Golden-red light flashed all over her body, and her red dress was instantly covered by red butterflies, lifelike, as if she was ready to fight at any time.
"I, I still have a way, let me go!"
In the Huizhen Treasure House, Yang Yi was a little excited, but he still couldn't break free from the restraints of Suzaku.
"Brother Yang, please calm down. The Demon King has already made his choice. Just concentrate on dealing with Tart Rice and the Ancestor."
Luo Jiao walked to Yang Yi and told Yang Yi Yaoxin's plan in a soft voice.
If you want to use all the divine power of the monsters in the Linglong Tower, you can't use it to deal with Tart Rice now. If you want to deal with Tart Rice, you have to find another way.
And this method is to take Tart Rice to the Seven Realms space and use Tart Rice's weakness of bloodthirsty to kill it. ??
For now, this is the only way to preserve Linglong Pagoda and Yuntianjian.
After finishing speaking, Luo Jiao stayed by Yang Yi's side without speaking. She knew that Yang Yi was still rational and could still listen to some extent.
Yang Yi's eyes were red, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "I know, your idea is indeed very good, but haven't you ever thought about the fact that Senior Yun Qiong is possessed by Yuandao?"
Yaoxin said calmly to Yang Yi, "I have thought about it, but there is no other way. Take him away!"
"Where do you want to go? Everyone"
As he spoke, Tart Rice appeared in front of everyone with the power of disaster all over his body, with a trace of murderous intent on his face, and he looked at several people fiercely.
Unexpectedly, Tart Rice appeared so quickly, and after breaking free from Feng Qi's space constraints, his momentum seemed to be stronger.
"Where's the wind?"
Yang Yi looked at Tartar with red eyes, Tartar glanced at him, "You mean that old woman? She's dead."
"you!"
Yang Yi's eyes immediately Turning red, he instantly used his weapon and headed towards Tartar, but Suzaku knocked him out hard and everyone protected him behind him.
"Now, where else can you run to?"
Tartar slowly walked towards the crowd, then sneered, "You all, go to hell!"
The weapon in his hand instantly enlarged and moved fiercely towards Yang Yi and his party, with an extremely cold momentum.
Tart meal was already red-eyed, and at this time he wanted to kill several people no matter what.
Seeing everyone gritting their teeth and persisting, a burst of gray mist suddenly filled the sky. Then, several figures slowly appeared. The person at the head seemed to have a majestic momentum. He just raised his hand gently and then
Defeated Tartar's attack.
"God of Ebony? You are still alive?"
Tartar's face suddenly changed, and then he said coldly, "You are such an old man. It seems that the ancestor has not been able to do anything to you."
As Tartar said, he withdrew his energy and seemed ready to leave at any time.
I didn't expect that the Ebony God would appear here. He was the real ancient god, and his power was simply not enough to compete with the Ebony God.
After all, he is only infinitely close to the godhead. The last second he was still messing with people's lives and deaths, now he has to put his tail between his legs and become a human being.
"Your sin will be judged by me and you will die."
The face of the Ebony God was finally revealed in front of everyone's eyes, and the aura around him was sacred and pure, which was able to smooth away all the anxiety and uneasiness in people's hearts.
Raising his hand slightly, the weapon belonging to Tartar instantly broke into pieces and disappeared between heaven and earth.
After Tatzu vomited several mouthfuls of blood, he knew that he was no match, so he sneered, "The ancestor will not let you go!"
"You will all die in his hands!"
After Tartar finished speaking, he quickly ran away into the distance. He knew that he was no match for the Ebony God.
If he stays here any longer, he will definitely die.
However, the God of Ebony did not intend to let him go just like that. With a slight turn of his hand, the weapon that had disappeared suddenly appeared in his hand again. He aimed it in the direction of the tart and threw it lightly.
With a "boom", Tart Rice died under the nine heavens.
The moment Tartar died, the power of disaster that originally slaughtered the eight realms disappeared without a trace.
"If there is an afterlife, I"
And Tart Rice itself was like a black mist, finally dissipating between heaven and earth.
"Yang Yi, go ahead and accomplish what you want!"
As the God of Ebony spoke, he walked towards Yang Yi who was surrounded by everyone. At the same time, there were many invincible strongmen of the Ebony clan beside Yang Yi.
Yang Yi glanced at the God of Ebony, and then smiled slightly.
"God of Ebony, long time no see."
"Long time no see."
The God of Ebony looked at Yang Yi, and then two gray light balls slowly appeared in his hand.
"This is something your father left for you in the Eight Realms. You can take it. I think this thing will be useful to you."
That thing was nothing else, it was the soul fragment that Yang Yi had been looking for. When Yang Yi heard this, he nodded slightly, and then reached out to take it.
"Have you suffered a lot in the nine realms of space?"
Yang Yi and Wu Muzhi The god can be regarded as an old friend from the past. He once heard a little about the experience of the Ebony God when he was in the lower world.
The God of Ebony smiled faintly, "It doesn't matter, besides, that girl Lingran is also in the Nine Realms now, and all of us place our hopes on you."
"Killing Yuandao has been my goal for the entirety of my life, even for nine lifetimes."
Yang Yi's expression was very serious. He had been reincarnated for nine whole lives to reach his current height. Now he was only one boundary away from Yuandao. Soon, it was time for the real decisive battle.
"Absorb it first, then go find him."
Yang Yi nodded slowly, then sat cross-legged and began to absorb the fragments of his soul.
The moment he absorbed it, memories rushed into Yang Yi's mind like a revolving lantern.
For a moment, Yang Yi felt like he had a splitting headache and closed his eyes tightly, constantly impacting his realm.
He broke through directly from the late stage of the Divine Realm to the peak of the Divine Realm. However, it did not stop and was even gradually climbing.
"Is he going to break through?"
Yao Guang looked at Yao Xin, who pursed her lips and remained silent.
"He can't break through now."
Suzaku shook his head, "Although there is only one layer between this realm and that realm, the gap is like a chasm."
"This gap cannot be bridged overnight, but his current strength is on par with Fengqi Immortal Lord, so he can still protect himself."
Hearing this, everyone felt relieved. Yang Yi was the weakest among them before, but now that he has risen, there is no need to worry them anymore.
Two days later, Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes. After absorbing the memories of two lifetimes, he gained more useful memories, and his whole person seemed to become calmer.