Chapter 154 Ziyin's Anger

"How dare you kill the younger generation of my Yuwen family? Today, I will refine your soul and extract your spirit. You will forever bear the burning pain of my 'Yanyang Leihuo'."

A sturdy and majestic old man with tough features, a burly figure, and wearing a fiery red python robe, slowly walked towards Yang Che from the sky step by step.

Yang Che couldn't move, and beads of sweat kept oozing out of his forehead.

He stared at the burly and majestic old man, and the sense of danger in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything at all.

He couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't mobilize any magic power.

He couldn't even communicate with Tianxie Ziyin through telepathy.

It was terrible.

After entering the world of immortal cultivation for almost 20 years, Yang Che had never encountered such a strange and terrible thing as today.

This majestic old man in a fiery red python robe seemed to have locked all his senses, making him unable to do anything.

The majestic old man came closer and closer, looking at Yang Che with a cold gaze, as if looking at a cold corpse.

When he was still a hundred feet away from Yang Che, the old man suddenly pointed lightly, and a ball of silver-white flame suddenly rushed out and rushed straight to Yang Che.

Wherever this flame passed, even the space seemed to be burned, forming a strange collapse, and it was even faster than teleportation, and it enveloped Yang Che in an instant.

Deep in Yang Che's mind, he immediately felt an unprecedented sharp pain.

In an instant, he felt as if his head was about to explode, as if something wanted to be peeled off from the depths of his soul.

He wanted to scream in pain, but he found that he couldn't scream at all.

It's over!

This was the only thought that popped into Yang Che's mind when he was about to faint.

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly resounded in his mind, which made Yang Che shudder and regain consciousness.

Then Yang Che sensed that Tianxie Ziyin was possessed.

An extremely powerful and terrifying aura burst out from Yang Che's body.

The Nine Hearts Thunder Flame also surged out crazily, and began to devour the flames that the old man cast on him.

The majestic old man's pupils shrank suddenly, full of shock.

"It turns out that someone is backing you up. No wonder you dare to ignore my words and kill my junior."

The old man looked gloomy, and as he spoke, he clenched his hands.

A thunderous explosion sounded.

On a sunny day, a silver thunder appeared out of thin air and struck Yang Che head-on.

With a "boom", Yang Che was struck directly.

Indescribable pain came over him, and countless cracks quickly appeared all over his body.

However, at this time, Yang Che was also shocked to find that his body, which was about to be shattered, was moving backwards rapidly.

At the moment when the crack at the entrance of the realm battlefield was completely closed, his figure suddenly flashed back and retreated back to the realm battlefield.

At this moment, Yang Che suddenly saw countless thunderbolts dancing like a group of snakes, and then turned into ripples of water, drilling into the narrow crack.

Then, the entrance crack was completely closed.

Yang Che relaxed a little and fainted...

The sea surface was empty again.

In the air, a majestic old man in a fiery red python robe looked extremely gloomy.

The powerful pressure released from him made all the cultivators present silent, and no one dared to speak.

In front of so many young cultivators, a foundation-building cultivator who was originally in his hands actually escaped from his hands and returned to the realm battlefield.

Although the old man knew in his heart that the foundation-building cultivator had a very powerful soul, how could others see it with insufficient cultivation.

The realm battlefield is opened once every five hundred years.

The old man simply did not have the patience to wait another five hundred years.

He turned his head to look at the envoy of Xuanwu Realm, and said coldly: "Lie Qing, come here."

Lie Qing, who looked middle-aged and had the cultivation of the middle stage of Yuanying, immediately showed a bitter face, but still came to the majestic old man very respectfully, bowed and said: "Lie Qing greets Uncle Yuwen. I wonder what Uncle has to say?"

The old man said: "Take out your 'Po Kong Mirror' and let me use it."

Lie Qing immediately said in embarrassment: "Uncle Yuwen, you are making things difficult for me. This 'Po Kong Realm' is just a replica of a spiritual treasure. The entrance crack of this realm battlefield cannot be opened before the time is up, even with the Po Kong Mirror."

The old man glared at Lie Qing and snorted: "Don't talk nonsense. Take it out when I tell you to."

Lie Qing was glared at by the old man, and his body trembled slightly, his heart beat violently, so he quickly took out the 'Po Kong Mirror' and handed it to the majestic old man respectfully.

The sturdy and majestic old man poured his magic power directly into the small mirror in his hand, and then pointed the mirror at the location of the crack at the entrance of the previous boundary battlefield on the sea surface.

Dazzling rays of light sprayed out from the mirror, but unfortunately everything on the sea surface was normal, and the narrow entrance crack of the boundary battlefield did not appear.

The old man's expression became more and more gloomy.

Gradually, a ferocious and crazy look appeared on his face.

He suddenly sat cross-legged in the air, and still pointed the Sky-breaking Mirror at the location of the entrance crack of the previous boundary battlefield.

Then he took out several strange talismans and threw them at the sea surface.

Suddenly, several strange talismans formed a strange narrow straight line, and the light flashed and connected together, which coincided with the crack position of the previous boundary battlefield without any error.

The Xuanwu boundary envoy Lie Qing next to him saw it and his expression changed immediately.

This Uncle Master Yuwen Yang is indeed a ‘madman’ as rumored. He actually spent so many precious ‘array symbols’ and seemed to want to forcefully bombard the boundary battlefield.

“Let’s go, everyone leave here quickly, let’s go.”

Lie Qing roared and quickly led everyone here to leave in a hurry.

But the speed was still a little slow after all.

The old man had already started to forcefully bombard the space where the array symbol was located, and his face showed more and more madness.

The thunderous sound that shook the low-level disciples who had not flown far away immediately made them spit blood and look terrified.

Then one by one, they forced themselves to endure the severe pain and flew away from here with all their strength.

The majestic old man Yuwen Yang, regardless of anything, kept bombarding...

In the boundary battlefield.

Yang Che had already woken up faintly.

There was still a tingling pain in his head, but fortunately he felt that his soul was normal.

Suddenly, his expression changed and he immediately entered the illusory magic stone space.

Tianxie Ziyin was sitting under the Spirit Eye Tree with a listless look, and her body seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

"Ziyin, are you okay?"

Yang Che asked with concern.

"Do you think I look okay?"

Tianxie Ziyin said coldly.

Yang Che stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Yang Che, I really don't want to take action, I really don't want to take action. For a moment, I really hope that you, this bug, will be killed. If you die, everything will be quiet. At most, I will find another blood covenant person again."

Tianxie Ziyin was talking, and suddenly she became a little excited: "Why am I so unlucky? I have a blood covenant with you, a troubled person? If this goes on, I will not say when I can recover, I am afraid that I will die before you can form a pill."

After speaking, Tianxie Ziyin glared at Yang Che, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate.

Yang Che just stood there, motionless.

Tianxie Ziyin's angry outburst touched Yang Che's heart.

Somehow, looking at Ziyin's weak appearance, Yang Che felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

At this moment, he was extremely eager to have a powerful cultivation.

Never before had this thought been so strong that it made him tremble all over.