This is a battle that lasts for thousands of years, and it is also a battle that is evenly matched.

The only one who can compete with the ink-colored giant gods is the real giant gods. Judging from the results in front of you, these two giant gods who have been fighting for many years cannot do anything to each other. If you leave it alone, this battle may last longer.

Yang Kai observed silently for a while, and did not disturb them, but instead turned his attention to another giant ink-colored god.

The giant ink-colored god sat cross-legged, with a slightly hunched figure covering the vast void. One of its arms penetrated the void in front of them, penetrated the boundary wall, and was locked in the Fenglan Domain opposite the boundary wall by two ninth grades of the human race, causing it to be unable to move.

Originally, there were many injuries on it. It was the traces left by the human race and even the Dragon Emperor and the Queen of the Dragon Emperor and Phoenix on it during the battle in the Sky Realm. The wounds were constantly flowing out with thick ink power as mucus. However, over the years, the wounds on it were obviously fewer, and it was not as terrifying as Yang Kai saw back then.

Its injuries are slowly recovering!

Yang Kai was slightly nervous, as strong as the King of the Mo Clan. If he was seriously injured, he would have to go into the ink nest to hibernate before he could recover. However, this giant ink-colored god did not know what mysterious magical powers he could heal himself.

Although the speed of healing does not seem to be fast, it is indeed healing.

Such a powerful existence cannot be judged by common sense. Think about it, when this ink-colored giant god was banned in the Holy Spirit's ancestral land, it must have been covered with scars by the Holy Spirit. But tens of thousands of years have passed, when Yang Kai went to the Fengmo Land to see it, although it was already silent, there was no residual injury on the surface. It can be seen that such a strange strong man could heal himself.

As if he noticed Yang Kai's peeping gaze, the giant ink-colored god who had closed his eyes and rested his mind suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Kai.

The invisible pressure instantly turned like a world, pressing on Yang Kai's shoulders, making him short.

The cultivation level of the eighth-grade Kaitian is indeed a big gap from being almost surpassing that of the ninth-grade existence!

However, Yang Kai has not experienced such a thing. When this ink-colored giant god revived in the Holy Spirit's ancestral land, he had pursued the other party all the way. Although he did nothing, he would not be crushed by the other party's power at will.

Xiao Qiankun's power was activated, and Yang Kai slowly straightened up.

In the distant void, the giant ink-colored god seemed to chuckle, and ignored him.

It’s like seeing a worm that makes people laugh. Apart from being able to make fun of it, there is no need to pay much attention to it. So what about the eighth grade? It doesn’t take it seriously in the ninth grade of the human race. If there is no more than a dozen or twenty ninth grades joining forces, don’t want to fight with him.

Yang Kai slowly closed his eyes, and after a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly: "Two ancestors, Yang Kai worships you!"

The sound was transmitted to Xiaoxiao and Wu Qing, who were standing in the Fenglan Domain opposite, through the boundary wall that was penetrated by the arms of the ink-colored giant god.

Both of them were stunned, and the ancestor Xiaoxiao hurriedly said, "Yang Kai, are you in the realm of the sky?"

"Yes!" Yang Kai replied, while opening his own small universe's door and began to summon the army of the Xiaoshi tribe.

Although he handed over to the army of more than 20 million Xiaoshi tribes in the ancestral land, he still left several million spares on his own.

However, the Xiaoshi tribe who stayed there were no such powerful people as Baizhang Xiaoshi tribe. They were all ordinary Xiaoshi soldiers and could not play much role in the battle, but for him, they were a good help.

"What are you doing here?" Old Ancestor Xiaoxiao was a little surprised, "What is the situation in the human race now?"

Yang Kai continued to summon the Xiaoshi tribe army, batch after batch. Soon, the Xiaoshi tribe was surrounded by Xiaoshi tribe, and replied: "The situation is quite stable, so don't worry about the ancestor. I'll come here... to find the Mo tribe to collect some interest."

"Calculate interest?" Wu Qing's confusing voice sounded.

Yang Kai shouted softly: "Please be careful, two ancestors!"

"What are you going to do?" In Fenglan Domain, Wu Qing suddenly felt a not-so-won feeling. He looked at the ancestor Xiaoxiao and was all focused and alert.

In the realm of the sky, the giant ink-colored god also frowned and watched Yang Kai's actions intently.

As Yang Kai finished speaking, two million small stone tribes passed by like locusts, rushing towards the ink-colored giant gods, one by one, was not afraid of death, and even faced with such a giant god as the ink-colored giant gods.

They are low in intelligence and their clan characteristics are originally to grow by devouring each other, so they do not know what death is. For them, death is just another way of continuation.

