"I've calculated it. Today is over. I have to practice hard. Damn, I have never been as humiliated as today. Haha, have you imagined that one day you can't move or struggle to die like you are now?"

The eyes of the Rakshasa adventure team darkened at the same time. No, they never thought they would suffer this humiliation one day. This torture was more unacceptable than killing them directly.

"You go away!" Ming Yihan shouted lightly, waved his arm, and a gentle force threw Old Mo and others far away, and met him alone. The blood mist in his body gushed out, forming a dense protective layer on his body.

The wind was dancing, the ink was floating, the clothes were flying and the sleeves were swaying, and two white figures rushed straight into the sky, and the whole sky was trembling.

Everyone looked up at the two white shadows in the sky. Only the afterimages swayed, and the spiritual power waves, white lights and red lights that emerged from each other, causing waves of fearful and fearful spiritual power fluctuations.

The powerful god-level men fought with great momentum, and the loud rumbling sounds shocked everyone.

"Go and kill those people now." After a long time, Old Mo came back to his senses from the attack. The battle in the sky was not something he could understand, and he could only see light and shadow flashing in his eyes, and there was no other way.

Instead of struggling here, it is better to take the opportunity to kill all the remaining spirits, which is probably the only thing they can do at the moment.

"Damn, these bunny guys, don't think that a god is coming and you don't have to die. Humph, I have to chop them into minced meat."

The madman was very upset. In front of the powerful divine level, they could not get any benefits and could not help at all. They could only watch those guys deal with Xiao Yan'er, which made him very unhappy, and this anger naturally transferred to the remaining spirits.

Almost after Mo's old saying, the madman had turned around and rushed towards the group of spirits who were still gloating.

"Let's go, no one can be let go." Old Bai's eyes stern, his face full of killing, and he turned his body to chase after him.

The spiritual power in Brother Song's body suddenly opened up, and the continuous spiritual power gathered towards his right palm, following Mr. Bai.

"Go." Zhiyan explained to Aunt Tang, Xiao Mei'er and others, but she soared into the sky and headed towards the battlefield where Ming Yihan and the powerful Divine Lord fight.

"Be careful, if you really can't do it, go into the space." Yun Mingzhi shouted at Zhiyan's back, his eyes shining with deep worries and tension, and only responded to him was Zhiyan's resolute figure.

Shaking his head, Yun Mingzhi sighed, and the next second he was filled with powerful hostility, his eyes became cold and cold, and he was cold toward the group of spirits.

"What's going on? These people are desperate?" The spiritists were still immersed in their admiration for the powerful Gods, but suddenly found a group of people coming towards them with great momentum, which made them stunned. Then they looked surprised and looked unbelievable.

The powerful Gods are here, and they dare to act rashly. They are the ones that the powerful Gods want to save. They are undoubtedly seeking death when they fight against the powerful Gods. These people's heads are definitely stuck in the door, yes, that must be the case.

"Suck, what are they doing? No, you can't kill us, the powerful God will definitely not let you have a good life. If you kill us, you will die even more miserable." A powerful Grandmaster screamed loudly and shouted at Old Mo and others. These people were simply crazy.

"Swish, is that right? I want to see what the powerful God will do to us if you kill you. Even if you die, you will die in front of us." Old Mo sneered lightly, his silver pupils showed sarcasm and contempt, and said coldly.

"Ha, you guys take yourself too seriously, why didn't I hear the powerful god-level people say they want to save you?" The madman sneered and said nakedly.

"I just heard that he came for the Nine Divine Levels. Are you also a Divine Level?" Brother Song was not willing to fall behind, and his eyes were full of irony.

The spirits instantly changed their complexion, and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads. The words of Mr. Mo and others undoubtedly shattered the last trace of gratitude in their hearts. They naturally knew that they could not get into the eyes of the powerful Gods. The reason why the powerful Gods appeared here was because of the fall of the nine powerful Gods, and it was just a good time to save them.

Therefore, the powerful Divine Lord will never care about whether they are life or death.

"No, it's impossible, you are quibbling." A spiritist face pale and argued hard.

"Swish, I'm really naive, so I'll take you first." Old Mo's silver eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the man indifferently. The silver sword scattered, and the intimidating sword light pierced the man's chest.

There was a muffled sound, blood splattered, and there was no time to struggle. The silver sword slashed hard on the man's chest, and the pain came. His body twitched, and finally rolled his eyes and died directly, only ten seconds later.

"Go to die!" The madman shouted, and the fierce palm wind slapped a spiritist's head hard. With a click, the brain and blood burst out from the man's head, and his head tilted and he died.

"Shit, hiss!" Xiao Jin stared at the spirits with golden eyes, with excitement and excitement in his eyes. These hateful humans were about to bite them to death one by one. He twisted his body and bit his poisonous fangs at the hearts of those people.

"Fufu, Fufu!" Xiao Mei'er looked at these people contemptuously, and her sharp claws thrust hard at one of her chest, and then took out a bloody heart the next second. The original owner of the heart rolled his eyes and died with his eyes open.

"Chirp, chirp..." Xiaoyu flapped his wings, and the strong airflow turned into dozens of sharp sword energy, cutting through the air. With a burst of harsh screams, more than a dozen spirits died instantly.

"Damn it, look, it's so damn exciting." Qi You's eyes lit up and he pointed to the situation there excitedly.

