The powerful man from the Return Void Mirror took all his strength, and Yang Kai was naturally affected. When his body stagnated, the overwhelming attacks had already attacked from the front. It was Wang Yuhan and others who took the opportunity to attack. These attacks, with martial arts and the power of secret treasures, were all out in anger, and they were about to kill Yang Kai on the spot.

As long as Yang Kai dies, the two women will not pose any threat to them.

Faced with such an attack, Yang Kai just flipped his hand, and a shield with purple rhyme flowing appeared in his hand. Then, a strong aura of turbulent turbulence burst out from the shield. A sudden wave of sand and a sudden wind rolled up from the ground. In an instant, a small sandstorm formed at the location of Yang Kai and the other two, completely covering the figures of the three!

A loud noise came out, and the power of the attacks and secret treasures bombarded the sandstorm, and it could not penetrate at all. It was all swallowed up by the sandstorm.

Seeing this, Wang Yuhan's face was very cold and fierce. When he was in the Burial Valley, he had seen Yang Kai use this virtual top-grade shield secret treasure. Naturally, he knew its extraordinaryness. Now he attacked himself and understood that the shield's defense was even more powerful.

Such a defensive secret treasure, as long as the warriors who hold the secret treasure are not exhausted, it is not something that they have the Holy King realm that can be broken. It can be said that they are wrapped in sandstorms, and Yang Kai and others will be invincible.

"Okay!" The old man surnamed Wang's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be happy when he saw the hunting, and said excitedly: "I want this secret treasure!"

As he spoke, his big hand opened, and a huge palm transformed from the illusion of the Holy Yuan grabbed directly at the place where Yang Kai and others were. The five fingers were like five peaks falling down. Before he could really catch the sandstorm, he felt that the world was under control.

At the same time, a nearly undetectable golden light suddenly flew out from the sandstorm, and suddenly turned into golden threads all over the sky, wandering and cutting.

The huge holy Yuan palm of the old man surnamed Wang lasted for less than a breath, and was shattered by the golden silk and collapsed with a bang, without any threat. The golden silk in the sky suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Before Wang Yuhan and others could react, the golden silk had already flashed in front of them, once again covering the sky and the earth, gathering into a large net, covering all the Holy King warriors.

"Be careful of this golden silk!" The old man surnamed Wang hurriedly reminded him and suppressed his own power towards the golden silk.

But what frightened him was that not only did not get any obstruction, but the golden wire cut his momentum into pieces and could not be formed at all.

"Impossible!" The old man surnamed Wang's face changed drastically. He suddenly seemed to remember something, and shouted in horror: "The Secret Technique of the Demon Blood Sect! This is the Secret Technique of the Demon Blood Sect. You are from the Demon Blood Sect!"

He finally remembered the origin of this golden thread through some of his own experiences. But what he couldn't understand was why the secret technique of the magic blood silk was golden. After all, he heard that the magic blood silk of the magic blood sect was red.

The magic blood-thread secret technique is a few secret techniques that can break the momentum on the entire dark star.

"I am a member of the Demon Blood Sect, you don't have to worry about it!" Yang Kai hid in the sandstorm, his expression was indifferent, and his fingers were golden as if he was using his arms. He caught Wang Yuhan and several other Holy King realm warriors in it.

At the same time, a divine thought moved and a vague command was issued.

Wang Yuhan and others are all warriors at the two or three levels of the Holy King. Of course, their own strength is not weak. Seeing that the old man surnamed Wang is so sensible to face a great enemy, he didn't know how to use his strongest defensive means to defend against the golden wire. One or two people have already used secret techniques and are ready to dodge.

But what shocked them was that they had not made any moves yet. A severe pain suddenly came from the sea of ​​consciousness, which made them feel unstable for a moment. The condensed holy Yuan and secret treasure were unable to activate, and they could only watch the golden silk descend on their heads.

The sound of hissing sound was loud, and the golden thread flashed away, and was taken back by Yang Kai again.

However, Wang Yuhan and several other Holy King warriors stood there motionless, their eyes full of horror, as if they had seen something incredible.

"Yuhan!" the old man surnamed Wang shouted in a trembling voice.

"Seventh Master..." Wang Yuhan responded with a begging look on his face. Before he could finish a sentence, his body suddenly split into pieces and turned into a pool of minced meat.

Hurry...

The other Holy King Realms also looked like Wang Yuhan, all of which fell apart like broken mirrors, and the wound was neat and smooth, as if it had been cut open by some sharp weapon.

With just one blow, all these Holy King-level warriors fell here.

The scene was extremely terrifying and the smell of blood soared into the sky.

The old man surnamed Wang looked at the place where Wang Yuhan fell, stared at the neatly broken limbs and corpses, and in an instant, he was furious and angry.

He was a little unable to accept such a scene.

The other party is just a warrior of the two-level Saint King level. What ability can he kill so many opponents whose cultivation is not inferior to his in an instant? This made him feel like he was in a dream. He couldn't believe it. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Kai's location, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Boy, you dare to kill my grandson, what kind of conspiracy did you use!"

