Zhou Xiaoyu's footsteps that determinedly rushed over also paused, and couldn't help but look at Ye Luo's back, shocked and slightly stunned.

"Uncle Ye, how did it do it? How could Uncle Ye be so powerful..." The tears fell on Zhou Xiaoyu's face.

When the Holy Son of Hehuan saw Ye Luo looking at him coldly, he still said nothing, and became more and more angry. As the Holy Son of Hehuan Sect, no one in this world has ever hurt him among his peers.

"Space Blocking Talisman!" The Holy Son of Hehuan took out an ancient blood-colored Talisman from his arms again. At the same time, a hint of regret flashed across his pale face. Even as a saint son, he had only three talismans of this level.

I used one before, but now I used another one.

Previously, Ye Luo's shadow clone technique should be a mysterious and strange escape in his eyes. He wanted to use this ancient blood-colored talisman to block this space in case Ye Luo used it again, the kind of escape technique that made him afraid and unable to understand.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the last one, a mysterious ancient blood-colored talisman. This talisman is different from the first two, because this one looks even older, with a terrifying blood-colored murderous intent on it, and said coldly and sinisterly: "Hehuan Blood Cage!"

He spoke, and at the same time, he recited an extremely mysterious and mysterious mantra at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, he actually took out a dagger and stabbed it directly into his palm, allowing blood to drip on the talisman.

"Baoshi, I can use the Hehuan Blood Cage. Even if you die, you will be proud!" The Hehuan Saint Son, with a trace of madness in his eyes, actually directly used the ancient forbidden technique of the Hehuan Sect.

Ye Luo had just obtained the shadow clone technique in the small tripod, but had not practiced it yet. With his current ability, he could only use it once per hour, and the shadow clone he had separated was still a phantom, and the Holy Son of Hehuan didn't know.

The Shadow Clan Technique was created by the old man who died in Chao Wen Daoxi. Once practiced, it is definitely not just a Shadow Clan. According to Ye Luo's understanding, as long as the time is right, the divine beast can even be refined into a Shadow Clan.

Ye Luo still said nothing, his murderous intent was even better in his eyes, and his body was like a afterimage. When the Holy Son of Hehuan spoke, he had already rushed over, holding the island's holy object, the moon wheel, was about to fall again.

However, when Ye Luo rushed to the front of the Holy Son of Hehuan, about three steps, a blood-colored cage about three meters suddenly appeared out of thin air, directly trapping Ye Luo in the cage.

The blood-colored cage is all formed by blood columns. On each blood column, there are ancient and mysterious symbols flashing, and the surrounding gravels become shattered directly after touching the blood column.

A trace of vigilance flashed in Ye Luo's cold eyes. The moon wheel in his hand tentatively smashed a pillar on the blood-colored cage, but the pillar was not broken.

Even Ye Luo vaguely felt a terrifying shock force.

"Hahaha, trash, you still want to break the pillars of the cage, it's simply delusional!" The corner of the Holy Son of Hehuan finally showed a cruel sneer.

Then, he spoke again: "This blood-colored cage is the blood-colored talisman carved by the ancient powers of my Hehuan Sect. Once it is used, even the big figures in the Foundation Establishment Stage cannot break it, let alone you? This blood-colored cage will slowly shrink until it will squeeze you into pieces!"

Ye Luo still didn't speak, and the moon wheel in his hand fell down again.

"Hmph, it's useless. You actually hurt me. Today I will let you watch me, and directly work with your niece, He Xiu, and force her to suck her Yuanyin dry!" The Holy Son of Hehuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked directly towards Zhou Xiaoyu.

"Son of Hehuan, dare you, I..." Zhou Xiaoyu's eyes were shaking, and he looked at Ye Luo in the blood-colored cage, his body trembling.

"Haha, are you scared? Don't be afraid, I will make you die in ecstasy! Bonding technique!" A hint of excitement flashed in the eyes of the Holy Son of Hehuan, and a flush flashed across his face.

Zhou Xiaoyu's body was suddenly entangled with an invisible, powerful, and terrifying spiritual power rope and could not move.

"If you dare to touch her, I will make you worse than death!" Ye Luo directly activated the devouring power in the blood-colored cage. However, the mysterious symbol on the blood-colored cage was extremely strange and terrifying, and could not be smashed for a while.

Even if he opened his left eye, closed his right eye and found one of the flaws, this blood-colored cage was a generation of ancient powerful people who assisted the portrayal of supreme formations with essence and blood, and could not be broken in a short time.

The world is vast and the secret technique is mysterious. This blood-colored cage is somewhat beyond Ye Luo's imagination.

"Hahaha! You want to kill me, you're about to die. Do you really think that the saint sons who have inherited the ancient and ancient times will be so easy to kill? It's simply delusional. A sect with a profound background can kill you in seconds with just one trump card!" The saint son Hehuan's tone was cold.

Then, the Holy Son of Hehuan seemed to remember something, paused slightly, and said, "I'm a little curious. The Tiandao Fist only has the first five levels of body refining. The world's body refining techniques have basically been lost. How did you practice to the eighth or ninth level of body refining, and it's still so powerful? Did you get an adventure and pick up the body refining techniques that were before the ancient times, or other reasons?"

"You really want to know?" Ye Luo closed his right eye and opened his left eye. The moon wheel in his hand was still falling to a position in the upper left corner of the blood-colored cage.

"Are you delaying time? Haha, you still want to smash this blood-colored cage?" The Holy Son of Hehuan shook his head contemptuously, then turned to look at Zhou Xiaoyu again, and said, "I will get on this spiritual body first, and come back and interrogate you!"

The Holy Son of Hehuan walked directly to Zhou Xiaoyu, looking evil.

Ye Luo was furious, and the devouring power in his body seemed to be awakened by the ancient giant beast. A sensational aura slowly boiled, and the moon wheel in his hand fell faster.

Zhou Xiaoyu was bound by spiritual energy, trapped and unable to move, with fear and anger.

On Zhou Xiaoyu's back, Master Yu Ji, who had been unconscious, finally opened his eyes, and a powerful terrifying pressure flashed away.

However, she only made one move, and took out a jade talisman in a weak way and crushed it directly.

Her body seemed to have reached the weakest state, and this action seemed to have exhausted all the energy she had accumulated to be unconscious again.

The Holy Son of Hehuan first saw Yu Ji awakening, and suddenly became shocked and fearful. He quickly retreated. He even took out a broken rusty bronze shuttle from his hand, and his body trembled slightly. However, after seeing Yu Ji unconscious again, his steps were paused.

"Hahaha! It's a blessing to be attacked by an old man at the peak of power in the Fusang Holy Land without dying. He also used the forbidden technique of power level. Even if you were a miracle in the cultivation world in the last era, you wouldn't be able to wake up and attack again. Hehe, maybe, I can practice together with Yu Ji!" The light of greed became stronger and stronger in the eyes of the Holy Son of Hehuan.

After observing for a while, and then carefully tentatively, he finally approached again. He reached out and tore Zhou Xiaoyu's clothes apart. His tender and fair skin was suddenly exposed to the air, making people dizzy.
Chapter completed!