before, but at this time, looking at this right hand covered with purple halo, his heart tightened.
The purple light and shadow raised his right hand slightly, and slowly leaned forward, as if he had found a beautiful flower, and the petals were still with crystal dewdrops, this hand was so light and gentle, just to touch the petals.
But the movement of this hand was so fast, and the distance of more than 100 meters came suddenly.
The thick black on Yi Houming's body became thick in an instant, and in the filthy air, a thin black hand with only a layer of flesh wrapped around the bones suddenly stretched out, and the long black nails flashed with a metallic black light.
The black hand stretched out, and five small cyclones immediately appeared on the tips of the five nails, and the cyclones only swirled on the tips of the nails, but along the direction of the nails, there were five black lights that converged into a beam of death light.
"Years" is like the voice of a dying person, with indescribable discomfort, instantly met the purple phantom in the fingers, five small cyclones are still spinning rapidly, and the grimaces in them continue to spit out black breath, and their faces are hideous and painful.
Time seems to have stopped again, but it doesn't really stop.
The heavy black gas on Yi Houming's body poured into his thin fingers, and his five fingers were nourished by the black qi, as if they were plump, but Yi Houming looked thinner, and there was no trace of even a little muscle on his face, his skin was tightly attached to his bones, and his mouth was closed one by one, as if it was extremely difficult.
The eyes of Song Chensha and the old man were condensed on the black death light and the slow collision of the fingers of the hand, but no one paused, and the Zhuxian Sword came out of his hand, slashing through the golden light like flowing water.
The speed of the Zhuxian Sword was extremely fast, but there were still traces in the eyes of the half-step Mahayana, and the eyes of the old man narrowed slightly, and an inky black projectile met the Zhuxian Sword.
"Wow" the years are like a tide.
If there is a sound of the years, the rolling of the tide is the sound of the passing of the years, the black dead light and the purple light of the fingers of the flower lightly touched, and the space suddenly tore a narrow gap, as if the years were surging like a tide.
Inside the narrow gap, the black dead light turned into a skeletal grimace, as if it was a copy of Yi Houming, and he opened the mouth of the black hole with a cruel smile and bit it down on his fingers.
The Zhuxian Sword was cut on the inky black projectile, and the sharp blade easily cut the projectile, but the projectile turned into a black glued liquid, flowing silently on the Zhuxian Sword.
At the same time, he shouted softly: "Sealed" The golden sword of the Zhuxian Sword was instantly blocked by the black liquid, and there was no light at all.
Everything was between the lightning and flint, and the four pairs of eyes saw everything clearly, Yi Houming and the old man showed a smile on their faces, one was hideous and terrifying, and the other was confident.
"Bang" "Bang" Two light sounds were so earth-shattering in the silence, a black whirlwind also rushed towards Yi Houming at the same time, and in the light sound, a majestic aura representing the will of heaven surged towards the gap in the years, and the other was a golden arrow slashing through the bright light.
Without fighting to the end, no one can easily say defeat, the two immortal slaves in the merger period finally couldn't bear the loss of spiritual power, Xiaobao cut open the confinement of heaven and earth, and broke the space that imprisoned him.
The power generated by the collapse of space is devastating, Xiaobao understood the battle situation the moment he broke through the space, and his divine consciousness was everything Zhang Xiaohan saw at this time, and a terrifying skeleton was about to devour the power that belonged to Zhang Xiaohan.
Pushing his hands forward, the power of the spatial collapse raged forward, representing the power of providence that instantly swept through the gap of years.
"Poof" The two Merge Stage Immortal Slaves flew out upside down as if they had been hit hard, but no one paid attention to them, and the gap in the years was suddenly eroded by the tyrannical power, and in the blink of an eye, a black hole vortex appeared.
Within the whirlpool, three forces were frozen in it, one was a skeletal grimace, which was devouring in a big mouth in horror, but every bite it swallowed was nothingness, it turned around and wanted to devour the purple light that was also trapped in the whirlpool, but it was obviously close at hand, but it seemed to be far away in the sky, and within this terrible whirlpool, its power was frozen.
The golden arrow slashed through the brilliant light, slowly and extremely quickly piercing towards the sturdy old man, the sharp light of the arrow pointed straight at his chest, dragging out the golden afterimage, so beautiful and dazzling in the violent spiritual power.
One by one, artifacts suddenly appeared in the air, blocking between the golden arrows and their chests, and the arrows easily split the artifacts, chasing the backward figure, and gently submerging into the chest with an incredible face.