"Haha, kill these good guys, so what if the God Lord is coming? They are still dead. Damn, brothers, let's go too. Damn, instead of dying here with a grievance, it's better to fight a fierce battle." The boy's face was full of excitement, his blood was boiling, and his eyes were full of fighting.

"Let's go, let's go, kill him, kill him without leaving any armor." The young man shouted and rushed forward with his long sword.

Perhaps because they were focused on dealing with Ming Yihan, the pressure emitted by the powerful Divine Lord has been gathered a lot. Without the pressure of the Divine Lord, they can move freely and the spiritual power in their bodies can also operate on their own.

Not only the Rakshasa adventure team, but also the elixirs and medicinal farmers in the fort rushed forward excitedly and fought hard.

The battle between the powerful God Lord and the God King Ming Yihan was as fast as the level of time. Old Mo and others could only see the afterimages, while the Elixir Castle under the sky could only feel the extraordinary momentum and sound.

Zhiyan's eyesight and soul power were extremely powerful. Although her cultivation level was several levels lower than the two, she could clearly see the fight scene.

The powerful Divine Lord released a domineering momentum and slapped Ming Yihan's chest. The situation was critical and thrilling, and Zhiyan was shocked.

However, she knew her strength. If she went up at this time, she would not only not help, but would instead drag Ming Yihan down, which would not be worth the loss. So far, the only thing she could do was to gather energy and catch the powerful Divine Lord off guard.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of her lips. She had bit his ear and said that she wanted to grow up and fight side by side with him. However, when she met a real strong man, she could only watch the battle from the side, and could only be worried and blame herself silently.

This is definitely not what she wants!

The force came, Ming Yihan's body paused, his speed slowed down a little. Under the pressure of the God Lord, his body's flexibility greatly decreased. At this moment, the airflow shot by the God Lord's powerful man accelerated half a minute. Peng, with a dull sound, hit the protective film formed by the blood mist on the surface of his body.

With a click, the blood mist protective film was strongly shaken open a crack and it was still expanding in public. The situation there made Zhiyan feel heartbroken, and the worry in her eyes became even more intense.

Bastard, this hateful old man, when she gathers Yin and Yang eyes, he must die a bad death!

Zhiyan thought viciously in her heart, and her thoughts were activated to speed up the gathering of Yin and Yang eyes. The Yin and Yang energy in her body continued to gather towards her palms, and a ball of silver-white and bright Yin and Yang eyes were swelling at an astonishing speed.

The silver and white colors intertwined, and the two energy streams circling and colliding with each other, gathering fierce and suffocating energy. The entire Yin and Yang eyes are more than twice as big as before, but they are still growing continuously.

Fei Lao floated in the universe, looked up at the situation outside, felt Zhiyan's stubbornness and determination, and sighed deeply.

Others don't know, but he is very clear that it is extremely rare for the Holy Sect to fight against the Divine Level. However, she now wants to challenge the Divine Lord more than level. The distance between them is not a little bit." The young man shouted and rushed forward with his long sword.

Perhaps because they were focused on dealing with Ming Yihan, the pressure emitted by the powerful Divine Lord has been gathered a lot. Without the pressure of the Divine Lord, they can move freely and the spiritual power in their bodies can also operate on their own.

Not only the Rakshasa adventure team, but also the elixirs and medicinal farmers in the fort rushed forward excitedly and fought hard.

The battle between the powerful God Lord and the God King Ming Yihan was as fast as the level of time. Old Mo and others could only see the afterimages, while the Elixir Castle under the sky could only feel the extraordinary momentum and sound.

Zhiyan's eyesight and soul power were extremely powerful. Although her cultivation level was several levels lower than the two, she could clearly see the fight scene.

The powerful Divine Lord released a domineering momentum and slapped Ming Yihan's chest. The situation was critical and thrilling, and Zhiyan was shocked.

However, she knew her strength. If she went up at this time, she would not only not help, but would instead drag Ming Yihan down, which would not be worth the loss. So far, the only thing she could do was to gather energy and catch the powerful Divine Lord off guard.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of her lips. She had bit his ear and said that she wanted to grow up and fight side by side with him. However, when she met a real strong man, she could only watch the battle from the side, and could only be worried and blame herself silently.

This is definitely not what she wants!

The force came, Ming Yihan's body paused, his speed slowed down a little. Under the pressure of the God Lord, his body's flexibility greatly decreased. At this moment, the airflow shot by the God Lord's powerful man accelerated half a minute. Peng, with a dull sound, hit the protective film formed by the blood mist on the surface of his body.

With a click, the blood mist protective film was strongly shaken open a crack and it was still expanding in public. The situation there made Zhiyan feel heartbroken, and the worry in her eyes became even more intense.

Bastard, this hateful old man, when she gathers Yin and Yang eyes, he must die a bad death!

Zhiyan thought viciously in her heart, and her thoughts were activated to speed up the gathering of Yin and Yang eyes. The Yin and Yang energy in her body continued to gather towards her palms, and a ball of silver-white and bright Yin and Yang eyes were swelling at an astonishing speed.

The silver and white colors intertwined, and the two energy streams circling and colliding with each other, gathering fierce and suffocating energy. The entire Yin and Yang eyes are more than twice as big as before, but they are still growing continuously.

Fei Lao floated in the universe, looked up at the situation outside, felt Zhiyan's stubbornness and determination, and sighed deeply.
Chapter completed!