The time-traveling villain wants to escape from Feng Aotian's Shura Field

Heaven and Earth Body... Damn it, how could I have forgotten that this guy also knows how to use his external body skills?!

However, Qin Yangjun no longer had the energy to stop him, and Feng Ya was unable to even fly because she had overdrawn her strength.

So Qin Yangjun and Feng Ya could only watch as You Huan's clone rushed into the sky.

At this time, the ninth level of thunder tribulation had already begun to take shape, and a giant blood-colored sword condensed in the blood-colored sky.

Scarlet lightning intertwined with the blood sword like giant dragons circling around it. The terrifying power contained in it was so powerful that it would cause stinging in the eyes even if one looked at it from a distance.

This is the final catastrophe of life and death.

And Youhuan's clone also crashed into the clouds of heavenly calamity without fear. As a black light flashed, endless black air spread.

You Huan, who was originally resisting Qin Yangjun, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath instantly weakened.

Qin Yangjun knew that this kid had directly disbanded his clone in order to increase the power of the heavenly tribulation.

Qin Yangjun also took this opportunity to force him back with a palm.

And with the incorporation of Youhuan's power, a few wisps of black air appeared on the blood sword that was originally entangled with murderous power, and its already terrifying power increased again.

At the same time, at the center of the formation on the east side, a monk wearing armor and surrounded by blood-colored spiritual power laughed loudly.

"Haha, His Highness succeeded, and my mission is also accomplished. Goodbye, Blood Hibiscus!"

After saying that, Blood Shura turned into a streak of blood light and disappeared into the sky.

At this time, Xie Qin's face looked very ugly. When she was about to turn around, she saw a bloody spear stabbing towards her.

"Asshole! Next time I see you I will grind you to dust!!!"

“Damn it! Damn it!! Damn it!!”

Seeing the power of the heavenly calamity increasing.

Qin Yangjun cursed a few times, raised his hand, and the Ghost Bell appeared in Qin Yangjun's hand.

However, at this moment, Ming's voice suddenly sounded.

"I am a weapon of the most yin element. If I were in my most victorious period, I would be able to block this thunderbolt. But now, it will be useless even if you throw me over there."

It was like a bucket of cold water poured on Qin Yangjun's head, and it also made him feel pain in his heart.

Because Ming is right.

However, at the moment when Qin Yangjun was stunned, the blood sword that symbolized the judgment of heaven and earth suddenly fell.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The extreme energy explosion set off a frenzy that was even more terrifying than before, and the red lightning roared in the air with murderous power.

The world seemed to have lost its color at this moment.

Even though they were fifty miles away, those monks in the air were also affected.

Someone reacted and used their spiritual power to resist in advance.

However, their spiritual power was extinguished the moment it came into contact with the aftermath, and they were blown away by the energy...

After a dozen breaths, the energy dissipated.

In an instant, everything within a radius of forty miles disappeared, turning into a scorched earth, with no living creatures left.

The group of women watching the battle from a distance held up a protective shield.

At a distance of seventy miles, the remaining power of the calamity was no longer so terrifying, so they easily blocked the aftermath.

At this time, a woman spoke faintly:

"With such a terrifying power, Mu Xianxian is probably dead or alive. We are witnessing the fall of a legend. What a pity..."

The woman's tone was full of regret. They had no hatred against the Yu Qian Sect, so they would not have any thoughts of gloating over other people's misfortune.

After all, they are ascetics. If they have the opportunity, they may embark on such a path, and this may also be their final outcome.

Therefore, when seeing such a scene, it is inevitable to feel grief for the loss of the rabbit.

Chapter 60: Clearing the Clouds and Seeing the Sun

However, after just a moment of gloom, the group of people adjusted themselves, their eyes gradually became sharp, and they turned their gazes towards the direction of the battlefield.

"Saint..."

However, the leading girl raised her hand and signaled to wait a little longer.

The people nearby were getting a little anxious.

"Saint girl, don't forget the instructions of the Holy Lord!"

"I know."

Ming Luoying's tone was unusually calm, and as soon as Luo Mingying finished speaking.

Above the scorched earth, a red beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky, and a golden sun shone brightly in the sky, emitting overwhelming pressure.

This couldn't help but make the woman's face change slightly.

"She...she actually succeeded?!"

Luo Mingying couldn't help but look at the woman who had asked him to take action before, and the woman lowered her head.

Luo Mingying calmly withdrew her gaze.

But my mind was slightly moved.

This Mu Xianxian is really amazing. I almost had the idea of ​​taking action. Fortunately, fortunately...

At the same time, after seeing the golden sun, Xie Qin's expression gradually relaxed. She breathed a sigh of relief and murmured.

"I knew you could..."

But then, she turned her gaze to the direction where Blood Shura disappeared, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in her eyes.

"Shura Palace! Today's events will not be forgotten!"

And the disciples of Yuqian Sect cheered.

They all knew what this sun meant.

And the moment he saw the sun rising, Qin Yangjun also breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Erhuang's voice sounded faintly.

"It seems that the feather you gave her has worked. Her aura already contains a hint of the Way of Fire and a hint of the Way of Killing. The two ways are combined. Hmm... her talent is just passable... It should only be a matter of time before she ascends to the upper realms."

