Immortal fate

Time passed like this one day after another. The day of the battle with the Di tribe was coming soon. The door of Li Yi's retreat room was still closed tightly, but there was a little bit of hot fire spiritual power exuding in it. None of them were directed towards the outside, and the surrounding Jindan monks were unable to get close and could only stay away.

At this time, the two golden elixir monks standing outside the formation were none other than Jiang Qingxue and Li Liehuo. They were transferred from Hu Qing and other places to work for Li Yi. The reason was that they I have always been quite familiar with Li Yi.

Jiang Qingxue, looking at the retreat room exuding hot blue flames, felt anxious in her heart, and said: "Senior Brother Li, tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle. If Senior Uncle Li doesn't come out, he will miss tomorrow's battle. We will force him to Detention?"

Li Liehuo glanced at the door of the retreat room in the distance, smiled bitterly and said: "Junior sister Jiang! Do you think the two of us can break through the retreat? Uncle Li must be practicing something now. He has powerful magical powers. Look at the retreat room. Can the blue flames coming out of it be resisted by the two of us?

If we are forcibly detained, we might be burned to ashes, so let’s wait until tomorrow! If Uncle Master doesn't come out tomorrow, we will send a transmission note to Master Hu, and we have already sent a transmission note to Master Li before. Uncle Master already knows that the day of the decisive battle should not be missed. "

"Okay! That's all we can do. I don't know what kind of magical power my uncle has cultivated, but it has such great power. We just don't have the qualifications to get close." Jiang Qingxue said with some emotion.

I think that when Li Yi first entered Wanxiang Sect, he was only in the late stage of Jindan, just a small level higher than them. However, after twenty or thirty years, Li Yi was still Yuanying. He is a monk in the middle stage and has reached a higher level than them.

While the two were talking, Li Yi, who was in seclusion in the secret room, looked tired, but there was a light in his eyes, because in front of his eyes, there was a light blue flame floating like a ray of light. It was like water waves, but it was emitting blazing heat.

"It's finally refined. It took me a month to make it worth it." Li Yi said lightly. After speaking, he opened his mouth and sucked it in, swallowing the blue flame.

As Li Yi was swallowed up by the flames, the blazing heat in the secret room also disappeared. After a moment, Li Yi opened the door and walked outside.

After seeing Li Yi come out, Jiang Qingxue and Li Liehuo hurriedly greeted him and said, "Uncle Li, you are finally out of seclusion."

"It turns out it's you two. Why are you here? Where is Senior Brother Hu?" Li Yi asked.

"Reporting to Uncle Li, it was Uncle Hu who asked us to come. Master Hu has already gone to the battlefield and is watching. There will be a battle tomorrow." Li Liehuo said seriously.

"Oh, that's it. Fortunately, I got out of the customs in time and didn't miss the battle. Let's go and have a look together." Li Yi said.

Then, a rich five-color spiritual light appeared on Li Yi's body, and swept up Jiang Qingxue and Li Liehuo, flying towards the outside of Beihuang City.

After only a short moment, Li Yi saw that outside Beihuang City, the battlefield stretched for more than 20 to 30 miles, with various restrictions placed. There were tens of thousands of monks gathered on both sides, including There are monks in the Nascent Soul stage, monks in the Golden Core stage, and monks in the Foundation Establishment stage.

There are a large number of monks among them, and they have set up formations around twenty huge fighting platforms. Each fighting platform is more than a hundred feet in size, extremely vast, and is very large in the entire battlefield. conspicuous.

Li Yi swept his mind and discovered Hu Qing and others. Hu Qing was directing the monks at the Golden Core stage and arranging formations with a solemn look on his face.

Li Yi's escaping light flashed, and he landed next to Hu Qing and said: "Senior Brother Hu, why do I bother you with these small things? I can just do it myself and leave it to the disciples below."

"It turns out that junior brother is here. I leave these things to them. I don't trust. Junior brother, tomorrow we will represent Dongzhou to participate in the battle of life and death. The formation of this formation must not be careless. Those guys from the Di tribe are also here. Arrange the formation. If they have some tricks and plot against Junior Brother, it will be bad. Our strength is low, so we can only do this trivial matter. We can't help Junior Brother with other things. Junior Brother's Still have to be more careful tomorrow.”

"Hey, senior brother, what are you talking about? I'm very grateful that senior brother can help me do this." Li Yi said with some anger.

Time passed quickly, and the night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, several figures of Di tribe monks suddenly flew out from the crowd, the leader of which was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe with a sinister look on his face.

Watching, after these people came out, Qin Huang and others also jumped into the air and confronted the other people.

"We, the high priests of Tianlang Temple, are you sure you want to fight with us? I don't think your chances of winning are high. As long as you can give up some territory in Dongzhou, you can avoid a disaster of weapons. You know, After today's battle, I don't know how many monks will die in this battlefield," a man in black robe said with emotion.

"Hmph, if you don't want to die, you can go back to the grassland and I can spare your life. Although our Dongzhou is large, there is no extra land, and there is not much land to give to you barbarians." Qin Huang said with a cold face.

After that, he pressed one hand on the golden sword in his hand, and a fiery golden light came out of his body.

At this time, Li Yi found that the two swords on Qin Huang's waist were not simple, one black, one red, one long and one short. An unconcealed sharp aura and a strong sword intent spread to the surroundings.

"High priest, don't talk nonsense with them, you are the Qin Huang! It is said that you are the first master of Dongzhou. This hall master will fight you." At this time, a fair-skinned young man took off and said.

"Okay."

Qin Huang looked at this person, narrowed his eyes, said a good word, and instantly drew out the long sword in his hand, and slashed at the fair-skinned young man in the distance.

"Clang."

A sword light several dozen feet long flashed in the air and landed on the young man's head.

"Come on." The young man shouted.

The young man in white had a flash of blood in his hand, and a half-moon-shaped wolf-head scimitar appeared in his hand, slashing towards the sword light in the air.