Yu Qian's prediction was indeed correct.
The sword array collapsed, and Bai Yi's spiritual power was very little.
However, when his flying sword came closer, Bai Yi was already using his full power to defeat the sky, and Ru Mo's Wisteria Sword was in full swing.
Bai Yi drew a black light in his hand, and used his own power to force Yu Qian's flying sword away.
At the exit of the transformation realm, the whirlpool of sand and dust was spinning 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 Moa was already held by Bai Yi. in hand.
With a fierce wave of the war spirit flag, a dark wind suddenly rose at the exit of the transformation realm.
The broken war spirits stepped out from the spirit flag and lined up around Bai Yi.
Countless war spirits appeared, bringing out a heavier evil spirit.
Under the protection of the war spirits, the coir raincoat on Bai Yi's body had lost its blood color, and the black and purple coir raincoat became as black as ink.
When they saw Bai Yi's black coir raincoat, all the monks staying in the transformation realm had their hearts skipping a beat, and then there was an inexplicable fear from the bottom of their hearts, especially the nearest Yu Qian, the Nanzhao man.
The commander-in-chief could even smell a strong smell of blood.
In that bloody aura, there was even a heavy murderous intent.
Two hours had passed.
After frightening the Nanzhao monks with his war spirits, Bai Yi no longer took action, but looked at Yu Qian indifferently, turned around and walked into the vortex of sand and dust.
Behind him, countless war spirits were silent.
Wuxi followed, and when the last fighting spirit 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 show, muttered with waning interest at this time: "This transformation is really not in vain.
This good show is worth a hundred thousand spirit stones.
I can trap and kill thousands of cultivators with a sword array." , It’s really wonderful, Bai Yi.
I’d better stay away from this monster in the future.”
After muttering a few words, Mu Wu stood up, waved his hand, and shouted: "Children of the Mu family, leave the realm of transformation."
When the Mu family moved, the Lei family also moved.
Then came the impatient casual cultivators, and the people from the Hanyu Sect also began to rush towards the exit of the transformation realm.
Two hours had passed, and the space at the exit of the transformation realm must have become more unstable.
At this time, there were no magic weapons or magic treasures to protect them. body, almost no one can pass through the exit alive.
The casual cultivators seemed to be the most unlucky.
Although they earned some spiritual stones from selling rock marrow crystals in the transformation realm, most of their flying swords were sucked away by the sword cages and then arranged into sword formations.
At this time, there were basically few casual cultivators who still had flying swords.
Rushing to the exit, a casual cultivator suddenly discovered that after the sword array collapsed, even though most of the flying swords were reduced to debris, there were still many flying swords left that could barely be used.
As long as there is a flying sword, the casual cultivators will not miss it.
Even if the flying sword is broken, it will be good if it can be used for a while, as long as it can keep them out of the transformation state.
As long as it doesn't get crushed into powder by those tiny space cracks.
Almost everyone who came to the exit of the Transformation Realm found a broken flying sword.
Some disciples of the sect who lost their flying swords also found many magical weapons that could barely be activated among the debris on the ground.
With these magical weapons, those low-level monks who could not reach the golden elixir also left.
The grasp of the environment.
Looking at Bai Yi's figure disappearing into the whirlpool, Lu Xichen suddenly remembered Bai Yi wearing ice armor when he was in Hanyu Sect.
Looking at the determined back, she couldn't help but murmur to herself: "Is that spiritual vein very important to you?"
In the passage, there are blurred and rapidly flying spaces on both sides, and tiny cracks constantly appear in the passage leading to the exit of the Transformation Realm.
If you accidentally hit those space cracks, even the monks in the Golden Core realm will be scratched with wounds that cannot be healed.
The already unstable space has become even more unstable now that the ten-day deadline has expired.
Especially the powerful aura of the Golden Core cultivator will make the space cracks in this passage even more violent.
Bai Yi's steps were neither hasty nor slow, stepping into the passage step by step.
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The Wisteria Sword was suspended beside him, and bursts of black light flashed, resisting the erosion of the space cracks for its owner.
Moa and the war spirits have been put away, and Bai Yi is gradually walking out of the transformation realm alone.
The green bamboo raincoat on his body has turned into pitch black, and it looks like a cheap garment worn by ordinary people.
Like a coir raincoat.
It's just that the bloody aura on the coir raincoat is as strong as a thick fog that cannot be dissolved, always lingering around Bai Yi.
In one trip to the Transformation Realm, Bai Yi killed three thousand cultivators in Nanzhao alone.
Hundreds of people from the Lei family also died in the sword formation.
The more than two thousand disciples of the Qisha Sect who entered the Transformation Realm this time, even more They were all killed by Bai Yi.
Together, these people numbered six thousand.
Not to mention those cultivators in the foundation-building realm, this time Bai Yi killed more than twenty golden elixir masters in the transformation realm.
If one golden elixir is equivalent to more than a hundred foundation-building monks, twenty golden elixirs are equivalent to about three thousand foundation-building monks.
Adding the previous six thousand, the blood raincoat on Bai Yi's body has almost absorbed nearly three thousand foundation-building monks.
The bloody evil spirit of thousands of monks.
Kill a hundred people and the green bamboo raincoat will turn red.
Kill a thousand people and the coir raincoat will turn purple.
If you kill ten thousand people, the coir raincoat will no longer be red, but as black as ink.
Under the Crying Blood Cliff, the leaders of the various forces all focused their attention on the Cangyun Sect's team.
The heads of the major sects looked at Li Wenfeng with a hint of doubt and unkindness.
Later, even with the The face of Hanyu Sect Master, who was allied with Cangyun, also began to darken.
It has been two hours.
Except for Cangyun disciples who have left the transformation realm, none of the disciples from other sects have come out.
Facing the unkind looks from all the major sect masters, Li Wenfeng also felt bitter in his heart.
He didn't know why only Cangyun disciples came out of the transformation realm on time, and none of the monks from other sects came out.
After questioning Zhao Heng, a disciple of the Punishment Hall who had emerged from the Transformation Realm, in detail, Li Wenfeng frowned and remained silent.
He had never heard of the name Bai Yi, and Li Wenfeng didn't think that a monk who had just broken through the golden elixir could single-handedly block tens of thousands of cultivators from other sects.
However, as a disciple of the Punishment Hall, Zhao Heng would definitely not be there.
Talking nonsense in front of the sect leader.
"Bai Yi" Li Wenfeng kept chanting this name in his heart.
No matter how much he thought about it, he could not figure out who this Cangyun disciple named Bai Yi was.
As time goes by, two hours have passed in the ten-day period.
At this time, everyone has acquiesced in Cangyun Sect's qualification for the final victory.
The strong men of each sect are just waiting for the disciples of their respective sects.
Return.
At the entrance to the transformation realm in the cave, a black light flashed in the already dim light door.
Two hours later, a figure finally appeared in the cave.
At this time, the thin raindrops gradually began to lick the blood demon around the blood cliff.
The fog dispersed.
At some point, a light rain started to fall in the sky, and then it became heavier and heavier.
When the slightly thin figure walked out of the cave, the heavy rain was already pouring.
The heavy rain covered up the hustle and bustle under the Crying Blood Cliff.
Under the eyes of more than half of the strong men in Qingzhou, a pair of black raincoats that had never appeared in the battle for spiritual veins gradually merged into the rain curtain, and the big raindrops hit the ink-like top.
There was no ticking sound on the bamboo hat, as if there was a layer of abyss made of blood on top of the raincoat.
When the black-blood raincoat walked out of the cave, an inaudible whisper slowly came from Bai Yi's mouth.
"Cang Yun, win
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