After Lin Yi brought the wretched dragon, Xu Xiuzi and Xiaogu, he told them about the situation outside.

When he heard that there was a battle, the vulgar dragon screamed excitedly.

Xiaogu's face turned red with excitement, as if she had applied rouge. She held one of Lin Yi's arms with her two little hands, jumping and acting coquettish.

Many days ago, Xu Xiuzi had already consumed all the essence and blood absorbed on the battlefield of demon-slaying. He urgently needed to absorb some fresh essence and blood. He was full of longing for tonight's night battle.

Lin Yi asked the vulgar dragon to carry the small bones, and Xu Xiuzi helped him from the side. One old and one young and one purple gold real dragon could definitely form a strange legion that would make the enemy scared.

Since coming out of the Phoenix Secret Realm, Lin Yi felt something in his heart. He felt that the Yan Emperor's inheritance would not be obtained by him for no reason.

Especially on the banks of the Immortal Sea, the mysterious old man I saw and the old tree spirit in the Black Forest all put him under great pressure.

The feeling they gave Lin Yi was even greater than the pressure that Lin Yi's father Lin Xiao brought to him ten thousand years ago. You should know that Lin Xiao was already a fifth-level martial emperor at that time, and it was rare in ancient times, but Lin Yi had a premonition that even his father would probably lose when he faced the old tree spirit or the mysterious old man on the Immortal Sea.

Only with pressure can there be motivation, so Lin Yi urgently needs to grow himself. The way to make his cultivation grow as soon as possible is to practice in seclusion, and the other is to fight, baptism in battle and grow in battle. This is what Lin Yi has experienced personally, so he regards this fierce battle tonight as a whetstone.

In addition, he felt that it was time for the wretched dragon, Xiaogu and Xu Xiuzi to grow up. After that, his enemies will definitely increase and become stronger and stronger. By then, he needs help.

One old and one young, plus a despicable dragon, all three guys looked at Lin Yi eagerly, waiting for Lin Yi to give orders.

"Set off."

With Lin Yi's order, everyone rushed out of the lotus space and rushed towards the flying birds or flying beasts in the night sky.

Tonight, Lin Yi will wash away the sky with his strange legion.

"Aowu... Little bastards, you Mr. Long is here, and you all kneel down for me..."

The vulgar dragon carried the small bones and rushed into the flying army, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, and was elusive.

Its throat was like a huge explosion pill, which immediately caused the flying army of Wenshu Holy Land to fall into chaos.

Lin Yi took advantage of the chaos and quietly approached a huge four-winged red bat. This four-winged bat was larger than the skylark Elder. There was a fishy smell all over his body. As the four flesh wings waved, it seemed like a tornado was blew around.

On the back of the four-winged bat was carrying a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was naked and wearing only a pair of shorts, revealing his dark and knotty muscles. He hung a strange necklace on his chest, which was wearing a circle of white skeletons.

The middle-aged man exuded a wild and wild aura all over his body. His whole body was strong and powerful, and he could tell that his combat power was extraordinary at a glance.

The middle-aged man looked at the night sky, and the skylark and fire phoenix flew rapidly, and said to himself, "Lin Yi, today is your death. If others want to obtain the inheritance of Yan Emperor on you, they need to capture you alive, but I don't need it. I just need your own head. Under the practice of the Barbarian Soul Sacrifice and Refining the Great Technique of the Barbarian Soul Clan, the inheritance of Yan Emperor on you will definitely be my own."

"Barbarian Soul Clan!"

Lin Yi looked at the middle-aged man and was shocked.

Unexpectedly, Wenshu Holy Land actually colluded with the Barbarian Soul Clan in the wild forest of the Southern Barbarians. The Barbarian Soul Clan and the Demon Clan, as early as ten thousand years ago, were all among the ancient races.

However, because the barbarian soul clan's cultivation methods are cruel, they often have to sacrifice the souls of humans and animals when practicing. Over time, they are rejected by all races.

Later, with the joint efforts of Emperor Xiaoding and Emperor Demon, he was killed and destroyed.

But no one expected that the Barbarian Soul Clan was not exterminated. One of them escaped into the wild forest at the southernmost end of the southern barbarian area, and survived by chance.

For the human race, the Barbarian Soul Clan is even more hated than the Demon race.

The human funeral tradition emphasizes being buried in peace. Even the bones that died in battle on the battlefield between the two armies will be taken back to their hometown for burial.

However, the Barbarian Soul Clan specially stole the envoy's heads and sacrificed the dead's remnants of souls, which was not tolerated by the human race.

In the human cultivation world, the sin of colluding with the Barbarian Soul Clan is even ten times greater than that of colluding with the Demon Clan.

Lin Yi looked at the circle of skeletons hanging around the middle-aged man's neck and saw that his status in the Barbarian Soul Clan is not low.

Seeing that the man was determined to win and full of confidence, Lin Yi decided to start with him tonight.

Lin Yi moved his body and appeared on the back of the four-winged bat, raising his hand and punching the middle-aged man.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man responded hastily, but was knocked back by Lin Yi with five steps, and had already retreated to the edge of the four-winged bat's back.

"Lin Yi? Hahaha, you finally appeared. Since you have appeared, don't leave. The inheritance of Yan Emperor on you is destined to be from Master Amihan."

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Yi with greed eyes, laughed wildly, took off the circle of skeletons from his neck, and threw them at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi punched the skeleton collar, thunder rolled, gravel rolled down, the strong wind transformed from the vitality swept across the sky, and the surrounding winds changed color.

But the skeleton collar was not broken, but suddenly became bigger and turned into a hundred feet tall ghost in the blink of an eye. Ten hideous and terrifying ghosts surrounded Lin Yi.

The middle-aged man Amihan was thrusting his mouth and recited a string of awkward spells. Ten evil spirits opened their teeth and claws and grabbed Lin Yi.

The whimpering sound of evil ghosts resounded throughout the night sky, and the breath of death was overwhelming.

"Master Amihan trapped Lin Yi. Everyone went to help. Don't let Lin Yi run away."

On the back of a blue nightingale, the gray-haired old man standing side by side with Wu Shuhao said loudly.

Suddenly, dozens of flying mounts rushed towards Lin Yi.

At the foot of Yunduan Mountain, human monks gathered.

There was originally a small city at the foot of Yunduan Mountain. In the past few years, the population was sparse and very sluggish, but today it is crowded, and tens of thousands of monks gathered in just half a day.

All the monks looked up at the sky, paying close attention to the battle in the night sky.

On Yunduan Mountain, there were more than a dozen elders and guardians from various major sects gathered. They all came here to see the legendary Yan Emperor's heritage.

Lin Yi was surrounded by ten evil ghosts transformed into a skeleton collar. He let out a long roar and suddenly used the Thunder God's Hand.

"boom!"

A thunderclap shocked the fields.

The sharp and twisted lightning was like giant pythons, rushing down from the air and lingering on Lin Yi's giant hand.

Lin Yi was floating in the night sky. With a wave of his arm, he knocked a hundred-foot-sized ghost into pieces. Lin Yi moved his body horizontally and blasted out with a palm on his backhand...
Chapter completed!