Immortal fate

After listening to the two women's words, Li Yi's face was also solemn, and he said: "Okay, I understand, thank you two Taoist friends for your help.

Please suppress the opponent's golden broken sword, otherwise, my formation may be broken at any time."

"Okay, no problem." The two women also agreed readily.

After that, the broken silver bell and the broken stone mirror also shot towards the distance, emitting amazing power, blocking the golden broken sword, and the two sides collided fiercely in the air.

The golden broken sword was stopped, and the endless blood sea around it was greatly reduced. It rushed up again, constantly colliding with the black domain, eroding the black domain.

Especially the blood dragon transformed by Xue Tian, ​​exuding amazing power, carrying a large number of blood demons, constantly suppressing the domain, and relying on the blood sea demon killing formation, the power of the boundless blood sea, suppressed the domain.

Li Yi was extremely happy and said, "Xuetian, you did a good job. Suppress his domain for me. Don't let him run away."

Then, two figures appeared on Li Yi again and began to arrange the formations separately. This move surprised the Eighth Prince and the two women. The two women frowned. They didn't understand why Li Yi was still arranging the formations now. Isn't it too late?

The Eighth Prince in the distance looked very unhappy. He didn't expect that this formation was so difficult to suppress his sea of ​​blood. He felt a little aggrieved. He looked at the Xuantian holy weapon of the two women, which also blocked his golden broken sword. A bad premonition quietly spread in his heart.

Looking at the blood dragon in the distance, his body flashed with light, and a green spear and a blue sword also came out and strangled Xuetian, trying to strangle Xuetian.

At this time, Li Yi sneered, raised his hand, and flew out the Eight Desolate Dragon Cauldron and the Sea Covering Hammer, intercepting the two treasures. They were both top-level Tongtian Lingbao, and they collided fiercely.

A moment later, Li Yi's two clones had finished setting up the formation. A yellow light flashed above the entire blood sea formation, and yellow sand appeared all over the sky. It was the Nine Bends Yellow Sand Formation.

Endless yellow sand, together with the blood sea, wrapped the black domain. These yellow sands did not look strange at all, as if they were harmless to humans and animals.

However, these yellow sands could actually spread to the black domain. The appearance of this scene made everyone more confused. They all didn't know what Li Yi was going to do.

Li Yi sneered, pointed with one hand, and the yellow formation, an eight-sided golden bowl, appeared in the air. After the golden bowl appeared, it shot out golden light all over the sky and rushed towards the Eighth Prince.

The Eighth Prince's face changed drastically. He was about to dodge, but the golden light had already penetrated his domain and rushed into his body.

The area in front of him, as well as the defensive magic treasures, including the inner armor in his body, all had no resistance at all.

The face of the Eighth Prince turned pale in an instant. The golden light was so strange that he had no way to resist it.

He hurriedly began to check his body, but the golden light disappeared after entering his body. He himself was not aware of it at all, which made him very confused. He immediately looked up at Li Yi.

However, the next moment, the aura on his body was a vibration, and his mana and divine thoughts began to riot. The cultivation that had been stable for many years actually began to dissipate.

"Your divine light can actually weaken my cultivation." The Eighth Prince exclaimed.

In his heart, there were turbulent waves. His cultivation, which had been stable for many years, could actually be broken up. How could he not be shocked, especially at such a critical moment.

The two women in the distance were also shocked. Looking at the yellow formation, they had already guessed what formation it was, and they couldn't help but step back a few steps.

This time, the Huangsha formation that Li Yi arranged was not a fake, but a complete formation made by purchasing a lot of materials in the Baoguang Palace. With the Tongtian Lingbao-level Filthy Spirit Golden Bowl, even the cultivators at the peak of the Refining Void Realm suffered a great loss.

As the cultivation level dissipated, the domain in front of the Eighth Prince was constantly trembling, as if it would soon lose control, and it was becoming more and more difficult to drive the golden broken sword in the distance. He now completely relied on the powerful power of divine thoughts to forcibly control them and prevent them from losing control.

Seeing this, Li Yi's mouth curled up with a hint of sneer. He first took out a large amount of divine thought recovery pills from his body and took them.

Then, his God and Demon Eyes quickly unfolded, and countless divine thoughts formed a black long sword, emitting a strong sword intent, and the God Devouring Sky Fire and the Burning Sky Black Flame on it were also shining.

Li Yi pointed with one hand and said, "Cut."

The sword flashed, and the magical power formed by the divine thought shot towards the Eighth Prince in the distance, and chopped down his head.

At this time, a golden dragon flew out from the head of the Eighth Prince, roared to the sky, and spit out a white bead from its mouth, blocking the sword.

"Dang."

With a crisp sound, a terrifying divine thought wave continued to spread around, and Li Yi's face turned pale.

The golden dragon was the soul of the Eighth Prince, but the white bead, who knew what kind of treasure it was, could actually block his fatal sword.

Li Yi's face turned cold, and he quickly cast a spell. The empty flying sword suddenly dispersed and turned into a black and white millstone, which was the Yin-Yang Mill. It turned rapidly and emitted an amazing suction force. It sucked the soul of the Eighth Prince in at once, and then crushed it quickly.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..............................."

The soul of the Eighth Prince screamed miserably. The pain of being crushed by the Yin-Yang Mill was no less than that of being extracted and refined.

As the soul was crushed, the black field in the air and the broken golden sword were completely out of control and were about to go berserk.