"Boom!"

A big hand formed by heavy black mist appeared out of thin air. It first bounced its fingers towards the mountain and river chessboard seal! The big seal was as if it was struck by lightning, and it suddenly shook. All the mountains and river phantoms rolled back, and the big seal flew out from afar.?           ?

The palm shadow did not stop, and soon passed through hundreds of feet of void and grabbed the thunder beast war puppet!

"Buzz!"

The thunder beast war puppet suddenly stagnated in the air, as if the air around it turned into a sticky swamp, tightly binding its limbs and bones. An invisible force was released from the palm shadow and rushed into the war puppet's body.

A sharp roar sounded, and the Thunder Spirit of the Heavenly Prison was squeezed by millions of tons of force, flapping his wings and turning into a dazzling beam of light and flew out.

"Lei Ling! Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that I could get such a great reward in the little Moro Territory. It's really a gift from me."

A surprise sounded, and an old figure appeared in the void. He was full of wrinkles on his face, hunched over his back, and his two snow-white long eyebrows hung down long and rested on his cheeks.

A black mist flew up from his sleeve, tied to the palm of his hand, and kept pulling Thunder Spirit in his direction.

The Thunder Spirit of the Heavenly Prison roared in panic. If it had been achieved, a warrior like Shoumei Old Man could spray hundreds of them to death in one breath. Unfortunately, although it has great potential, it is now in its infancy and is no match for Shoumei Old Man.

"cut!"

The Daluo secret sword map appeared, and sixteen sword servants appeared in the air. Yang Lie's mysterious robe was ignited, and a bunch of sword energy immediately slashed away. Sigh, the black fog was cut off, and the huge palm shadow lost its support and dissipated quickly.

The Thunder Spirit of the Heavenly Prison was free from his restraint and immediately flew back to Yang Lie's dantian.

"Hey! You can actually cut off my 'innate big grasping hand', you should not be underestimated. It is even more commendable that you are not old and can have the current cultivation and combat power. Your talent is amazing." The old man with Shoumei glanced at Yang Lie in surprise.

"Mr. Yuan, this child has repeatedly opposed my beast alliance and did not take you or take the palace master seriously. This is very disrespectful." Sang Duanhun said quickly.

"Don't make a conclusion. He doesn't know the existence of the Lord Lord. What disrespect can he say?"

The old man who was Shoumei waved his hand and turned to Yang Lie, "You shouldn't know my origin yet. I'm the left elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace! Seeing that you are hiding with these inequality forces, I guess there is no good support. So, you dedicate the thunder spirit just now to me. I will lead you into the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace. No one dares to touch you in this sea of ​​fallen gods in the future."

There are four tower forces in the Lost God Sea, among which the King of Humans are the Shura Hall, the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall, and the Divine Sword Hall. Yang Lie did not expect that he would provoke one of the three halls so soon, and he couldn't help but frown.

Sang Duanhun showed an angry expression, but he didn't dare to say a word. Regardless of Yuan Mingkong's strength, the title of Wanbeast Palace could kill him.

"Oh."

Yang Lie shook his head and chuckled, staring at Yuan Mingkong and said, "You want to get a verbal promise. You are doing a good business. Elder Zuo? He dares to make such a promise as a mere elder, and isn't he afraid of laughing at the big teeth?"

Lei Ling is of great value. Not to mention the elders of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace, even the Lord of the Human King Tower should regard it as a treasure. Therefore, Yuan Mingkong's words really overestimate his influence.

"Do you dare to underestimate me?"

A faint look of shame and anger flashed across Yuan Mingkong's face and shouted loudly, "You have lost a great opportunity, and now you have to pay the price for your arrogance!"

"call!"

His two long eyebrows were automatically blown away, and his snow-white robe all over his body surged like a blow. A strong air surging sound came out and he punched Yang Lie.

Yang Lie's consciousness power quickly distinguished the strength of the enemy and us. Judging from the attack just now, Yuan Mingkong's cultivation should be at the fifth level of the True Mystery Realm! Even if his combat power is slightly better than Sang Duanhun, it is still limited.

Sang Duanhun was completely crushed and defeated by himself before. Knowing this, where did Yuan Mingkong get so confident?

Yang Lie felt a little vigilant in his heart, and the powerful sword energy roared, condensed into a very long chain, and sucked away in anger.

Something strange happened-

The secret sword chain clearly headed straight for the punch, but as it approached, it shifted its direction and rushed ten feet away. It seemed that there was an invisible big hand pulling the secret sword chain.

Yuan Mingkong's punch was not affected at all and continued to attack Yang Lie!

"Um?"

Yang Lie was shocked. Fortunately, he was prepared. He used his illusion to avoid the key points at the critical moment.

Even so, when the fist wind swept over, his waist and ribs were still hurt so much that they were about torn apart!

Damn, what happened just now?

"Hehe, boy, now you know the difference between you and me? I don't want to forcefully take away the Thunder Spirit, causing the loss of the Thunder Spirit's power, which gives you a chance."

Yuan Mingkong laughed, "But you don't know how to cherish it, so I can only kill you first!"

"Too much nonsense, come out for me!"

