"What the hell is this?" The man in black yelled in shock and anger, waving his long sword, black spiritual power surged out, and strange purple patterns appeared on the sword. , he finally fully activated the power of the spiritual weapon to its extreme.
"Reaper's Scythe."
He raised his sword, and the black mist condensed into a ragged shadow of the God of Death above his head, and then quickly slashed down. The shadow of the God of Death stepped into the void, and swung the huge sickle, hitting the flying dragon scales.
The imaginary collision sound was not heard, the dragon scales passed directly through the shadow of death like a void existence, and continued to shoot at the man in black.
He swung his sword, and when the dragon scales hit the long sword, the huge force almost made him unable to steady his body. He tried his best to dodge, but those dragon scales drew an arc in the air and continued to attack.
Dang dang dang, the man in black kept swinging his sword, and each dragon scale carried huge power, which made his arm hurt.
He kept flying back, sending out dozens of sword rays, but those dragon scales also passed through the sword rays.
"What the hell is this?" The man in black split a dragon scale with his sword, his expression ugly, "Can you only resist it with a physical weapon?"
"Scythe of Death, kill him for me."
While fighting against the dragon scale, he waved his hand and gave orders. The phantom of the god of death turned its head blankly and looked at Han Yi in the air. He stepped forward and appeared in front of Han Yi across a hundred meters of space, and the giant scythe struck down.
The sickle was twenty meters long, and when it struck down, it aroused so much energy that the space around Han Yi seemed to be frozen, making it impossible for him to dodge.
The dragon wings behind him closed together, and the Death Scythe slashed at him. Sparks flashed, and Han Yi fell from the sky and rose again.
"The Death Scythe, inspired by spiritual general stage monks, is really different. It can actually fight on its own."
Han Yi whispered, and the Thunder Sky Sword once again condensed countless flashing arcs, and he thrust out with one sword.
"Destroy the battle with one move."
A hundred meters huge sword light shot out, like a silver light across the sky, hitting Death's giant scythe, and was defeated in an instant. Han Yi flapped his wings, appeared behind Death's phantom, and slashed down with his sword.
"The second form breaks the mystery."
The nearly 200-meter sword light fell from the sky, like a meteor coming to the world, and hit the shadow of the God of Death fiercely. The Shadow of Death used a giant scythe to block it, and fell towards the earth. With a bang, the earth instantly cracked, and a huge sword mark penetrated it. The ground is bottomless.
Boom boom boom...
Han Yi flew to the big pit, and his eyes of insight could no longer see the energy aura of the Death God's shadow.
"He's next." He looked at the man in black in the distance, and the dragon scales that had just been activated by the dragon wings were once again completed.
Phew, Han Yi flew into the sky, the huge membrane wings blocked the light, and the man in black felt his eyes darken, and then heard the sound of the air tearing, and hundreds of dragon scales enveloped him.
"Asshole." The man in black yelled angrily. After stimulating Li, he could be regarded as a true Lingzong monk, but to be suppressed to such an extent by a monk in the early stage of Lingzong was simply a shame. The huge anger even made him unconscious. By now, Han Yi had broken away from the shackles of the earth and was standing in the sky.
Boom, black mist poured out continuously from the body of the man in black, and the mist wrapped around his body, looking like tentacles.
"Devil Spirit Technique, Demon Spirit Devouring the Body."
The moment the words fell, those tentacle-like black mist screamed happily, opened their mouths, and bit into the black-clothed body. The blood quickly turned into blood mist and melted into the demon spirit. As the demon spirit began to manipulate its own blood,
Devouring it, the energy aura emanating from the body in black was greatly enhanced, and it soon broke through the barrier of the spirit general stage.
"Demon Shadow Thorn, go to hell."
The man in black raised his hand and pointed, and a blurred shadow disappeared in a flash. Han Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, and a terrible sense of crisis hit his brain. Before he could react, a black spike suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, piercing his chest.
brain.
"Oops." Xiaoyou secretly said in his arms, and he jumped out instantly. Purple light beams shot out from his eyes and the demonic shadow thorns collided with each other. The two attacks disappeared silently, as if they had never appeared.
Han Yi broke out in a cold sweat. If Xiaoyou had been slower to react, he would probably have explained it here.
"Ah..." The scream of the man in black came from the other side, but it was him who launched Demonic Body Devour in order to attack Han Yi, which put him in a weak state and could no longer resist the attack of dragon scales. In an instant,
It was torn into pieces and no bones remained.
Seeing the death of the man in black, Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground. The dragon wings on his back collapsed into evil spirits and penetrated into his body. What he didn't know was that the skin on his back was stimulated by the evil spirits turning into wings, leaving a picture
Tattoo of black dragon wings.
Hey, after Xiao You landed, he shot into the depths of the thick fog. At the end of Wangshan Gorge, an old man in black looked at Xiao You who appeared in front of him and frowned.
"Old guy, are you committing suicide, or do you want me to do it?" Xiaoyou suddenly spoke, his black pupils filled with purple light, looking evil and evil.
The old man's face changed drastically and he was instantly frightened.
"You are a level five monster, how is this possible?"
