Although you kill first and then grab the treasure, if you can grab such a treasure as soon as possible, it would be a great thing?

At the moment when the monk collapsed, Liang Xiaoke directly sprayed three mouthfuls of essence and blood the size of a sea bowl, and almost fainted.

These two clones are all clones transformed from his own soul and his own essence and blood. They have one-third of his soul and power. Now that they are destroyed, their soul will naturally be damaged. This is thanks to his failure to divide the origin of the soul. Otherwise, this clone will be destroyed, which will be enough to erase his body together.

Seeing that the two of them had already rushed out, the other few people knew that they would not have a good chance of going there again, so they continued to attack Liang Xiaoke.

The Taoist holding the gold bricks naturally could not withstand the attacks of so many masters. He just persisted in breathing for several times and his body was broken, and the gold bricks in his hand naturally fell into Hua Wuhui's hands.

Seeing that the gold bricks were taken, the other people rushed towards Liang Xiaoke and Gongsun Lu again. However, perhaps because Gongsun Lu had no magic weapon in her hand, they did not have much attack on her except to sweep her out.

At this time, Liang Xiaoke was already depressed, and the power in his body disappeared two-thirds, and his realm even retreated to the twelfth level of the Corpse Emperor. His soul was also severely damaged. How could he be the opponent of these people?

Just as everyone and Liang Xiaoke fought, Feng Yan sat cross-legged on the lonely peak tens of thousands of miles away. The jade pendant on his chest continued to emit green light, and the wind Yuanli around him rushed towards the jade pendant wildly.

His brows were tightly frowned. Logically speaking, Ye Jingyu should be torn to pieces by various storms inside the jade pendant as soon as possible, but why hasn't he died after so long? Moreover, the Feng Yuanli in the jade pendant is getting less and less.

Could it be that he was absorbing Feng Yuanli from the jade pendant? When he thought of this, Feng Yan's face changed.

"I don't believe I can't kill you!" He snorted coldly, bite the tip of his tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He even slashed in the void with one hand, and handprints hit the jade pendant directly. He immediately saw the jade pendant once again burst into bright green light, and several green dragon shadows were faintly flashing...

In the jade pendant, Ye Jingyu was desperately absorbing the strong wind energy that was about to form a substance. When the breath of Zhurong and Hanba suddenly appeared in his mind, a feeling of uneasiness appeared in his heart.

Originally, he thought that this jade pendant was a magic weapon of space. Although it formed a space inside, it could not escape the void where he was. However, when Hanba and Zhurong appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, he understood that this jade pendant not only formed a space, but also a self-interface, and was a world that had no connection with the interface where he was.

Without Zhurong and Hanba, no one knew what the seven masters of the Guhua Continent would do? Even Ye Jingyu asked Hanba to use the Blood Curse to control the Blood Sea Wuya.

He wanted to go out at that time, but no matter how hard he tried, it would be difficult to break this space. Instead, Zhu Rong told him that this is a world of wind, and unless his own power is stronger than this world, it is impossible to break this interface.

As a last resort, he could only try his best to absorb the wind energy, improve his cultivation on the one hand, and reduce the power of this sky on the other hand.

He was almost desperate, and his speed of absorbing wind energy was even faster than that, but there were too many wind energy in this world. As his wind pill was slowly formed, his speed of absorption was getting slower and slower.

Just as he was about to produce the Wind Pill, he suddenly felt that the powerful wind was even more powerful, and even his body could not support it, and he felt like he was torn apart.

Moreover, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger, and the power of the strong wind is constantly increasing.

"No, I will not be able to support this sooner or later!" Ye Jingyu was shocked. Could it be that he was really going to die here, right?

"Hurry up, sacrifice the formation!" Suddenly, the cry of Hanba came from the sea of ​​consciousness. Ye Jingyu dared not hesitate and directly sacrificed the Twelve Heavenly Witch Expiration Formation. Although the formation was broken by the self-destruction of the puppets and its power decreased a lot, it was a large formation after all, which was much stronger than Ye Jingyu himself.

In an instant, the power of the strong winds became much smaller, but when he heard the whistling sound of the wind and felt countless wind blades slashing on the formation, Ye Jingyu also understood that this formation might not last too long.

His body was suspended in the air and continued to desperately absorb the Feng Yuanli that rushed in. He had to seize all his time to practice.

Soon, as the wind energy continued to condense, a green golden elixir slowly formed in the Fengzhi Point at the bottom of his left foot. As the Fengzhi Point took shape, he saw green light shining on his body, and strong winds appeared in front of him, but were torn to pieces by the galloping wind blade.

He immediately smashed the little bit of confidence that Ye Jingyu had finally won. Could it be that after he formed the Wind Cave, he still couldn't fight against the strong wind power in this space?

At this moment, a phantom stepped out of the formation. His fingers kept twitching, and strange talismans continued to appear. He saw the surroundings gather towards him at full speed.

"My good brother, don't worry, one day Wu is here, these Feng Yuanli will be his tonic?" The charming voice of Hanba sounded in Ye Jingyu's ears, and her wonderful body appeared beside Ye Jingyu, putting one hand on Ye Jingyu's shoulder. Even at this time, she did not forget to seduce Ye Jingyu.

Tian Wu? The ancient wind god Tian Wu? The legendary Feng Botian Wu? Ye Jingyu was ecstatic. He really didn't expect that there was this person in the twelve heavenly witch extermination formation. Since this ancestor who controlled the wind was here, what else was he worried about?

He did not avoid the tempting body of Drought Ba. While adjusting the newly formed Wind Pill in his body, he watched the phantom slowly take shape. As the power of wind continued to pour in, Tian Wu's body gradually became clear. It was a huge figure with eight orcs faces and ten tails of tigers. When he saw Tian Wu's body change from blur to clear, from illusion to entity, Ye Jingyu's face had a faint smile. This time he not only condensed the Wind Pill, but also condensed his cultivation to the middle level of the celestial immortal, but also condensed Feng Botian Wu. How much will his combat power be improved?

But before his smile could be completely bloomed, it completely solidified there, just because of Feng Bo's words...

"No, the wind energy here is too strong. With my current strength, I can't completely control it. Sorry..."
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