On the Asura Sword, the light of killing surged endlessly, showing how intense the Vagrant Infant's mood was at this moment.

Just as the Vacant Infant wanted to activate the Asura Sword and attacked in a shortage, a loud laugh came from the direction of the exit of the Golden World: "Why is your battle not over yet? It seems that I have come too early!"

Yan Huangtu carried his hands on his back and walked forward with great strides, with dragon shadows passing through his body.

The eight sons of life and death followed closely behind Yan Huangtu and lined up in a row. The Yama aura on the eight people entangled each other and complemented each other. The power fluctuations that burst out were much stronger than Yan Huangtu.

Zhang Ruochen's face remained unchanged, but his eyes looked at the exit of the golden world, with a deep light flashing in his eyes.

Yan Huangtu glanced at Que, Vengying, and Zhang Ruochen, with a smile on his face, everything was in the plan.

"The three seem to have suffered serious injuries. Whose hand in the emperor-grade holy spirit pill, hand it over immediately!" Yan Huangtu's tone was strong and his eyes were sharp.

Before the other three people could speak, Zhang Ruochen pointed at Yan Wushen and said, "The Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill has been taken away by Yan Wushen."

"That's right, I hand it over to him." Que said.

The greedy infant, standing on the Asura sword, could clearly see the situation clearly and said coldly: "Yan Wushen's cultivation speed is too fast, and even I underestimated him. Unexpectedly, he became the final winner. In my opinion, Yan Huangtu, you are no longer his opponent now, he is the strongest man of the Yan clan."

The three of them knew very well that to break the situation where the Yan clan was dominant, they could only separate and separate them.

They are all extremely geniuses. If they don’t believe it, Yan Huangtu is not jealous of Yan Wushen’s talent at all? They don’t care about being surpassed by Yan Wushen at all?

Even if he is not jealous and doesn't care, the monks of the Yama clan may have a lot of discussions.

Besides, does Yan Huangtu really don’t want the Emperor’s Holy Spirit Pill?

If you swallow the Emperor's Holy Idea Pill, it may not be possible to surpass Yan Wushen and firmly sit in the position of the number one person in the era of the Yama clan. Not everyone can withstand such temptation.

Yan Huangtu's eyes stared at the four people one by one. At least, there was no flaw in Zhang Ruochen, Que and Viagra. Finally, his eyes fell on Yan Wushen.

Yan Wushen stared at Zhang Ruochen deeply and said, "Use an emperor-grade holy intention pill to test the will of the Yan Luo monks. You may have made the wrong idea."

"Brother Wushen, what does this mean?" Zhang Ruochen said curiously.

Yan Wushen's chest was deeply ups and downs. He obviously did not expect that Zhang Ruochen would become shameless and could do such a terrible way, with his methods and ruthlessness.

He stared at Yan Huangtu and the Eight Sons of Life and Death, and said, "The Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill is on Zhang Ruochen. Forget it, we must kill all three of them regardless of whether they are on him or not. They were all seriously injured, and there was no better chance than this."

One of the eight sons of life and death looked like a scholar and said in a puzzled tone: "Why do you want to kill them all?"

"Yes! Kill them, what if I can't find the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill?" said another of the Eight Sons of Life and Death.

Yan Wushen's eyelid contracted and said, "What do you mean? I really doubt that the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill is on me? So what if the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill is on me, are you qualified to swallow it?"

Yan Huangtu's eyes turned cold, and he stared at the two people who had just spoken, saying, "The Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill should have been handed over to Wu Shen to swallow. If it is really on him, how could he lie? Don't talk nonsense and let outsiders laugh at it."

Yan Huangtu's words seemed to be reprimanding the two great saints of the Hundred Shackle Realm, but Yan Wushen heard another meaning and his heart sank slightly.

Perhaps Yan Huangtu didn’t care about the title of the number one master of the Yan Luo clan before, but because he was called too much, he cared about it.

Perhaps Yan Huangtu was not jealous of Yan Wushen's talent before, but he was often compared to others and there were always psychological changes.

"Will my chance to take away the star of this clan have caused his dissatisfaction?"

The thought flashed through Yan Wushen's mind, and then he laughed: "It's still my cousin who understands me. Today, I have to leave the three of them behind. Zhang Ruochen is handed over to me, and you can share the other two."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wushen put his hands together, and his body emitted two lights of extreme brightness and extreme darkness. The vast aura of the Hunyuan Hell, the Yama, surged from the soles of his feet and turned into a sea of ​​light and darkness.

"I don't know on the Naihe Bridge, and the flowers on the other side bloom on the other side."

"Rumbling."

The air rolls, the space fluctuates, and the whole world trembles violently.

An ancient stone bridge rushed out from Yan Wushen's eyebrows.

The stone bridge only manifests a section of hundreds of feet long, which suppresses the space of a thousand miles. On the bridge, secret patterns revived, forming chains similar to Taoist locks, and all fell on Zhang Ruochen.

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Chapter completed!