Gao Wu Arrives

"This person's cultivation base is too strong, I am not an opponent." Li Ye said with a solemn expression.

As soon as the opponent made a move, he was very precise to perceive that this was an infinite power, whose realm had already surpassed the star-picking realm.

Lin Feng nodded.

He also sensed that after all, he was a person who had mastered the Immaculate Realm cultivation base. Although he was blessed by the inscription of the **** position, he had personally experienced it, and he knew more about this realm than Li Ye.

Therefore, he accurately judged that this person's realm is actually that way, not high and deep, only in the early stage of the perfection, and he didn't go very far.

Li Ye quickly transmitted his voice and said, "Are you leaving?"

He felt uneasy. In fact, it is an instinct for any practitioner to face a practitioner who is above them.

"No." Lin Feng shook his head.

"Are you sure?" Li Ye was surprised. Lin Feng nodded and admitted, which made him even more incredible.

At the same time, my heart was shocked violently.

If I remember correctly, Lin Feng's true cultivation base should be only a small level higher than him, and he is only in the middle stage of the star-picking realm. Where does his confidence come from, able to deal with this person?

Could it be...

Li Ye suddenly, yes, although Lin Feng's own cultivation is weaker than that of the Eight Desolate Sect, he has a treasure on him, maybe he still carries a sacred weapon.

Thinking of this, Li Ye's uneasiness disappeared, his demeanor was restored, and the old **** was watching the battle.

Clang~~

Huang Zhongdalu's roar resounded, and the purple-clothed boy once again sacrificed the sacred artifact and was blown away.

In fact, with his current cultivation base and realm, if he were not protected by a holy instrument, he would die with just this finger.

Because the gap between the two sides is too big, across the sky.

"This is... the sacred artifact?" People who can practice to perfection are naturally not ordinary people, and their eyesight is not covered. Even if they have not really seen the sacred artifact, the rumors have always heard of it. , The breath of the most holy realm can also be felt.

Cui Junyi's deep and indifferent eyes showed surprise for the first time.

Then, he raised his head and laughed, his heart filled with ecstasy. In the end, his laughter subsided, and he said quietly: "I never thought that there would be unexpected joy!"

Zhang Quan guessed well.

The elder of the Eight Desolate Sect, after seeing this sacred artifact, his heart was directly moved.

Zhang Quan was jealous and didn't dare to attack him.

But Cui Junyi didn't have such scruples. He killed the boy in purple and left his hometown. Even if it is impossible to truly sacrifice this sacred instrument, it is impossible to erase the imprint on it, but as long as it goes far enough, the owner of this sacred instrument cannot perceive it.

Because the Taiyi world is really too big.

A supreme sacred realm can rule the roost in a territory of millions of miles or even tens of thousands of miles, but if this distance is enlarged again, it is nothing.

Cui Junyi shot again, fighting close, punching and kicking, opening and closing, bombarding with all his strength, each time he blasted the purple-clothed boy for miles, even dozens of miles away.

The situation of this purple-clothed boy was suddenly extremely ugly.

Under the undefeated master, he was unable to fight back at all, and could only defend passively.

In just a moment, he was shocked, Wu Zang was in pain, and there was a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

He was very angry, staring wide-eyed, glaring at Cui Junyi, wishing to chop off the opponent's strength.

"Struggling is in vain, walking out of the sacred artifact by myself, I can give you a happy life and leave you a whole body!" Cui Junyi sneered.

The corners of his mouth curled up and he was very playful, thinking that everything was in order and his posture was very high.