In Beidou Continent, it is not uncommon for people with good cultivation to live for two to three hundred years.
People with profound cultivation can even live to be five hundred years old or even a thousand years old.
This creates a problem, that is, power, status, and resources will be occupied by some people for a long time.
The newcomer wants to take a step closer, but the old man refuses to let go, so a conflict arises.
Just like a thousand-year-old tyrant, asking him to wait a hundred years before inheriting the throne is simply a torture for him who is ambitious.
Every once in a while, fierce battles will break out in Beidou Continent, and each battle will cause a large number of casualties. The superficial reason is that the two sides have to fight against each other because of their overwhelming power.
But the reason is deep... haha.
Now, the battle in Yuedu Palace has reached its most critical moment. The mad thousand-year-old tyrant wants to eliminate the second prince who wants to seize the throne.
Xiao Yi didn't want to care at all, but when he was about to leave, he heard the second prince's words, and his heart felt like a storm.
"What?" Xiao Yi turned around suddenly and looked at the second prince who was pleading with Princess Yinyue. The appearance of Brother Long, the fake Zhou Ruo, and the masked man in black kept popping up in his mind.
The loud banging sound continued, and the thousand-year-old tyrant launched a fierce attack, first knocking Jing Yihan away, and then repelling Princess Yinyue. He was unstoppable and attacked the second prince all the way.
The power of the Holy Realm is too strong, and ordinary practitioners cannot even withstand a single blow. In addition, the murderous look of the thousand-year-old tyrant is like an ancient ferocious beast charging at him.
"Save me, save me~" The second prince howled miserably and tried his best to escape.
The strength is not as good as that, and the speed is even worse. No matter where the second prince can escape, he will be caught up by the thousand-year-old tyrant.
Fortunately, Jing Yihan and Princess Yinyue arrived in time and tried their best to intercept the thousand-year-old tyrant.
The three masters fought fiercely, and the waves of energy were overwhelming, directly blowing the unbearable second prince away, leaving him in a miserable state.
The second prince didn't care about his appearance. He got up using his hands and feet and ran away. It was obvious that his desire to survive was not as strong as usual.
But the situation is not optimistic. The second prince can escape for a while, but how long can he survive?
Everyone can see that if the fight continues like this, the Second Prince will be done with it sooner or later, unless a good force is added.
Just when everyone was at a loss, Xiao Yi not only came back, but also took a step forward with a solemn look on his face.
Jiang Qi saw that Xiao Yi's behavior was a bit strange, so he asked: "Brother, what do you want to do? Don't tell me. You want to be impulsive. Don't. You can only take three punches at most and you will be blown up. We can have some self-awareness." ?"
Xiao Yi did not respond. He stretched out his hand and held the Netherworld sword tightly in his hand, his eyes full of fighting spirit.
The second prince cannot die. He may have clues about those bastards, and if he finds those bastards, there will be a way to get back.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Guo, I must use this trick."
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn, and the air seemed to be oppressed by an invisible force, giving people an uncomfortable feeling of being unable to breathe.
Shocking changes began to occur on Xiao Yi's body. There were black holes on the front, back, left and right, releasing strange suction.
"What's happening here?"
Everyone was shocked. Looking at Xiao Yi's expression, it was like looking at a monster.
Everyone felt as if the power and even life force in their bodies was being sucked away, flowing into the black hole around Xiao Yi.
Without the Dao Heart Sutra, all rivers return to the sea.
Xiao Yi asked everyone to blast their power towards him. Don't ask why, there is no time. If you want to save the second prince, hurry up.
Everyone was originally fighting against the suction of the black hole. Now when they heard what Xiao Yi said, they suddenly looked at each other and didn't know what to do.
"Tsk, you were the ones who asked us to save the second prince just now, and you are the ones who are not taking action now, fake or not."
Although Jiang Qi did not support Xiao Yi's doing this, he knew one thing. There must be a reason for Xiao Yi's sudden change of mind.
Good brothers don't need to ask any more questions. Jiang Qi and the Vajra Demon Ape used actions to support them and directed all their power towards Xiao Yi.
The black hole is like a monster dormant in the darkness, easily swallowing up two mortal forces, which is a bit scary.
At the same time, Xiao Yi's momentum surged, and there was a faint tendency to break through to the eighth level of the mortal realm.
Seeing this scene, the sword guards, sword guards, assassin guards and others nodded, and then blasted their power towards Xiao Yi one by one.
The black hole continuously absorbs the power of the mortal realm transported over, and then injects it into Xiao Yi's body, improving Xiao Yi's cultivation. It is like destroying the seedlings and forcibly raising Xiao Yi to the ninth level of the mortal realm.
I saw Xiao Yi drinking lightly, his energy soaring to the sky, full of power, knocking back everyone around him.
"Go to hell, you're so good, brother, what did you learn secretly from me?" Jiang Qi was confused. He and Xiao Yi had known each other for so long, and he didn't know where Xiao Yi learned this skill.
Although Xiao Yi's strength has doubled now, his burden has also increased. His muscles are bulging, his eyes are about to burst, and he feels like he is about to be exploded by external forces.
This is not good for Xiao Yi. The only solution is to get into the battle as soon as possible and consume his power.
At this moment, on the palace battlefield, the thousand-year-old tyrant's imperial fist was too powerful. He blasted away Jing Yihan and Princess Yinyue, beating them until they both vomited blood and fell to the ground. The situation was precarious.
Xiao Yi kicked his foot, and the speed of a thunderbolt exploded. He turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed into the battlefield. The Netherworld sword in his hand was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, striking the thousand-year-old tyrant's forehead from top to bottom.
Purple Gold Sword Technique, the sword reaches the world, the power of the sword can smash everything, and the sharp edge is even filled with thunder and electricity.
The thousand-year-old tyrant relied on the emperor's golden body and did not dodge or evade. He just withstood the sword and punched Xiao Yi hard in turn, sending Xiao Yi flying away.
"Fuck, this is too awesome."
Xiao Yi's body was severely injured, and there was a deep fist mark on his chest. Blood spurted out. He was seriously injured, and he was even more horrified. He felt the power of the Holy Realm personally. It was really too strong.
The Millennium Tyrant had the upper hand and originally wanted to pursue him, but a series of clicking sounds stopped him.
The unbreakable golden body of the Emperor actually cracked a gap, and the golden light dimmed.
Xiao Yi did it, relying on the sharpness of the divine weapon, the speed of a thunderbolt, the sharpness of the Zijin sword, and the perfect combination of various power moves from the Wudao Heart Sutra, he broke the unbreakable golden body of the Emperor.
Everyone couldn't believe it. After a brief shock, they burst into cheers. There was hope, there was hope, and the Millennium Tyrant could be stopped.
The fighting spirit of Jing Yihan and Princess Yinyue was also ignited, and they stood up with all their strength, ready to fight again.
Another blow, Xiao Yi got up, covered the place where he was hit, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at the violent opponent in front of him.
