The strength is no match for the magic weapon.

It's really frustrating to lose.

But what this Nascent Soul cultivator never thought was that if he didn't use the protective weapon, he wouldn't be able to kill Li Yi. The sea of ​​fire transformed by the inner fire energy would be enough to bury him.

"Your magic weapon is not as good as mine, but you didn't kill me with your sins? Are you still blaming me? It's really outrageous. You immortal cultivators are naturally thick-skinned." Li Yi said with a cold face: "Don't bark here, be good.

Fu Zhu."

The power of his Black Yellow Seal exploded again.

The protective treasure of the Nascent Soul cultivator was shattered into pieces together with the entire flying boat. Without the protective treasure, he was immediately engulfed by the sea of ​​fire, unable to resist, and finally died screaming in agony.

Li Yi didn't even deliberately keep the other party's treasures and storage items.

Such insidious and dangerous Nascent Soul cultivators must be treated with caution, and they must not be merciful just for the sake of small gains, lest they lead to catastrophic disaster.

After taking care of the airship, he looked left and right, but could no longer find an enemy.

Even the sound of artillery fire in the sky has almost stopped.

It seemed that almost all the immortal cultivators in this group had been killed, and the other party's backstage seemed to have given up on the idea of ​​rescuing them. From the beginning to the end, no strong person was seen crossing the border.

In this way, the preparations of the two masters Xuan Yuezi and Xanthurium were in vain.

"In terms of courage, the cultivators of the Xuanxian Continent are simply not as good as the warriors from all over the world. They are so powerful, but if they feel weak, they don't dare to cross the border to fight. They all shrink back." Li Yi thought to himself.

But that’s fine too.
Chapter completed!