Hearing Erhuang's words, Qin Yangjun couldn't help but feel lucky that he had met Helian Yao on Prisoner Island, and even got the Phoenix Down Feather from Helian Yao...

Fortunately...I really have to thank that guy.

But then Erhuang changed the subject.

"But... the newly added power still had an impact on Mu Xianxian. She must have been seriously injured now..."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Qin Yangjun would have wild thoughts, Erhuang added that no one's life would be harmed.

This also made Qin Yangjun's heart, which had been hanging in the air, calm down again.

He just hoped that next time, Erhuang could finish his words in one breath.

After seeing the red sun, Feng Ya felt much more relaxed, feeling that her efforts were not in vain.

But soon, her expression became serious again and she turned to look at Qin Yangjun in mid-air.

She had to find this person and ask him how he knew that she was carrying a magical treasure, even his name.

She had told everyone about the existence of the Hunyuan Liangyi Formation Plate.

Feng Ya took out a pill, prepared to recover and go to Qin Yangjun to ask for clarification. The next second, a pitch-black dragon snake suddenly rushed out from the ground and bit Qin Yangjun in mid-air.

Feng Ya's pupils shrank.

"careful!"

As Feng Ya's voice fell, the Ghost Bell in Qin Yangjun's hand burst out with a ray of light.

The black energy protected his body and directly killed the dragon snake that attacked Qin Yangjun.

In the dark, Youhuan couldn't help but be shocked and felt very upset.

This kid actually has a back-up plan...

At this moment, his face was terribly gloomy. He realized that he had really underestimated Mu Xianxian's strength.

He originally thought that Mu Xianxian was dead, but he didn't expect that this life and death calamity that had increased by nearly doubled could not kill her.

His master said that if he failed, he should evacuate immediately.

But he really didn't want to accept this, as he clearly had the chance to kill a legend at his hands.

If this kid hadn't stopped him, he would have had enough time to make arrangements, and the calamity of life and death would definitely not have been increased by only twice.

He would never use his clone to self-destruct, which is a stupid way to hurt the enemy by a thousand but hurt yourself by eight hundred.

But what can he do? The situation is hopeless now. Mu Xianxian has already made a breakthrough. If he stays here any longer, and waits for Mu Xianxian to recover, he will probably die here.

Thinking of this, he looked at Qin Yangjun in mid-air.

"Mr. Qin Yang!! Our competition has just begun!"

With a cold snort, Youhuan turned around, but the moment he turned around, a colorful divine light burst out from above his head.

A scroll suddenly opened in the sky, and four roars sounded from the scroll.

This made Youhuan's heart tremble, and he couldn't help but look up. He saw a golden scroll.

The scroll depicts a dragon, a phoenix, a tiger and a turtle, all vivid and lifelike.

You Huan's pupils shrank and he took a breath of cold air.

"Four Holy Rivers Luotu!!!"

You Huan didn't hesitate at all, and immediately turned into a black light and tried to escape, but the dragon and phoenix in the scroll suddenly flew out and attacked him.

The phoenix flapped its wings, flames spread, and the blue dragon spewed out a huge flood. Due to the self-detonation of his clone, he suffered great damage and his escape speed was reduced a lot. He avoided the flames but not the water column and was hit down by it.

As he fell, the black turtle stepped on the ground and a force of gravity suddenly descended, pressing him in place. The white tiger roared and pounced towards You Huan.

You Huan roared, and a beam of light shot up into the sky from his brows. Then he broke free from the constraints of gravity and started fighting with the white tiger.

The remaining three beasts also rushed towards him.

At the same time, outside the light of the scroll, girls in golden dresses appeared one by one, and then they rushed towards You Huan with weapons in hand without saying a word.

Although You Huan was a cultivator who was undergoing tribulation, he was seriously injured and suppressed by the scroll. Even if these people were only at the early stage of Mahayana cultivation, You Huan was no match for them.

Gradually, scars began to appear on Youhuan's body.

This scene startled Feng Ya. She didn't expect that there was someone waiting in the dark to take action.

However, judging from the situation, these people should be targeting people from Shura Palace.

Qin Yangjun narrowed his eyes and looked at the painting in the sky.

The Four Saints Heluotu...are they from the Floating Light Holy Land...

Qin Yangjun briefly recalled the plot.

The Holy Lord of the Floating Light Holy Land is a two-faced person. He is now taking action against You Huan, probably because he sees that his sister has made a breakthrough. If his sister had not made a breakthrough, they would have been the ones to be attacked by the Four Saints Heluotu.

But it was precisely because of the action taken by the Floating Light Holy Land that an extremely crazy idea was born in Qin Yangjun's heart.

In the book, Youhuan is a huge trouble.

From the lower realm to the upper realm, he has been trying to trick the protagonists, and he even took away many opportunities from them.

Although he finally got these opportunities, the process was extremely tortuous.

And now, the one he must remember is me, and the one he is looking for is definitely me.

Now, due to the self-destruction of his outer body, his cultivation level has plummeted and he is no longer able to use the life-threatening money.

At this moment, he was trapped by the Four Saints He Luotu again. The Four Saints He Luotu was an immortal weapon after all, so it was not easy for him to break free.

Qin Yangjun knew that he still had ways to save his life, but since he couldn't use the life-threatening money, the Four Saints Heluotu would definitely be able to seriously injure him.