"Conspiracy?" Yang Kai sneered, waved his hand, and the sandstorm that had been covering him suddenly dissipated, revealing his body again, looking at the old man surnamed Wang sarcastically, and said lightly: "When you die, you will know."

"Ignorance child, you want to kill me!" The old man surnamed Wang laughed in anger. His Shengyuan was full of turmoil and his murderous intent was as solid as the essence. It was obviously because of Wang Yuhan's death that made him very angry.

After saying that, a yellow bell suddenly appeared in his hand. The yellow bell was only the size of a palm and looked inconspicuous, but Yang Kai's eyes shrank and he did not dare to underestimate them at all.

The other party has the strength to return to the Void Mirror, and he actually dispatched a secret treasure to deal with his own Holy King level. Although he was a little angry, he obviously had to do his best.

Just as he was guarding against the strange power of the yellow clock, the other party's wrist trembled, and a bell suddenly burst out from it. The bell rang into his ears. Yang Kai felt his heartbeat beating violently, and then the blood flow in his body accelerated, and an uncontrollable violence spread out from his body.

"I have never used this soul burial bell for people in the Holy King realm. It is also your honor to die under this bell!" The old man surnamed Wang gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, and gently shook the yellow bell in his hand.

The sound was heard, and Yang Kai's heartbeat beat again. The beating was extremely strange and exaggerated. After beating twice, Yang Kai felt a severe pain in his heart, and he had the illusion that his heart was about to burst.

Yang Kai's expression changed drastically, and he immediately knew that any return mirror could not be underestimated, especially for an old man named Wang, who was not young. Although their cultivation level could not be improved in the slightest, the methods of killing enemies became more and more mysterious as they grew older.

With the urging of Shengyuan, he forcibly suppressed the pain and violence in his heart. The Baiyuetu had been sacrificed, and phantoms of the mountain peaks flew out from it and smashed the old man surnamed Wang in front of him.

The rumbling sounds were endless, but the old man surnamed Wang saw the phantom of the mountain without any movement. He opened his mouth and spit out a small black flag. The small flag suddenly opened in the wind and turned into a dozen meters in a circle, covering the head of the old man surnamed Wang. When the phantom of the mountain fell, strange shapes suddenly rushed out of the small flag, and the phantoms could not be seen clearly. These phantoms collided with the peak, making the peak unable to fall at all.

"Boy, use all the means you have. I will let you die today!" The old man surnamed Wang shouted wildly, looking as if he was determined to eat Yang Kai.

Yang Kai sneered repeatedly: "Old dog, have you made a mistake? I'm not fighting alone!"

"You still expect these two little girls..." The old man surnamed Wang looked at Qianyue and Yang Yan with a sarcastic expression. Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed. He saw that Yang Yan had actually taken out a delicate and exquisite secret treasure, like a pagoda, and gently threw it into the sky, and the pagoda suddenly floated in mid-air.

There are seven layers of pagoda, each of which emits a different color. After the seventh-layer pagoda is suspended, it begins to rotate. The direction of rotation is also very different and the speed is even more different. In the meantime, a beautiful music suddenly resounds through the world.

The musical rhythm was extremely beautiful, as if many people were holding different instruments in their hands, and the combination was also very beautiful. The musical rhythm was mixed with an invisible force, which scattered everywhere, not only purified Yang Kai's violence and dispelled the pain in his heart, but also covered the sound of the other party's soul burial bell.

"Single attack secret treasure!" The old man surnamed Wang looked at the scene in disbelief, his eyes twitching.

His power was broken by Yang Kai's golden bloodshots, and the power of the Soul Burial Bell was also in the seventh-level pagoda. He suddenly found that the other party seemed to be specifically here to restrain him, which made him feel a little bad in anger.

Yang Kai had already taken a step forward, and the long sword rolling with the magic flame in his hand slashed out a shocking sword light, attacking him, laughing and said, "Old guy, just because Wang Yuhan is jealous, you will kill me. You elder are really competent. Since you are here, don't leave!"

"Boy is crazy!" The old man surnamed Wang didn't take this sword light in his eyes. Shengyuan rolled down and pushed forward with one hand, directly breaking the sword light.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt a sensation of pain coming from his sea of ​​consciousness, as if something was doing something bad inside, which made him turn red and also a warning sign.

Before he could find out his sea of ​​consciousness, another dark attack was facing him. The old man surnamed Wang poked out his hand again, trying to break the attack as before.

The changes in the sea of ​​consciousness made him not have the intention to investigate this attack. When his big hand came into contact with the dark attack, he realized that it was not a sword light at all.

He secretly cried in his heart, and it was too late to retreat. The dark attack was like the sharpest weapon, breaking directly from his palm, like a hot knife rolling butter, without any obstacle, and cutting all the way to his shoulders.
Chapter completed!