After taking a look at the Chaos Armor that was being automatically repaired on the ground, Yan Lingyu felt grateful!
Without Chaos Armor, maybe he wouldn't be there. Before the promotion, not to mention dozens or hundreds of attacks, even a few attacks would be enough to kill him.
Although it only takes less than ten seconds, in just these ten seconds, Yan Lingyu bought time, and success or failure lies in these ten seconds.
Yan Lingyu thought for a flash and put the Chaos Armor into his body. He looked at his body covered in blood, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. In an instant, a magic trick began to rain heavily in the sky, and heavy rain kept pouring on his body.
The blood also fell off with the rain.
Heavy rain kept dripping on Yan Lingyu, slowly washing his body, survived the disaster, and successfully advanced to the cultivation level of Chaos Earth Lord. He should have been thankful for his happiness, but he was not happy at this time. The mysterious man is like a living
Bombs may explode at any time.
Washing the blood on his body and changing into clean clothes, Yan Lingyu did not stop, and teleported to the space tunnel and directly entered the space tunnel.
In the Chaos Realm, in a private cave, the mysterious man was walking back and forth anxiously.
Of course, what he was afraid of was not Yan Lingyu's revenge. In his eyes, Yan Lingyu was strong, no matter how good his qualifications were, he had a high attack. After all, his cultivation was only level three, and his defense and speed were never at level six.
A level expert may be confused by his consciousness. How could a small third-level person survive?
What he was afraid of was not Yan Lingyu, but the power behind him. What could he do if he had good qualifications? He still had to die at his hands.
In his heart, Yan Lingyu is not to be cherished by death. He is afraid of what clues Yan Lingyu left behind, and he will have no place to gain a foothold in the Chaos Realm.
Of course, he could use his sixth-level cultivation to break through the void and go to the lower realm, so of course he would have paid a considerable price, otherwise he would not be so anxious.
While the mysterious man was worried, Yan Lingyu had already left the underworld, and the gods appeared in the holy world without knowing it.
What surprised Yan Lingyu was that the original forbidden friction barrier had disappeared, and the prehistoric continent and the Hunyuan continent were also with each other. The sea clan who always regarded humans as food and enemies could already escape from the sea water, and also with
Humans form an alliance to jointly resist the huge undead army.
In the holy world now, there are corpses everywhere, and they are all from the undead tribe! Why are there no practitioners? In the eyes of the undead tribe, the human race is just food. The delicious human flesh and the holy infant that can increase the corpse energy are impossible.
Of course, there is no way to see the corpse of the practitioner.
From these potholes and lots of undead corpses everywhere, you can see the fierceness of the battle.
"The power of corpse, the power of holy spirit, and the power of law, there are masters fighting." Yan Lingyu murmured to himself as he looked at his southeast.
Of course, he stood on the side of the practitioner's side of the practitioner. With a free show, Yan Lingyu could not miss it. His words were still floating in the sky, and his figure had disappeared from the spot.
In the void, Yan Lingyu looked at the fighting practitioners and the undead tribe. The cultivation of the practitioners is the second-level saint of the law, while the undead tribe is the golden zombie with six transformations of cultivation. The cultivation of the two is the same, and they are fighting.
Difficult to solve.
One is far attack and the other is close attack. The practitioner constantly relies on the power of the law to keep a distance from the six-turn golden zombies, and the six-turn golden zombies also constantly rely on the roar and sprint of their racial skills to break the distance between the two.
Looking at the attack between the two, Yan Lingyu frowned slightly. If this continues, the practitioner will definitely lose. If the practitioner is given enough time to issue the laws, he will definitely defeat the six-turn golden zombies, but the golden zombies are relying on them.
He is tough and strong in skin and flesh to resist the attack of the practitioner, and he is unwilling to give in at all. If this continues, the practitioner will be approached by the six-turn golden zombies if he is not careful.
The physical defense and explosive power of the golden zombie are not comparable to those half-baked demon cultivators. Even the true body of the demon clan is far inferior. As long as he is allowed to get close to him, ordinary practitioners will be torn to pieces in an instant, of course, like
It is another matter for Yan Lingyu to be a pervert who practices both soul and body.
Obviously, the practitioner also took this into consideration. While using the wind-based laws to increase the speed, he also used the wind-based laws to slow down the speed of the six-turn golden zombies.
Although the attack of the practitioner was not very strong in Yan Lingyu's eyes, it was enough to kill ordinary human practitioners. However, when it fell on the six-turn golden zombie, it only left a tiny scar.
Every time he is attacked, the six-turn golden zombie will roar once, not in pain, but in anger, and he wants to tear the human practitioner in front of him.
In more than ten minutes, the two had fought tens of thousands of times. The six-turn golden zombie had countless scars on its body, and the green blood fell one by one, looking extremely miserable!
Compared to the tragic situation of the six-turn golden zombie, practitioners of the Wind-type law are much better. Although they are so embarrassed that they are chased, they are not injured at all. While they are embarrassed, they also show a proud look on their faces.
"Ao! Uh!" The six-turn golden zombie let out a bullying scream and fell down unwillingly.
Seeing the undead tribe with the same level of cultivation being killed by himself, the wind-type practitioner also relaxed. In fact, it was not easy for him to live at all. The holy spirit power in his body was also gone for eight or nine out of ten, and the consumption was too great.
Compared to the wind-type practitioner, Yan Lingyu shook his head secretly because he discovered something that the wind-type practitioner had not discovered.
"Roar!" The six-turn golden zombie, who was determined to be dead, suddenly roared loudly, and her body sprinted at the same time. In an instant, the depth of the wind-type practitioner appeared, a fox smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and a cunning expression appeared in her eyes.
"This is impossible." The instant burst made the wind practitioners not even able to respond, and had to look in front of them with desperate eyes.
"Ah!" The wind-type practitioner exclaimed, not because he was torn apart, but because he was frightened by an uninvited guest.
Of course, this uninvited guest is Yan Lingyu. Although the second-level saint of the Wind-System Law in front of him has nothing to do with him, he is also a part of his efforts for the cultivation world. Whether it is a human, a demon, or a part of the cultivation world, no matter whether it is a person or a demon, or a part of the cultivation world.
It is private, public, and Yan Lingyu can be saved.
Yan Lingyu's appearance method is very simple. In order not to be astonished by the world, he took out an innate spiritual treasure from the Chaos War Ring and split the six-turn golden zombie in half with one sword.
If there was no one, Yan Lingyu's appearance method would probably be much simpler. Although the undead tribe is not easy to kill, as long as he breaks his defense and breaks the crystal core in his body, he will die. With Yan Lingyu's current physical strength,