Xiao Jingyi also had his own way to resist this feeling of sleepiness, and this scene surprised Wen Huayi very much.

"Brother Yan, how are you?"

He asked.

"I'm okay...what is this?"

Chen Yi shook his head, and the feeling of sleepiness became lighter and lighter. It seemed that the beetle on his fingers played a huge role.

"A low-level downsizing technique... The caster can spend a small amount of life to make the middle-aged practitioner sleep!"

Wen Huayi explains.

Chen Yi looked around and saw that the hall looked very empty. Even if he spoke in a low voice, the sound could reach a distance.

He tried to walk forward a few steps, and the feeling of sleepiness disappeared instantly.

“There is a control range?”

Chen Yi asked strangely.

"The other party is a master of magic... Be careful!" Wen Huayi said cautiously.

The four people walked into the depths of the hall.

"What is this? Is it blood?"

Xiao Wu suddenly looked at the ground and asked.

There are some flowing water stains on the ground, but this color seems a little dark red.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Jingyi, you don't have to follow me... find an opportunity to kill the people here in the dark!"

Chen Yi whispered.

Xiaowu and Xiaojing looked at each other, and the two girls suddenly rushed to the pillars of the hall and then disappeared into the darkness.

"Brother Wen, you said that the guardian of the descending sect protects me from any evil magic, right?"

Chen Yi asked.

"Yes! It will remind you that everything must be limited. If the other party uses his own life as the medium for casting, then I don't know how much protection can block it!"

Wen Huayi nodded.

Chen Yi looked at the dark hall.

"Hey! Come out... I know that you are here, today is your death date!"

He suddenly yelled.

A huge sound echoed in the hall.

"call!"

Suddenly a flame ignited in the corner.

Then flames ignited in every corner, and the scenery in the entire hall fell into Chen Yi's sight.

On the innermost floor of the hall, an old monk sat on an extremely simple cushion, and the man looked at Chen Yi straight.

"The Lord of the Surrender Sect is here in person..."

He asked.

Wen Huayi looked at the other person.

"Master Tianhua? A guy who plays evil magic is also worthy of being called Master?" he asked coldly.

"So what? Where can people nowadays distinguish between evil-clearing and good-natured art?"

The old man said lightly.

Wen Huayi didn't speak because this was the truth.

"What did the sect leader come here? Will he really destroy the Nanyang lineage?" asked the old man.

"You are worthy of me to improve my descending skills? How many things have you Nanyang magicians done in the name of my descending sect? If you are not destroyed, you are sorry for the ancestors of my descending sect!"

Wen Huayi cursed.

The old man opposite slowly stood up, revealing his thin body.

Chen Yi looked at the old man, almost exactly the same as Wen Huayi described, but Wen Huayi also said that these guys who use evil magic cannot determine their age based on their appearance.

Because every use of magic will reduce their lifespan.

"I'm afraid... with me here, it will be difficult for the sect leader to get what he wants." The old man replied.

Wen Huayi showed a cautious look on his face. The other party was undoubtedly an old monster who had been immersed in evil magic for many years. It was a question whether he could deal with it.

"Hey! I'll ask you a few questions first, don't you mind?"

Chen Yi spoke.

"Junior... I should kneel down when talking to me, Master Tianhua!" the old man scolded.

Chen Yi stretched out his right hand and exposed the token of the Iron Camp.

"I need to bow to you? Do you have the courage to say it again?"

He snorted.

When the old man saw the token of Tieying, his face seemed to have changed slightly.

"It seems that the sect leader has invited experts to help." He looked at Wen Huayi.

"To be honest, the Nanyang magician must die!"

Wen Huayi said coldly.

"Just rely on you..."

The old man suddenly stretched out his hand, and he pulled out a huge box from behind, and bright red liquid was oozing out of the box.

He held a dagger in his other hand, and then stabbed the dagger into the box in full view.

"Boom boom!"

There was a thunder sound in the hall.

"You are looking for death... you actually dare to get resentment!"

Wen Huayi stared at him. The other party dared to do such dangerous actions, which shows that the other party's strength is most likely beyond his expectations.

The danger of resentment entering the body is extremely high. One is very life-consuming, and the other is that it is extremely easy to extinguish the three yang fires in the human body!

The old man opposite seemed to be in great pain. His originally dry body was gradually becoming plump, as if his skin and muscles were filled.

"Brother Wen, this is too unscientific, right?"

Chen Yi looked at this scene.

"Resentment is beyond science...you should try to accept it!"

Wen Huayi frowned.

After the resentment enters the body, the other party's body will become extremely powerful. If he fights, he will not be able to withstand it.

But he didn't have anything to crack the resentment into his body!

A cold and cold breath rushed towards him, and Chen Yi couldn't help but take a step back.

The old man in front of him had disappeared, and a man who seemed to be in his thirties was looking at them coldly.

"You want to kill me? You want to destroy the entire Nanyang magician? Even if you are fighting for my life... I will kill you, and the Nanyang magician lineage cannot be cut off!"

He roared.

He rushed towards Wen Huayi.

Wen Huayi quickly took out a small bottle and threw it on the ground, and a smog of smoke rose up.

"You should keep such a method!"

Master Tianhua snorted coldly.

Wen Huayi saw that his methods could not stop the other party, so he took a deep breath.

Master Tianhua punched out, and Wen Huayi blocked it with both arms, but the power of the opponent's punch was beyond imagination, and Wen Huayi was directly knocked away.

He fell to the corner and stopped moving.

"Damn, is that awesome?" Chen Yi stared at the scene with his eyes.

Only then did he realize how arrogant he was when he said that he would destroy the Nanyang magician. The other party's various means were emerging one after another, which was far beyond his imagination.

"It's your turn!"

Master Tianhua looked at Chen Yi coldly.

He absorbed a lot of resentment, but his body was too weak to last too long. To be honest... If it weren't for the Feng Shui treasure land of Shuanghua Temple, he would have died with the strength of his body.

A shadow suddenly appeared, and Xiao Jingyi stood in front of Chen Yi.
To be continued...