Using the method of urging the purification light of the small stone clan has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it is sufficiently concealed, and the disadvantage is that it is not flexible enough. Once the small stone clan dies in battle, the remains will remain in place.

But it is best to deal with a target like the ink-colored giant god that cannot move.

Two million small stone tribes were in awe and instantly killed in front of the ink-colored giant god. Even if two million troops gathered, they were not worth mentioning in front of this huge creature.

Looking at the scene, it looks like a group of buzzing mosquitoes rushing around a person.

The vast and boundless power of ink is about to emerge from the body of the giant ink-colored god. What kind of background is displayed by the king and the fake king lord is completely incomparable to it.

Although the ink-colored giant god didn't know what Yang Kai was going to do, he wouldn't let him succeed easily.

The rich power of ink enveloped the small stone clan army like a tide, silently.

In the blink of an eye, the ink color retreated like a tide, but the two million small stone tribe army had no respite, and even each small stone tribe was still intact and no scars were seen.

Even Yang Kai didn't know what method did the ink-colored giant god use to kill these small stone tribes.

"What are you doing?" The ink-colored giant god finally spoke, his tone was a little joking.

Yang Kai stretched out his hands, and the two marks on the back of his hand began to heat up, and he said viciously: "Beat you!"

The smile on the face of the ink-colored giant god instantly restrained.

The yellow and blue light suddenly shone on the void and blended with each other.

The originally retreating tide of ink color surged out again, more exciting than before.

The pure white light began to bloom, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a huge white ball, as if a sun star had fallen.

This huge white halo was more than ten times stronger than the movement Yang Kai made in the Holy Spirit Ancestor Land. The light not only enveloped the void, but also wrapped the huge body of the ink-colored giant god in it.

It is naturally impossible to achieve this level with the sacrifice of two million small stone clan troops alone. However, Yang Kai sacrificed three million small stone clan troops in the Holy Spirit Ancestor Land, but the results he achieved were less than 10% of the power here.

The reason why such a huge difference is that Yang Kai made up his mind this time and distributed a large number of yellow crystals and blue crystals to them before summoning the army of the small stone tribe.

This time, the sacrifice was not only the power in the two million small stone clan army, but also the massive amount of yellow and blue crystals.

Yang Kai consumed as much as 30% of the things he had plundered from Brother Huang and Sister Lan at one time.

If it accumulates, those yellow crystals and blue crystals can accumulate into small hills.

The effort is so great, and the effect is also remarkable.

The pure light wrapped the ink-colored giant god spirit all over the body, and the shadowless and invisible power eroded into its body. In its huge body, the power of ink was quickly dispersed and purified.

The giant ink-colored god roared and struggled wildly.

In Fenglan Domain, Xiaoxiao and Wu Qing finally understood why Yang Kai asked them to be careful.

The two of them have been here for two or three thousand years and have been working together to use secret techniques to pinch one of the arms of the ink-colored giant gods. Originally, the strength of the two of them alone was not enough to do this, but the arm of the ink-colored giant gods pierced the boundary wall, which means that they were fighting with the ink-colored giant gods, and the power that the other party could exert was greatly weakened, so they could always be safe and sound.

However, at this moment, tortured by the light of purification, the ink-colored giant god began to struggle wildly. The first thing he had to do was to pull his arm back, get out of the predicament, and kill Yang Kai, the culprit.

On the huge arms like a mountain pillar, chains roared and boundless power of ink began to surge, trying to break free from the chains.

Wu Qing and Xiaoxiao's faces changed drastically. They were not stingy with their own sensations, and they madly activated various secret techniques to control them.

Fortunately, over the years, the two of them have continuously strengthened the ban. Otherwise, the riot in that moment might have really escaped the ink-colored giant god.

This is the case, and the two of them are under great pressure, and they are both surprised and relieved.

Surprisingly, I don’t know what methods Yang Kai used to make the ink-colored giant god so crazy and angry. I’m pleased that the human race’s juniors are expected to use the cultivation level of the eighth-grade Kaitian to actually use the means of harming the ink-colored giant god.

The white sun star that exploded lasted for more than ten breaths before slowly dissipating.

Xiaoxiao and Wuqing ancestor seemed to have spent thousands of years...

When everything calmed down, the two looked at each other and saw the sweat and fear on each other's foreheads. The chains that locked the arms of the giant ink-colored god jumped countless times, and they quickly repaired them.

However, they also knew that if the ink-colored giant god really wanted to escape, it could actually be done, but it would have to abandon its clamped arm, which was a real hero who cut off his arm!

Abandoning an arm may have no life impact on the ink-colored giant god, but it will greatly reduce its strength. Before the last resort, the ink-colored giant god will never do this, which gives them the opportunity to continue to pinch each other.
Chapter completed!