Suddenly, Yang Lie shouted loudly. The sword servant whirled and whirled, and countless sword energy was transmitted into his palm through the sword formation, and then his right palm pressed hard on the ground.

"Bang!"

A moon exploded, and the sudden increase in light made people's eyes look blind, and even their eyes couldn't help but shed tears.

"Bang bang", Yuan Mingkong punched repeatedly, which offset the attack of the sword light.

Not far away from him, a seal appeared. The thing was translucent, with arms thick as ox tails, and there were as many as a dozen.

However, half of them were cut off by the Yaoyue Sword Light and suspended in the air and kept arching.

"Young Master still thinks it is a powerful trump card that makes you so arrogant. It turns out that it is just such a thing." Yang Lie sneered coldly.

This monster is indeed a bit weird, and he cannot sense its existence at all. In the battle of life and death, it can play an unexpected role.

However, once it is seen through the trace, it completely loses its threat.

"Just just now, just a little appetizer. Since you are eager to die, I will fulfill your wishes! Soul fog!"

Yuan Mingkong was furious and a black bead appeared in the palm of his hand. His mind was injected into it, and layers of mist suddenly surged out. The mist gathered into a group, filling the sky with the whistling sound, wrapping Yang Lie's body.

"Um?"

Yang Lie was shocked. He found that the sword energy could not drive away the light fog. Even if he used the Yaoyue Sword Light, it would at most ensure that it would be about a radius of about a meter.

"boom!"

An alarm suddenly appeared, Yang Lielong's blood spear turned around and stabbed him next to him.

With a bang, Yuan Mingkong was repelled and his cold laughter rang out: "My soul fog can last for half an hour, but I want to see if your sword formation can be continuously displayed?"

Yang Lie frowned gently, surrounded by darkness, only a piece of light near his body. As the power of the Yaoyue sword light gradually dissipated, the bright range narrowed.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

The Dragon Blood Spears attacked one after another, and in just a short moment, both sides hit thousands of shots. If it weren't for Yang Lie's soul's extreme perception, he would have been hit long ago.

But if this continues, the enemy is in darkness and I am in brightness, especially Yuan Mingkong's strength is not weak. If the stalemate continues, the consequences will be unpredictable.

"Now you should know the benefits of a powerful backstage, right? I have a soul magic weapon given by Lord King Tower Lord, how can you be your opponent?"

"I will seriously injure you until you can't resist, and let you watch me take out the thunder spirit, so that you can experience the helpless pain!"

"Maybe, I can try to invite some powerful weapon refiners to refine you into human puppets? Haha, such a genius, I guess I can refine it into a good collectible."

The constant noise of interference sounded, and the buzzing sound seemed to be tens of thousands of flies singing, making people feel restless.

"Noisy! Spread it off for me!"

Boom, a small mountain emerged from Yang Lie's eyebrows and quickly hangs in the air. As soon as it appeared, a magnetic force immediately released and enveloped the front--

Yuan Magnetic Divine Destiny!

One thing descends another object, and wherever Yuanci Mountain passes, the black fog dissipates one after another. In a blink of an eye, a clear passage appeared in front of Yang Lie, revealing Yuan Mingkong's figure.

Following closely behind, the Unswerving Sword stabbed away, and the undercurrent pierced his body.

"What kind of divine destiny is this?"

Yuan Mingkong hurriedly dodged, but he was also seriously injured.

He never expected that Yang Lie had the means to break the soul fog. At this point, no matter what trick he used, the other party could crack it, as if the boy with the mysterious robe had endless trump cards, and he felt afraid of retreating.

"Boy, let me spare your life for the time being!" Yuan Mingkong shook his body and was about to fly into the distance.

Sang Duanhun widened his eyes, and he couldn't believe that the elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace would actually retreat. The key is that he just ran away like this, where is he?

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Yang Lie shook his dragon blood spear, his body shaking, and used the Star Meteor Spear Technique to stab Yuan Mingkong. In this attack, he used a magical body, which was astonishingly fast, and chased after him in a flash.

"Children, you have to keep a thread in life! If you dare to hurt me, the Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts will cut you into pieces!" Yuan Mingkong roared fiercely.

Yang Lie sneered and pierced his gun and said, "You are allowed to kill me, don't you allow me to take action? There is no such rule in the world!"

"Boom."

The spear stabbed under the spear, and the true meaning of martial arts was superimposed, and the extremely sharp murderous intent was tore off, piercing through his back.

"Ah! You dare to kill me, I want to die with you." A stern scream was heard, and a black light could be seen flying out from above his head and rushed into Yang Lie's body.

"Um?"

Yang Lie's eyebrows condensed, and the black light was strongly destructive, and he wanted to shatter his soul. Obviously, this was a soul martial art, and it was quite clever.

However, Yang Lie's soul mind power is already three stars, and this level of attack is destined to be just a joke.

The demon spirit clone in the sea of ​​consciousness rose and swallowed the black light in one mouthful.

There were fierce roars and curses sounded: "Son, Lord Lord of the Palace will avenge me, sure!"

"puff!"

A fog of light appeared on Yang Lie's right arm, and the fog enveloped his arm, and it could not be eliminated...
Chapter completed!