Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Today, I will kill you!"

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and looked at the five terrifying clouds of calamity on the horizon, feeling that Ye Haoran was doomed this time.

Ye Haoran also looked at the five tribulation clouds on the horizon with a horrified look, "Is it over? Is it coming again?"

Now he also understands that this is all Zhang Yi's fault. He never thought that Zhang Yi could actually control and cause the thunder to fall. This was beyond his cognitive scope.

"Boom boom boom!"

Accompanied by earth-shattering roars, five terrifying purple thunders descended, followed closely by five waterfall-like bloody thunders, all rushing towards Ye Haoran, not giving him any chance to breathe.

This time, even the Heavenly Punishment Technique felt Zhang Yi's strong murderous intention, and the lightning disaster that fell was much more violent than before.

"Damn it! Bloody Double-eyed Avenue!"

Ye Haoran was shocked and turned pale, and quickly used the avenue to resist the thunder tribulation. A blood-colored avenue was covered with dense double pupils, bursting with infinite Taoism, causing people to almost suffer from trypophobia.

"Hmph, it's a good idea to use the Bloody Double Eyes to resist the art of divine punishment!"

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, and directly used the Ancient Supreme Avenue to suppress his bloody double-eyed avenue. The collision of the two avenues caused a burst of space shock, which seemed to destroy everything around him, but this was successful. Consuming the power of the Bloody Double Eyes Avenue, Ye Haoran was unable to use the Bloody Double Eyes Avenue to resist the Heavenly Punishment Technique.

"The Ancient Demon Sword!"

Seeing that terrifying thunder getting closer and closer, if you let it engulf you, without the protection of the Ancient Demon Land this time, you will have to shed a layer of skin even if you are immortal, so you don't dare to take it lightly.

"Tian Yang Sword!"

Zhang Yi kept staring at Ye Haoran, not allowing him any time or means to deal with the Heavenly Punishment Technique, and immediately started fighting with Ye Haoran, leaving him with no time to separate himself.

"Zhang Yi, are you trying to force me into a desperate situation?"

Ye Haoran screamed in his heart and roared at the top of his lungs.

"The Holy Master died because of you, and you must be buried with him!"

"The grudge between you and me should be settled today!"

Zhang Yi said murderously while waving the Tianyang Sword.

Ye Haoran, who had lost the protection of the Ancient Demon Land, was no match for Zhang Yi. He didn't even need Ye Kunli and the others to take action. Zhang Yi alone was enough to deal with him.

"Do we really not need to take action?"

Hua Yingyue looked at Ye Kunli beside her and said anxiously.

Ye Kunli shook his head, as if he had already determined the outcome of this battle, and said calmly: "Zhang Yi can deal with Ye Haoran alone without our intervention."

"And now that he is full of anger and has no place to vent, let him be. We might as well help them deal with the Ancient Demonic Land."

Ye Kunli flashed and ran towards the depths of the Ancient Demonic Land.

Hua Yingyue and others thought about it and felt that Ye Kunli's words made sense, so they also rushed towards the depths of the Ancient Demonic Land.

Here, only Zhang Yi and Ye Haoran are still fighting. The lightning disaster in the sky has all fallen on Ye Haoran at this moment. The strange thing is that it did not hurt Zhang Yi at all, and accurately cut Ye Haoran's figure. Devoured in the sky full of thunder and calamity.

"ah……"

Ye Haoran instantly felt a sharp pain all over his body. Especially when the bloody thunder engulfed him, his whole soul began to tremble violently, as if his soul was being pulled away from his body.

"Despicable! If you have the ability, don't use thunder!"

Ye Haoran was full of dissatisfaction, his voice became weaker and weaker, and the aura on his body began to become sluggish. Even if he used the double pupil technique to repair the injuries in his body, it would not help. The destructive power of the thunder tribulation was too strong.

Under a roar, Ye Haoran fell to the ground dying, hanging on by the breath in his throat, as if he would return to the west at any time.

"Zhang...Zhang Yi, I don't accept it, because...why is your life so much better than mine?"

Ye Haoran was lying on the ground, the panic in his eyes had dissipated. The lightning disaster just now wiped out most of his vitality, and he had completely lost his ability to fight. He was still lingering with only one breath left.

Zhang Yi walked up to Ye Haoran with a calm expression and looked at Ye Haoran condescendingly, without any disturbance in his heart. The Tianyang Sword in his hand was pressed against his throat. It only took a little force to destroy his soul.

"I don't accept it! After fighting for so long, I lost in the end. Is it possible that you are really your destiny?"

"When I brought you to the Ancient Demonic Land this time, I thought it was a certain death situation, but I didn't want to break out of Zhuanghe halfway and briefly controlled the Ancient Demonic Land at the cost of my life..."

At the end of the sentence, Ye Haoran's brows were full of unwillingness, his expression became more and more excited, and a rosy color appeared on his face, as if it was a flashback before death.

"Zhang Yi! I curse you to die badly!"

As he spoke, Ye Haoran spurted out a mouthful of old blood, staining the earth red.

"it's over!"

Zhang Yi was unmoved, swung the Tianyang Sword in his hand, and cut off Ye Haoran's head with one sword. The head was separated, the soul was destroyed, and Ye Haoran died instantly.

The leek that Zhang Yi had cut for so long finally came to an end.

The moment Ye Haoran's head was separated, his body and head instantly turned into ashes, leaving only a pair of red double eyes and a bloody spirit body floating towards the outside world, seemingly trying to escape.

At the same time, the blood-colored double pupil road that Ye Haoran had previously controlled also turned into a palm-sized blood-colored light, which was held in Zhang Yi's hand. "Is this his blood-colored double pupil road? Keep it for now!"

Afterwards, Zhang Yi set his eyes on the blood-colored spirit that was about to escape. He saw it put away the blood-colored double pupils, grabbed the blood-colored spirit in the void, and held it in his hand. "Are you the spirit that has always been in Ye Haoran's body?"

Zhang Yi has always known about this matter, and he also knows that it is because of this spirit that Ye Haoran can escape again and again.

This time, Ye Haoran's death, all his previous accumulation fell into Zhang Yi's hands, and he also completed his mission as a leek.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I know the secret of the immortal road!"

Xue Lao kept begging for mercy, and he knew that Zhang Yi wanted to kill him now with just a flick of his finger.

"The secret of the immortal road?"

Zhang Yi's eyebrows showed a hint of interest, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish.

"If you let me go, I will tell you the secret of the road to immortality."

Xue Lao wanted to bargain with Zhang Yi, but Zhang Yi clenched his hands and threatened with a cold look: "Do you think you are qualified to bargain?"

Instantly, Xue Lao felt a sense of death surge in his heart, but he still kept silent. He knew that if he told it now, he would only face death. It would be better to keep the secret and there would be a glimmer of hope.