Fantasy: The villain travels through time and space, and the heroine's character is completely

The pressure exploded.

Ye Yi's aura of the ninth peak of the Xuan Dan Realm was also directly exposed.

And feeling Ye Yi's cultivation of the ninth peak of the Xuan Dan Realm.

The crowd watching the scene also widened their eyes.

They were directly stunned.

Like a petrified statue,

"Xuan... the ninth peak of the Xuan Dan Realm, this... Ye Yi's realm has reached the ninth peak of the Xuan Dan Realm."

"This is fake, how is it possible."

"I remember that he was only at the fifth level of the Xuan Dan Realm when he registered as an inner disciple."

"How could it be possible to soar from the fifth level of the Xuan Dan Realm to the ninth peak of the Xuan Dan Realm in just over ten days!"

The many inner disciples watching were shocked.

His face was full of unbelievable expressions.

In just over ten days, he broke through from the fifth level of Xuandan Realm to the peak of the ninth level of Xuandan Realm.

This is too exaggerated.

You know, Yang Yuan stayed in the ninth level of Xuandan Realm for several years without breaking through.

Seeing Ye Yi break through to the peak of the ninth level of Xuandan Realm.

Many inner disciples looked at Ye Yi with envy and jealousy.

In just over ten days, he reached the peak of the ninth level of Xuandan Realm.

You know, these people have been in the inner gate for several years and have only reached the late stage of Xuandan Realm.

"The peak of the ninth level of Xuandan Realm, no wonder you dare to go on the life and death stage with me!?"

Feeling Ye Yi's realm.

Yang Yuan's face became extremely ugly.

As if he had eaten shit.

He stayed in the inner gate for seven or eight years, and his cultivation was only the peak of the ninth level of Xuandan Realm.

And Ye Yi caught up with him in just over ten days.

This made him hard to accept.

After all, in his eyes, Ye Yi was just an ant that he could easily kill.

Now he was suddenly on the same level with him.

Being arrogant by nature, he naturally could not accept it.

"So what if you are at the peak of the ninth level of the Xuandan Realm? I can still kill you!"

Yang Yuan's eyes were fierce.

He rushed out and rushed towards Ye Yi.

With the fiery red spiritual power surging around him, he raised his fist and slammed directly into Ye Yi's head.

The terrifying power was no less than a killing secret technique.

The power emitted even shook the void.

"Then Yang Yuan took action."

"Ye Yi is at the peak of the ninth level of the Xuandan Realm. The two of them are at the same level. Maybe they can defeat each other."

An inner disciple said with a flickering eye.

"You are too naive. Ye Yi has only been in the inner sect for more than ten days."

"Yang Yuan has been in the inner sect for six or seven years."

"In other words, he has been comprehending and practicing king-level skills, martial arts, and secret techniques for six or seven years."

"Ye Yi has probably not yet converted his own spiritual power into the spiritual power of the king-level skills in more than ten days."

"And I heard that Ye Yi practiced the lower-grade earth-level skills Zhen Ling Gong in the outer sect."

"Yang Yuan practiced the lower-grade king-level skills Da Chi Yan Jue."

"Although the two are in the same realm."

"But if they really fight, within three rounds, Ye Yi will...what!?"

The inner sect disciple who originally wanted to say that Ye Yi would lose had his eyes bulging out at this moment.

His face looked out of control.

What did he see.

In the time of a face-to-face encounter.

Yang Yuan was beaten out by Ye Yi.

"Purple-gold spiritual power, that is the Purple-Gold Immortal Sutra."

Everyone exclaimed, their faces were extremely shocked.

"Purple-Gold Immortal Sutra, a king-level top-grade technique."

"My God, isn't Ye Yi a useless practitioner?"

"How did he master the Purple-Gold Immortal Sutra, a king-level top-grade technique, in just over ten days?"

"His comprehension is almost comparable to those of the true disciples."

"Why did his talent increase so much? Did he awaken some kind of powerful physique?"

At this moment, the inner disciples were all shocked.

And above the sky.

Ye Yi was suspended, his white robe fluttering.

The purple-gold spiritual power was surging around him.

His eyes were also flashing with purple-gold divine light.

With his extraordinary temperament, he looked like a young god at this moment.

Extremely sacred.

"Purple-Gold Immortal Sutra, how is this possible!?"

At this moment, Yang Yuan, who stood up from the ground, had a livid face.

His face trembled slightly.

Purple Gold Immortal Scripture, a king-level top-grade technique.

He had mastered the basics in just over ten days.

How could this former outer sect practitioner have such a strong talent?

"The Purple Gold Immortal Scripture is really good..."

In the sky.

Ye Yi sighed

said.

Yang Yuan's full-strength attack just now.

He easily knocked the opponent out with less than half of his strength.

Although the two are in the same realm.

But their strengths are completely incomparable.

"Do you have any trump cards?"

"If not, then you can only die."

Ye Yi looked down at Yang Yuan below and said.

There was no expression on his face.

But in Yang Yuan's eyes, Ye Yi's eyes were like looking down at an ant,

God looking down at mortals,

This made him unacceptable.

It gave him the feeling that.

The person he had previously regarded as a lowly ant suddenly transformed.

Became the person who could dominate his life.

"No, he is the ant, and I am the one he has to look up to."

"A lowly ant wants to turn the world upside down?"

Yang Yuan gritted his teeth.

"Red Sun Seal! "

He shouted.

His hands formed seals like lightning.

Boom!

An extremely violent fiery red spiritual power burst out from his body like a flood,

and then a flaming palm print hundreds of feet in size condensed in front of him.

The flaming palm print was extremely violent, emitting an extremely hot temperature.

It felt like the void was about to be burned through.

And the people outside the formation barrier could feel the heat and terror of the palm print even if they were far away.

"Hiss, what a terrifying power, this Red Sun Seal is worthy of being a king-level top-grade martial art."

"This Red Sun Seal, Yang Yuan has practiced it for seven years."

"It has long been practiced to the state of great success. Now that it is used, the power is naturally extremely terrifying."

"I'm afraid Ye Yi can't take it this time."

"After all, it was possible to practice the Purple Gold Immortal Sutra to the entry level in just a dozen days."

"But it is impossible to practice a king-level top-grade martial art to the state of great success in just a dozen days." "What a pity, if he had been given another half a year." "This Yang Yuan might have died at the hands of Ye Yi." Some of the inner disciples watching shook their heads. "Even if you practiced the Purple Gold Immortal Sutra, so what." "I want you to die too... huh! ? "

Yang Yuan just said the word "death".

His face suddenly changed. His pupils shrank suddenly.

A thousand-foot-long palm print appeared in the sky.

This palm print exuded a wild aura.

It was condensed from mountains and rivers.

Just appearing in the sky, the power it exuded was terrifying.

Boom!

The mountain and river palm print slammed down.

The space was broken!

The flame palm print was instantly destroyed and turned into nothingness.

And the mountain and river palm print still slammed towards Yang Yuan.

Then, in the shocked eyes of everyone.

Yang Yuan was turned into dust.

Seeing this scene, the entire life and death stage was instantly silent.