Boom boom boom boom!

Seeing a thunder dragon unable to eradicate Ying Ziye.

The formation was running wildly, and the thunder dragons swam in the void, and they rushed towards him again.

Among the Thunder Dragon!

Ying Ziye's figure is towering, standing among the mountains.

As he stepped a little, he soared into the air, his aura condensed, and his whole body seemed to turn into a long sword.

No matter how hard the thunder dragon comes, you can easily kill it!

The fire roared, and dozens of fires rushed down at the same time, turning Ying Ziye's body into a huge sea of ​​fire in a radius of several miles.

I don't know how many people were affected and died tragically.

However, the raging fire could not touch his body at all, and even his robe could not burn!

The powerful true energy formed a mysterious black shield, engraved with mysterious Taoist patterns, and the spiritual light flowed to isolate everything.

"Thunder Dragon Fire cannot stop him from taking any steps!"

Zhang Liang's face looked ugly.

People from various schools of thought were even more terrifying.

This person is too strong!

Faced with such a celestial attack, it was completely unscathed!

The formation triggers the celestial phenomena, thunder dragons, strong winds, heavy rain, ice and snow, and fire all come to kill them.

Most of the power of the entire formation poured towards Ying Ziye.

"Oh!"

"How dare you compete with the bright moon for the light of the firefly!"

Ying Ziye drinks coldly!

The sleeves were swung, and a hurricane whirlpool transformed by a huge sword energy swallowed all the celestial phenomena and killing techniques.

Bang!

A loud bang.

Thunder, lightning, wind and snow all over the sky dissipated.

The five colors of divine lights rise, the spiritual lights intertwined, and were completely destroyed.

"It's so scary!"

Even the moon god couldn't help but exclaim.

Shao Siming looked at the towering figure of Xuanhei Brocade Robe with beautiful eyes, and his eyes were touched, and a trace of turmoil appeared in his heart, which was as calm as water.

The three peasant masters widened their eyes and couldn't help but open their mouths.

The Six Swordsman's eyes were bright, staring at the figure like an emperor in the sky, and then took a step back, giving up fighting with Fu Nian, Yan Lu and the other two, and they all set out their swords and killed him.

"Stop him from entering the Soul-Devouring Prison!"

True said out loud.

They cannot enter first, so they must not let others enter first!

"Oh!"

Seeing this, Ying Ziye laughed in disdain and slapped out his palm.

A huge palm print appeared in the void, and the palm print pattern was clearly visible. The Xuanhei Divine Flower was dark and deep, devouring everything.

In an instant, the attack of the Six Sword Slaves was completely destroyed.

Even the Xuanhei Giant Palm carried an extremely violent divine spiritual light, instantly swallowing them.

Puff puff puff!

The Six Swordsman's mouth gushed blood and was suppressed by Ying Ziye's palm.

Fu Nian and Yan Lu witnessed this scene. At close range, their robes were swayed by the huge black palms, and their bodies could not stop shaking.

"Suppress the Six Sword Slaves with one palm!"

The various major forces present were in an uproar.

The farmer originally wanted to stop it, but when he saw this scene, he stopped immediately.

"We must stop the figure of the Xuanhei Brocade Robe, otherwise he will inevitably break into the Soul-Devouring Prison!"

Gai Nie and Xiaoyaozi looked at each other, wanting to separate one person to block it.

But Wei Zhuang saw through their plans and the offensive increased greatly, dragging the two of them.

At the same time, Ying Ziye laughed loudly and sang: "I have been advancing and retreating like a storm of wind, looking at the world of talents; I am alone facing the sky with a cold sword, why should I be ashamed of a hero..."

The momentum is magnificent and the voice is loud, resounding between heaven and earth!

Everyone present looked ashen.

He didn't take the heaven seriously and dared to slash his sword.

And the heroes of the world are not taken seriously!

This is not arrogant, but domineering confidence!

In an instant, everyone was shocked and moved by it, and there was a hint of admiration in Shao Siming's beautiful eyes.

There are many more like her, and the female disciples of various major forces in various schools of thought were involuntarily looking at the figure in the darkness.

Like the emperor! Like the king!

Ying Ziye's voice resounded and said majestic: "Without my permission, no one can get close to the East China Sea Soul-Devouring Prison!"

Even what he said to Yuan Tiangang and Jian Jiu, it was also announced to all the forces of the various schools of thought!

Zhang Liang still wanted to fight all the power of the formation to attack him, but in a moment, Ying Ziye's figure had disappeared and appeared in front of the gate of the Soul-Devouring Prison.

"Stop him!!!"

Zhang Liang and others looked anxious!

Just as they were about to rush forward, Yuan Tiangang, Jian Jiu, and bad people all came out!

"If you want to step forward, you must step through our bodies!"

For a moment, a murderous aura burst out from Yuan Tiangang and others in an instant.

All the schools of thought and heroes in the world change their faces!

...

Ying Ziye, who had appeared in the East China Sea, did not pay much attention to what was behind him.

There are bad people, Jian Jiu and others here, which is enough to stop them!

Ying Ziye did not stop and walked into it directly.

The moment the figure stepped into the Soul-Devouring Prison, the thick blood came to his nose.

The walls of the passage on both sides are mottled with black and red blood, and the thick and depressing atmosphere makes it difficult to breathe.

A stone door blocked the way ahead.

Ying Ziye moved his true energy and invisible force raised and rotated a jade stone next to the stone gate.

The buzzing sounded and the stone door opened.

Step deeper into it, and it is a downward staircase.

Ying Ziye's footsteps were silent, looking at everything around him with an admirational look.

In front is a stone platform, which hangs high in the air.

And in front of the stone platform and on both sides, there are countless stone chambers!

The upper and lower parts are arranged neatly on the mountain walls, densely packed, as many as tens of thousands.

The walls and floors of the stone cell, and even the fences are painted with mysterious runes, extremely mysterious, with divine beauty flowing and brilliant spirit.

The entire Soul-Devouring Prison was shrouded in huge formations, leaving the prisoner imprisoned forever and unable to escape.

As soon as Ying Ziye appeared on the stone platform, he felt at least no less than thousands of auras locking himself in an instant.

Each breath is extremely powerful, cold, crazy, twisted, and vicious!

It can be seen how bloodthirsty these prisoners are!

Don't wait for them to say anything.

Ying Ziye looked down at the entire prison, smiled faintly, and slowly pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword.

Flowers, plants, trees, sun, moon, stars, farming and farming.
To be continued...