"The Spirit Source Sect of Dayan City, the Dark View Gate of Tiger Stone City, and the City Lord's Mansion of the Flower Capital...You are really a big show."

Zhao Yi's complexion was dusted, and there were at least a dozen forces who came to squat them. Three of them were headed by them, all led by powerful gods!

"Huh! Stop talking nonsense. Before that, hand over your card first. Maybe you can still have a whole body!"

Lingyuanzong brought a large number of masters and kept approaching Zhao Yi. Since entering the tomb of the king of gods, their team has lost half of their money.

The dark scene gate on the side and the city lord of the Coriander Flower City silently blocked the retreat of the Zhao Yi brothers and sisters, and shot at any time.

"It's so lingering!"

Zhao Yi frowned. Faced with the strength of these containments, even if he was confident, he felt a heavy sense of oppression at this time.

"Do it! Don't let them run away!"

As if not to give Zhao Yi any time to breathe, a shout resounded, and the strength of the three heads shot at the same time quite tacitly. The fierce offensive swept over in an instant.

"Sister, run! Go to the tomb!"

Zhao Yi's expression condensed, and the soles of his feet suddenly stomped on the ground, and the secretly arranged formations ran wildly, with layers of shields. It was shrouded in Zhao Qin.

"In this way... I can shoot without reservation!"

Zhao Yi pushed Zhao Qin out of the encirclement, and he was completely dead. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but a touch of relief appeared on his face.

"Hmph! Death is approaching, and I'm still doing all these useless work!"

Everyone sneered, their goal was not Zhao Qin. With everyone's joint efforts, easily broke through the defense of the formation and came straight to Zhao Yi.

"laugh!"

The strong man who thought that the peak of the gods was the fastest, a long sword stabbed Zhao Yi mercilessly, with red blood. It is constantly flowing from the wound.

"Hey... are you just this capable?"

However, in the face of this deadly attack, Zhao Yi suddenly raised his head, with a hint of mockery from the corners of his mouth.

"Not good. It's been calculated! Everyone quickly withdraw!"

He who often licked blood at the edge of the knife seemed to realize that something was wrong and wanted to withdraw and retreat, only to find that Zhao Yi's palm was like a pair of pliers, firmly restraining him.

"I want to leave now? It's too late!"

Zhao Yi sneered, his voice fell off. The whole body's momentum changed suddenly, with waves of terror. It is constantly flowing on the surface of the body, like a layer of burning flame.

"Now. Let you witness the results of my cultivation in the past three months!"

Zhao Yi shouted, although he didn't want to use this trick, but in the current situation, there is no way for him to hide it!

"Mie Shen Jue, the second finger, withered wood!"

Zhao Yi stretched out his middle finger, with a sense of contempt. Press down hard.

Zhao Yi's **** was actually covered with the outline of dead wood, which seemed extremely old and fragile, but it was this moment. Unspeakable sharpness and barrenness are brewing.

"In the mid-term of a god-man...how can it be possible to have this power!"

The pierced **** was too fast to see its shadow. The god-man standing in front of Zhao Yi's eyes looked vaguely at the moment his chest was penetrated, and his face was full of horror and incredible.

"dead!"

Zhao Yi's arm pierced through the gods abruptly, his **** seemed to have absorbed nutrients and turned into a light green divine power, with unabated energy, shooting a way forward!

Wherever you go, it seems that even the air can be annihilated!