Unparalleled War Emperor

"Yun Yi, you are finally back!" Qian Youdao was overjoyed. He knew too well how powerful Yun Yi was. When he was at the third level of the Spiritual Emperor, he could kill the fifth level of the Spiritual Emperor. The average sixth level of the Spiritual Emperor was not his opponent. Now that he has reached the fifth level of the Spiritual Emperor, killing the seventh level of the Spiritual Emperor is probably not a problem. "You kid actually dared to show up on your own initiative. I admire your courage a little bit." Mu Hong said excitedly. His target this time was Yun Yi. The lives of others had nothing to do with him. Now that he showed up, as long as he caught him, all his previous losses would be made up. "Originally, the hatred between us has come to an end, and I have no intention of continuing to trouble you, but you are so ungrateful and aggressive. In this case, then you all should not leave." Yun Yi said with a cold face. Originally, he had no intention of caring about these things, but they did not seem to appreciate it. They actually chased here. The scene in front of him made him very angry. If he had not arrived in time, Qian Youdao might have been killed. Although Qian Youdao and himself were only in a trading relationship, he was seriously injured because of him, and he couldn't ignore this matter.

In addition, everything they did to Duan Tianye before made him unbearable.

In this case, there was no need for him to be polite to them, and he would settle the old and new accounts together.

"Boy, don't think that you can ignore us just because your strength has improved a little. Look back, even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't leave here today."

Mu Hong waved his hand, and all the disciples of the Mu family and the Zhao family who were hiding around stood up. There were more than 30 people, and the lowest cultivation was the sixth-level spiritual emperor, and there were three eighth-level spiritual emperors in charge.

Such a force, let alone Yun Yi, who was only at the fifth-level spiritual emperor realm, even the eighth-level spiritual emperor would have only one way to go.

"Yun Yi, do you want to kill them all?"

Xuantian, who was standing aside, took a look at the situation, his expression did not change at all, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead body, which was chilling.

Xuantian is the consciousness born from the fusion of Xuanchen and Motian's souls. He is both a demon and a Buddha, with a dual personality. On one hand, he is compassionate to the world, and on the other hand, he slaughters all living things. Killing a few people is no pressure for him.

His strength is also as high as the peak of the seventh-level spirit emperor, but the eighth-level spirit emperor is definitely not his opponent.

"Naturally."

Yun Yi will certainly not let them go. On the one hand, he wants to seek justice for Duan Tianye, and on the other hand, he also wants to avenge Qian Youdao. After all, it was because of him that he caused the disaster, so Yun Yi naturally cannot sit idly by.

However, facing the three eighth-level spirit emperors, Yun Yi did not dare to be arrogant. With a thought in his mind, he summoned the blood demon.

The blood demon's strength is also at the peak of the seventh-level spirit emperor, and he also controls the flame of demonization. It is no problem to deal with an eighth-level spirit emperor.

"I'll leave the three of them to you, and the rest to me, Master Cat."

Heifeng was already impatient. In the past, he couldn't intervene in Yun Yi's battles at all. Now, his strength has reached the level of the sixth-level demon king, and facing the sixth- and seventh-level spirit kings is no problem at all.

He flashed and came directly in front of a sixth-level spirit king, and bit off his head in one bite.

"Puh, puh, puh, it's really fucking stinky."

Although Heifeng's mouth was full of disgust, the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

"Dead cat, you dare to kill my brother, give me my brother's life back."

A seventh-level spirit king next to him saw his brother's head being bitten off, and he was furious. He took action directly, and a ball of fire gushed out from his body, turning into a fire dragon and rushing towards Heifeng.

"This low-level flame wants to kill Master Cat. It's too disrespectful to Master Cat."

Heifeng glanced at him with disdain, opened his mouth, and swallowed the fire dragon directly. Then he opened his mouth again and spewed out a living dragon, but this fire dragon was bigger than before, and the level of the flame was incomparable to the previous one.

Just a face-to-face, the Seventh-Layer Spiritual Emperor was swallowed by the fire dragon and finally burned to ashes.

"Combined combat skills, wind and fire strangulation."

The other two Seventh-Layer Spiritual Emperors looked at each other and attacked almost at the same time. The wind spirit power and fire spirit power intertwined to form a huge drill, rushing towards Heifeng.

"You dare to use such a trick in front of Master Cat? You are simply courting death. Break it for me."

Heifeng's face remained unchanged. He raised his claws and three cold lights appeared. Then three turned into six, six turned into twelve... In the blink of an eye, it turned into cold lights all over the sky, like a meat grinder, instantly crushing the wind and fire drill.

Afterwards, a black shadow flashed by, and the heads of the two fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, obviously they died with their eyes wide open.

In a flash, a sixth-level spirit emperor and three seventh-level spirit emperors died at the hands of Heifeng, which surprised everyone.

"Who else." Heifeng raised his neck and swept his disdainful eyes over the Zhao and Mu families. That look was so annoying.

"You're looking for death."

An eighth-level spirit emperor couldn't stand it anymore. This black cat dared to kill the family members in front of them, and didn't take him, an eighth-level spirit emperor, seriously.

"Amitabha, donor, your opponent is a poor monk."

But just when he was about to take action against Heifeng, Xuantian appeared in front of him, put his hands together, and saluted the eighth-level spirit emperor.

"You'd better get out of my way, otherwise, even if you are a Buddhist disciple, I will kill you."

The man said angrily, if it was in the past, they might still give some face to Buddhism, but now, Buddhism has declined, and in terms of strength, it is not much stronger than their spiritual realm.

What's more, this is still the spiritual realm, it's their territory, and Buddhism can't afford to make any big waves.

"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

A Sanskrit sound came from Xuantian's mouth, filling the man's heart like a clear spring, calming down his originally violent mood.

"How dare you cheat on me."

But after being stunned for a moment, the eighth-level spiritual emperor immediately woke up and realized that he had almost fallen into Xuantian's way. He was furious in his heart: "You go to hell."

As soon as the eighth-level spiritual emperor's voice fell, he punched directly. The violent energy distorted the space and came straight to Xuantian's face.

"It seems that the donor cannot become a Buddha. If this is the case, then I can only save you."

At the end of the sentence, Xuan Tian's expression also changed. The compassionate look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a fierce murderous intent, and the aura on his body became unusually cold.

As if in the blink of an eye, Xuantian turned into another person, making the eighth level spirit emperor feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.