It took Han Yu seven days to drive all the thirty-six large formation bases into the ground and seal the thirty-six large points of the dragon veins. At this time, the dragon veins were almost pinned and unable to move.
However, because the dragon vein has not been completely blocked, when it feels hopeless to escape, it will disintegrate on its own, so there is not much time left for Han Yu.
Han Yu refined a few big medicines, and after recovering his energy, he flew up again, preparing to break into seventy-two small formations.
When Han Yu took out the formation and started to move, a figure flying by quickly made Han Yu stop. It seemed that the other party was passing by. Han Yu didn't want to reveal it, so he could only talk about it after he passed by.
But the man suddenly stopped, then turned around and flew towards Han Yu.
Han Yu frowned slightly, did the other party find something? Han Yu quietly put away the formation and looked at each other quietly. From the speed of the opponent, it can be seen that this person is at least a master of the seventh level of Wu Zun. Although Han Yu didn't think what a passerby would do to him, he was still vigilant.
The man stopped a hundred feet away. It was an old man with a square face with Chinese characters. He suddenly grinned, but the smile looked a little scary.
Han Yu asked the white dragon to step back quietly, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
"Kid Han Yu, it really took no effort to find a place to find a place, and I met you here!" The old man sneered. His eyes were gloomy and murderous.
"Who are you?" Han Yu asked.
"True Yuan Sect elder!" The old man shouted in a deep voice. This person is Jia Zhengjing, the second elder of the True Yuan Sect.
Han Yu decisively let the white dragon turn his head and run away. Although Song Jiangchuan was not killed by Han Yu, Han Yu did not think that this person could let him go.
Although Han Yu's current defensive ability would not be terrifying if he competed with a master of the sixth level of Wu Zun, but the opponent was a powerhouse of the ninth level of Wu Zun, and it was definitely not something that Han Yu could shake.
The speed of the white dragon is extremely fast, like a meteor streaking through the void.
"Huh?" Jia Zhengjing was a little surprised. The speed of the white dragon was no less than that of an ordinary master of the seventh level of Wu Zun, which was beyond his expectations.
However, Jia Zhengjing still didn't pay attention to it. Taking a step forward, he seemed to be able to shrink into an inch and chase Han Yu at a faster speed. Just after flying out of the small mountain range that Han Yu was interested in, Jia Zhengjing chased after him. He came to Han Yu's back.
"I bumped into you, you still want to run?" Jia Zhengjing snorted coldly and hit Han Yu's vest with one palm.
Although this palm didn't have much momentum, Han Yu did not dare to underestimate it.
Seeing that Jia Zhengjing's palm was about to slap on Han Yu's back, suddenly the white dragon took a mysterious step, carrying Han Yu away from Jia Zhengjing's attack.
Jia Zhengjing raised his brows. He did not expect that the white dragon is not only fast, but also marvelous.
The movement technique displayed by the white dragon is naturally an ethereal step. It is naturally proficient in the power of the void, and it does not need to be cultivated at all, and the ethereal step can be easily achieved.
However, the strength of the two is not always the same level.
Jia Zhengjing released the powerful breath of Wu Zun Jiuzhong, which made the white dragon like a mountain, the speed was greatly reduced, and it was difficult to perform the ethereal steps, Jia Zhengjing slapped Han Yu again.
This palm, Han Yu can't avoid it.
Han Yu immediately urged Qi Tianjia, and the array pattern shield appeared, and at the same time, a layer of golden gauze appeared on the surface of the skin.
"Master Qi Tian?" Jia Zhengjing was startled again. He didn't expect a little Han Yu to give him so many surprises today.
"Bang!"
Jia Zhengjing's palm slapped heavily on the patterned shield, and the patterned shield was broken. Then it was photographed on Han Yu's vest, and Han Yu's clothes instantly turned to ashes.
Han Yu screamed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew forward.
The white dragon and Han Yu cherish each other in heart, and always keep the same with Han Yu.
Han Yu flew tens of thousands of meters away before stopping. Qi Tianjia was shocked to the point of cracking open, the golden gauze on the surface of his body was shattered, his spine was fractured, his five internal organs were damaged, and he was severely injured.
A master of Wu Zun Jiuzhong, Han Yu can't resist a casual blow.
"I didn't kill Song Jiangchuan, so it's too indiscriminate for you to do this?" Han Yu turned around and glared at Jia Zhengjing.
"Humph!" Jia Zhengjing snorted coldly and strode towards Han Yu, ready to take Han Yu's life.
As soon as Han Yu gritted his teeth, a ruthless look appeared in his eyes, and let the white dragon with a small horn on his back flee quickly to the east, while Han Yu himself flew to the west.
Jia Zhengjing glanced at the white dragon. Although he was very envious of this mount, his goal was still placed on Han Yu.
While fleeing, Han Yu pushed the Boyi knife with all his strength. When the Boyi knife was pushed to the extreme, he decisively turned around and slashed down.
This is the treasured sword that Boyi used to slay the dragon. Although it is only a soldier of the high-ranking venerable, its murderous aura is extremely terrifying.
A cautious look appeared on Jia Zhengjing's face, his vitality surged, wrapped around the surface of his fist, and then he punched the terrifying sword light.
Daomang has the aura of pioneering the world, but Jia Zhengjing's fist does not look very imposing, but after Daomang slashed his fist, it was immediately scattered, and a terrifying vitality poured into Han Yu with the Boyi Dao 's body, ready to destroy Han Yu's meridians with the momentum of annihilation.
"Shh!"
Suddenly, a terrifying devouring power erupted from the black hole, swallowing up Jia Zhengjing's vitality and avoiding Han Yu's death. However, Han Yu was still shocked by the giant force and flew out, crashing through a mountain.
"Crackling..."
Boyi's knife suddenly cracked like a spider web, and then burst open.
Han Yu wiped the blood from his mouth and lay on the ground without moving, staring at Jia Zhengjing.
Jia Zhengjing descended from the sky, grabbed Han Yu's neck and lifted Han Yu up.
"Little thief, you dare to kill my carefully selected talents, today is the time of your karma!" Jia Zhengjing said hideously, looking even more angry than Han Yu.
Jia Zhengjing was really annoyed, but Song Jiangchuan was the candidate he chose with great effort, and he was also the reliance on which he ascended the position of the great elder. He didn't expect to die.
Although the Seven Lights Sect, the archenemy of the True Essence Sect, no longer exists, and the plan of the True Essence Sect can be postponed, he cannot swallow this anger.
"I'll say it again, Song Jiangchuan killed himself by himself, don't deceive people too much, make me anxious, I'll die with you!" Han Yu was furious. This is simply a disaster.
"Haha... perish with me? Do you have the ability? Do you want to blow yourself up? It's up to you, self blowing won't hurt the old man in the slightest. You can die!" The power of Shang has increased greatly, and he wants to strangle Han Yu to death.