"Well, it seems that you don't want to commit suicide, so I'll do it."
A layer of purple light flowed from Xiao You's body, and his body grew to a size of several meters. The terrifying momentum that instantly burst out oppressed the old man in black. Whoosh, two rays of purple light shot out from its eyes, and came to the old man's eyes in a flash.
Naturally, the old man would not sit still and wait for death. A layer of black flames rose up from his body, the demonic magic arts were running crazily, ridges spread out from his forehead, and his eyes were completely black.
Black flames suddenly rose, and purple light shot through the flames. The old man looked down at his chest, and blood spurted out from the two blood holes. He had already used the Demonic Spirit Art with all his strength, and even activated Li, but he still could not stop Xiao You.
A blow.
"Is this level five monster powerful?"
The color of the old man's frightened face faded, and then he collapsed to the ground. At this moment, in the shadow of a corner, Mei Kui looked at the dead old man and the leaving Xiao You, his face under the hood was full of disbelief. That fox
It turned out to be a level five monster. How is this possible?
The pale Han Yi raised his head and looked towards the end of Wangshan Gorge with a gloomy expression. Just now, he sensed a terrifying aura, which was definitely an existence at the peak level of the Spiritual General.
Whoa, Xiaoyou suddenly swept out of the thick fog, ran into his arms, then crawled into his clothes and continued to sleep.
"It seems that guy has been dealt with." Han Yi looked at Xiao You who came back and fell asleep, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Demonic beasts don't seem to grow so fast, right? A question arises in Han Yi's mind. It has only been two years since he and Xiaoyou met, but Xiaoyou has already advanced from a first-level demonic beast to a fourth-level demonic beast.
The extent and speed are simply not in line with common sense.
Keeping this question in his heart, Han Yi turned around and joined the Qin family's battle group. Soon, the men in black were shot to death by everyone, and more than half of the Qin family's guards were killed and wounded, and many of his direct descendants were also killed.
After reorganizing, the group started walking again. The thick fog gradually dissipated, revealing the endless plain that penetrated from the end of Wangshan Gorge.
"Brother Han, thanks to you this time, otherwise our Qin family would have been wiped out, and that thing would not have been saved." Qin Yu and Han Yi rode off.
"You don't need to thank me, this is just my mission. But I'm fine. What is the thing we escorted?"
"That thing is actually a spiritual stone, but of a higher level." Qin Yu lowered his voice.
"I still have a question. With your Qin family's background, you should have room for a ring, so why do you still use a carriage to transport spiritual stones?"
"Brother Han, the Qin family certainly has space to receive rings, but they are of the lowest level. There is not much space in the ten square meters. In addition, only by making a big splash will we attract those people just now. As a family
My disciple’s trial stone. That thing would make even the Spirit King monks’ hearts flutter, but it’s not with us.”
Qin Yu said with a smile.
"I see." Han Yi couldn't help but be surprised. It seems that it is not unreasonable for the Qin family to have such a foundation. Being able to train and train the next generation in this way means that the person in power is not the kind of person who only values blood. In this case
, Qin Yu probably has a great chance of inheriting the Qin family. In the battle just now, the strength he showed was much stronger than Qin Mulin.
But this is normal. Qin Yu once practiced in Ling Mansion, and the spiritual arts and skills he learned are naturally stronger than those inherited by the Qin family.
Not long after, Han Yi and others crossed the plain and came to Huayun City. Looking from a distance, there were dozens of white-clothed disciples waiting outside Huayun City. The leader was wearing a gray robe and was nearly seventy years old.
It seems that this person is the elder responsible for garrisoning Huayun City.
The motorcade stopped in front of the elder in gray. Qin Yu got off his horse and greeted him with fists in his hands.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Elder Zhao, but I'm here to greet the students."
"Xiaoyu, there is no need to be too polite. The Qin family and Lingfu have cooperated for many years, so this etiquette is still expected." Elder Zhao waved his hand and said with a smile.
Han Yi also came forward at this time and cupped his fists slightly.
"Disciple Han Yi, I have met Elder Zhao."
"Han Yi." Elder Zhao's expression changed after hearing this, and he looked at Han Yi a few times, "You are Han Yi, the direct disciple of the Lord of the Palace."
"Exactly."
Qin Yu and Elder Zhao were shocked at the same time. They knew what Han Yi's identity meant. It was not only talent, but also status. With the guidance of the master of the palace, Han Yi would definitely be able to break through the spirit general stage in less than five years.
, he will definitely be able to reach the peak of the Spiritual General within ten years, and maybe he will be able to aspire to be the Spiritual King in a few decades.
When the rest of the Qin family heard the conversation between the three, their expressions changed drastically. Qin Mulin and Qin Yuxi even turned pale. They had ridiculed Han Yi many times when they were in the Qin family, and even thought about attacking Han Yi.
Kill the opponent. At this moment, he suddenly heard that Han Yi
Their identities were so frightened that their minds went blank. If Han Yi held a grudge and took revenge on them in the future, they would really have no ability to resist. Decades later, Qin Shan, the head of the Qin family, and Qin Tiandi, the grand elder of the Qin family, would not be able to protect them.