Yan Qingshan pushed the Demon Blade Knife and cut at Yi Houming, his imposing face with unsightly teeth and claws, Yi Houming urged the power of the years, it was the weakest moment, Yan Qingshan cut over with the Demon Blade Knife, Yi Houming raised his hand, and the black aura was suddenly swallowed by Yan Qingshan and the Demon Blade Knife, he quickly retreated, throwing out a dazzling spirit rune.
Countless moments formed a flowing picture, and countless moments also changed the battle situation that was thought to be over, neither the old man nor Yi Houming thought that Song Chensha had another immortal weapon, and all they wanted to deal with was the Zhuxian Sword.
The golden arrow of the Zhuxian bow pierced the chest of the old man, and the spiritual power of the old man's whole body rushed towards the arrow, he was powerless to control it at all, and countless images appeared in his mind, and finally fixed at the moment when the heads of the two female cultivators were cut.
A snow-white Yuan Ying broke out of the dantian, carrying a fiery red spear in his arms, and as soon as the Yuan Ying left his body, he teleported towards Yi Houming, and shouted: "Yi Daoyou save me." ” Yi Houming was retreating, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he rolled the old man's primordial baby, and the blazing gaze on the skull fell on the body of the old man, and the body instantly turned into a golden streamer and poured into the golden arrow.
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The dazzling spirit rune exploded, blocking Yan Qingshan and its demon blade knife, but it couldn't stop Yi Houming's gaze at Zhang Xiaohan, Song Chensha, and Xiaobao.
The phantom on Zhang Xiaohan's body was slowly disappearing, her eyes were still a little confused, Song Chensha opened his hand, and the golden arrow flew away like a meteor, Xiaobao's divine beast approached Zhang Xiaohan, and between them, there was the inky black whirlpool.
The three merging stage immortal minions stood up, took out the elixir and swallowed it into his abdomen, and in his sleeve was the primordial infant of the old man, prompting the power of the years, and he was weakening.
He grabbed the old man's Yuan Ying with his backhand, and inadvertently revealed Yuan Ying's face in a panic in the wide black sleeve robe.
The essence in the Yuan Infant poured into his body along the palm of his hand, and the half-step Mahayana brought him more than pure immortal power, and the consumption of the power that stimulated the years began to be replenished, in the cursing and pleading.
The flesh is replenished first, the dry skin is nourished first, it begins to become elastic, and then, under the skin, there is a thin layer of muscle.
The purple phantom receded, and Zhang Xiaohan stood quietly, as if she didn't notice that Yi Houming was absorbing the Yuan Ying of the old man, nor did she notice that after Yi Houming's appearance changed, it was the improvement of cultivation strength.
She just stood quietly, her eyes staring at the black vortex in front of her for a moment, that vortex was obviously only the size of a fingernail, but it contained the power of Yi Houming's years and the power of the Celestial Clan, which she had not yet fully controlled.
Within the sea of knowledge, the eye of heaven fell on the black whirlpool through his eyes, and clearly saw that the whirlpool was a spell-like symbol, such a small whirlpool dense with symbols overlapped, the whirlpool was rotating, the symbols were changing, each rotation brought about a change in the whole, and those spell-like symbols were transforming along the rotating power.
Each symbol seems to herald the end from the moment of birth, and at the same time as the end is born a new spell, and the new spell carries the shadow of the previous one, but it is a new beginning, and then passes away, just for the birth of a new spell.
Zhang Xiaohan watched fascinatedly, and his divine sense quickly calculated, how could there be hundreds of symbols seen by the eye of the sky, and the changes in the spell were calculated in thousands every time.
These thousands of spells appear and disappear, and when they disappear there is a new birth, and the cycle repeats, none of them exactly the same, and each one seems to have similarities.
Song Chensha grabbed the arrow, the arrow turned into a little streamer and sank into his forehead, he stared at Yi Houming, bent his bow and set up an arrow, and a golden arrow was re-formed on the Zhuxian bow.
The dazzling spirit rune exploded, Yan Qingshan churned in the explosion and turned into black smoke and poured into the Demon Blade Knife, the Demon Blade Knife fell straight to the ground, and the entire sword body completely submerged into the ground.
Xiao Bao opened his mouth, and a vigorous breath full of vitality spit out, the air in front of him was shrinking, just a small point, and then expanding, and the surging air rippled like ripples, pushing towards Yi Houming.
The Yuan Ying in Yi Houming's hand no longer has the strength to curse, the flesh and blood on his body look full, and traces of bones can still be seen on his face and body, but compared to the past, he finally looks like a person.
Cultivation began to climb, and the power that controlled everything reappeared, and he suddenly raised his head.
"Years" With a soft shout, two black vortices flew out of his eyes, one towards Song Chensha's golden arrow, and the other towards the void space under the little treasure cloth.
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