Chapter 1991 The Great Elder of the Evil Lord Mansion

"puff"

Xiao Yi spurted out a mouthful of black blood. In the blood, black energy loomed and was mixed with some pieces of meat.

"Fifty thousand strong men are indeed powerful." Xiao Yi wiped the blood under his mask and gritted his teeth.

Fortunately, Ice Storm Soul Devouring had canceled out more than half of the power of that palm, otherwise, that palm alone might have been enough to kill him.

Even so, he was seriously injured in an instant.

The internal organs in the body were even slightly damaged.

This is the power of the legendary strongman.

Moreover, within the realm of legend, every time there is a difference, the gap is obviously horribly huge.

The difference between 40,000 Dao and 50,000 Dao is probably far from enough to be described as a world of difference.

"Huh." Xiao Yi took a deep breath.

After slightly stabilizing his injuries, he waved his hand and unleashed several blasts of poison.

The eight ice sculptures around him instantly turned into ice chips all over the place.

The eight Qiankun Rings just fell away.

Xiao Yi took it away, felt it, and nodded, "The net worth of a fifty thousand strong man is indeed rich."

The net worth of these eight people in the Qiankun Ring is somewhat richer than that of Tu Qianqiu.

The eight in total were more than ten times more than what he had earned from the crazy killing of the evil cultivators in the past half month.

The harvest can be described as rich.

only…

Xiao Yi was a little confused. Each of the 50,000 powerful people was an extraordinary person. Eight of them suddenly appeared?

These eight evil cultivators are enough to attack the other four university palaces except Tianzang Academy.

Now, just because of him, a young warrior joined forces and even besieged him with murderous intent?

Could it be that his crazy actions in killing the evil cultivators these days have completely angered the Evil Lord's Mansion?

"It shouldn't be enough." Xiao Yi frowned.

In the past half month, even including the past few days, a total of only about 200 evil cultivator branches have been wiped out.

Compared with the huge power of the Evil Lord Mansion, the loss is not small, but it is by no means large.

There is no way they would dispatch a total of eight 50,000 powerful men.

"I will kill as many as you come." Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold.

In his hand, he also wanted a protective object given by the Master of Tianji Palace, which was enough to make him unscrupulous and not afraid of these old monsters.

Just about to fly away in the air.

His body suddenly trembled.

A cold breath of death swept through his body instantly.

"Not good." Xiao Yi was horrified.

He didn't even have time to see clearly where the crisis was coming from, so he just relied on his intuition and suddenly shot the Ice Storm Soul Devourer to one side.

Buzz…

There was a buzzing sound in space.

Xiao Yi's figure was blown away heavily.

By the time he reacted, a fist-sized wound had been pierced through his chest.

In the distance, a burst of old fists slowly retracted from the space.

Xiao Yi's pupils shrank.

It was this fist that hurt him just now.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and fired the Ice Storm Soul Eater in an instant, causing the fist to deflect slightly, I'm afraid it would have been his own heart that was pierced now.

"So strong." Xiao Yi stared at the fist.

This punch alone was much stronger than the previous eight people combined.

Wow…

In the air, a shadow appeared out of thin air.

That's an old man.

The old man's eyes were extremely dark.

Obviously, this is an evil cultivator.

"Black robe, Xiao Xun." The old man stared at Xiao Yi with cold eyes, and then looked at the ice chips on the ground.

"The Eight Heavenly Evil Protectors actually died in your hands. You really are quite capable."

"Escape." Xiao Yi's heart suddenly suddenly thought of escaping.

This old man was definitely much stronger and more terrifying than he imagined.

This phantom is definitely not the old man's real body, but just a martial arts clone of the old man.

The real old man should be thousands of miles away.

However, even at such an astonishing distance, Xiao Yi still instantly felt an oppression from an endless distance and a lock of energy.

This old man is by no means an enemy he can deal with now.

Although he has a protective object given by the Master of Tianji Palace, that thing can only be used once.

Since it is a life-saving thing, if you can't use it, don't use it temporarily.

Whoosh…

Xiao Yi's figure instantly turned into a black stream of light and fled far away.

At the same time, in the distance, thousands of miles away, an old man looked at the eight broken tokens in his hand, his eyes extremely cold.

Behind him, there are also a group of evil cultivators.

"Great Elder, even the Eighth Guardians are dead. This Xiao Xun can't stay."

The old man nodded.

Great elder?

There is only one person in this world who can make a bunch of evil cultivators call themselves great elders.

He is none other than the great elder of the Evil Lord Mansion.

The most vicious person in the rumors in the Central Territory.

Apart from the mysterious Lord of the Evil Lord's Palace, he is the most powerful person in the Evil Lord's Palace.

Whoosh...the old man's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

However, the old man did not appear in the distance, but escaped into the space.

…

"Hiss." At this moment, Xiao Yi took a breath and gritted his teeth.

The condition of his injury at this moment is definitely not optimistic.

First, he was hit by those fifty thousand evil cultivators, and he was already seriously injured.

He received another punch from the old man, which pierced his chest.

Such injuries are close to life-threatening.

But he couldn't stop at all. His intuition told him that if he dared to stop for even a moment, the old man would catch up in an instant.

Xiao Yibian flew at full speed, and the poisonous power of the group exploded to the extreme.

He took out poison pills in his hand, kneaded them into powder, and applied them to the wound.

Within the body, waves of poisonous power are also running rapidly, forcibly suppressing this serious injury.

"It's close, getting closer." There was actually no figure around Xiao Yi within ten thousand miles.

But in Xiao Yi's perception of the world, there is a group of black energy as thick as a dark cloud floating rapidly in this world, covering the sky and the sun.

Xiao Yi couldn't even imagine that terrifying speed.

This is definitely a terrifying and powerful man who is much stronger than Elder Jingyue.

A few minutes later.

"Boy, you can't escape."
To be continued...