This is a battle that has lasted for thousands of years, and it is also a close battle.
Only the real giant spirit family can contend against the black giant spirits. From the results before them, the two giant spirits who have fought for many years cannot help each other. If you leave it alone, this battle may continue. longer.
Yang Kai observed in silence for a while, instead of disturbing them, instead focused his attention on another giant black god.
The black giant god was sitting side by side, slightly squatting, and its towering figure obscured the vast void. One of its arms plunged into the void in front of it, penetrated the boundary wall, and was locked by the two ninth ranks of the human race. In the wind and haze domain on the opposite side, he was unable to move.
Originally there were many wounds on its body. That was the traces left by the strong human race and even the dragon emperor and phoenix queens on its body during the war in the sky. Those wounds continuously flowed out of thick ink like mucus. Li, but after so many years, the wounds on its body are obviously much less, and it is not as scary as Yang Kai saw back then.
Its injuries are slowly recovering!
Yang Xinxing's head is slightly shy, and he is stronger than the Mo clan king. If he is seriously injured, he will need to sleep in the ink nest to recover. This ink giant god does not know any mysterious powers, and can heal the wounds on his own.
Although the speed of healing does not seem fast, it is indeed healing.
Such a powerful existence really cannot be taken by common sense. Think about it, too, when this black giant spirit was banned in the ancestral land of the Holy Spirit, it must have been scarred by the Holy Spirits, but countless tens of thousands of years passed, when Yang Kai went to Fengmo land to see it, it Although the breath is silent, there is no injury left on the surface. It can be seen that this kind of peculiar strong man could heal his wounds by himself.
As if he had noticed Yang Kai's prying eyes, the black giant god who had closed his eyes and calmed down suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Yang Kai.
The invisible coercion, instantly like a universe, pressed on Yang Kai's shoulders, making him short in shape.
The cultivation base of the eighth-rank Kaitian is almost beyond the existence of the ninth-rank, and there is really a big gap!
However, Yang Kai has not experienced such a thing. When this black giant spirit was resurrected in the ancestral land of the Holy Spirit, he had chased the opponent all the way. Overwhelmed.
Motivated by the power of Xiao Qiankun, Yang Kai slowly straightened up.
In the distant void, the black giant spirit seemed to have a chuckle, and ignored him.
It's like seeing a funny bug. Except for amusement, there is not much need to pay attention to. What about the eighth rank, the ninth rank of the human race is not in the eyes, and it will not come to a dozen or twenty nines. Pin joins forces, never want to fight him.
Yang Kai slowly closed his eyes. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Two ancestors, Yang Kai bows!"
The voice passed through the boundary wall pierced by the arm of the black giant god, into the ears of Xiaoxiao and Wu Qing who were sitting in the opposite wind and mist domain.
Both of them were startled, and the ancestor Xiaoxiao hurriedly said: "Yang Kai, are you in the realm of air?"
"Yes!" Yang Kai replied, opening the door of his own small universe, and began to summon the small stone clan army.
In the ancestral land, even though he had handed over the 20 million little stone clan army of the 7th-Rank Mo Disciple, he still had several million spares on his side.
However, the remaining Xiaoshi clan, there is no such kind of strong Xiaoshi clan. They are all ordinary Xiaoshi clan soldiers. They can't play a big role in the war, but for him, it is very good. Boost.
"What are you doing over there?" Xiaoxiao Old Ancestor was a little strange, "How is the human race situation now?"
Yang Kai continued to summon the Xiaoshi tribe army, batch after batch, and soon, there were densely packed with Xiaoshi tribes around him, and he replied: "The situation is still stable, the ancestors don't need to worry. I'm here... to collect interest from the Mo tribe. ."
"Taking interest?" Wu Qing's puzzled voice sounded.
Yang Kai yelled, "Two ancestors, please be careful!"
"What are you going to do?" Wu Qing suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling in the wind and haze domain. He glanced at each other with the ancestor Xiaoxiao, both of them concentrating on guard.
In the airspace, the black giant god also frowned, watching Yang Kai's movements intently.
With the fall of Yang Kai’s voice, two million little stone tribes passed by like locusts, rushing towards the black giant spirit, one by one, not afraid of death, even in the face of such a behemoth as the black giant spirit, there is no fear. .
Their intelligence is low, and the characteristics of their ethnic groups are to grow by swallowing each other, so they don't know what death is. For them, death is just another way of continuation.
With the help of the small stone clan to stimulate the light of purification, there are advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it is sufficiently concealed, but the disadvantage is that it is not flexible enough. Once the small stone clan is killed in battle, the debris will remain in place.
But it is the best to deal with such immovable targets as the black giant god.
The two million little stone clan was vast and mighty, and it was killed in front of the black giant god in an instant. Even if the two million army gathered, in front of this behemoth, it was not worth mentioning.
Judging from the scene, it looked like a group of mosquitoes buzzing around a person.
The vast and boundless power of ink will emerge from the spirit body of the giant ink god. The background displayed by the king and the false king is completely incomparable.
Although the ink giant spirit didn't know what Yang Kai was going to do, it wouldn't let him easily succeed.
The strong ink power enveloped the small stone clan army like a tide, silently.
In the blink of an eye, the ink color receded like a tide, but the army of the two million little stone tribes had no life, and even every little stone tribe remained intact, with no scars visible.
Even Yang Kai didn't know what method the black giant god used to kill these little stone tribes.
"What are you doing?" The ink giant god finally spoke, his tone slightly teasing.
Yang Kai stretched out both hands, and the two marks on the back of his hands began to heat up, and he said viciously, "Beat you!"
The smile on the face of the ink giant spirit diminished in an instant.
The light of yellow and blue suddenly imprinted on the void, blending with each other.
The ink-colored tide that had receded once again surging out, more surging than before.
The pure white light began to bloom, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a huge white ball, as if a sun star fell.
This huge white halo was more than ten times stronger than Yang Kai's movement in the ancestral land of the Holy Spirit. The light not only enveloped the void, but also enveloped the huge body of the black giant god.
The sacrifice of two million little stone clan army alone can't do this level. Yang Kai was in the ancestral land of the Holy Spirit, but he sacrificed three million little stone clan army, but the result was not as good as the power of this place. 10%.
The reason for such a huge difference is that Yang Kai was cruel this time, and before summoning the small stone clan army, he distributed a large amount of topaz and aquamarine to them.
This time the sacrifice was not only the power in the two million little stone clan army, but also the massive amounts of topaz and aquamarine.
Yang Kai consumed 30 to 40% of the things found from Big Brother Huang and Big Sister Lan.
If piled up, those topaz and blue crystals can pile up into hills.
The effort is so huge, and the effect is impressive.
The pure light envelops the black giant spirit body, and the shadowless and invisible power erodes into its body. In the huge body, the power of ink is quickly dissipated and purified.
The black giant spirit roared and struggled frantically.
In the wind and haze domain, Xiaoxiao and Wu Qing finally understood why Yang Kai asked them to be careful.
The two of them have been sitting here for two to three thousand years, and they have been working together to clamp an arm of the black giant god with mystery. Originally, the strength of the two of them alone was not enough to do this, but the arm of the black giant god hit After passing through the boundary wall, it is equivalent to that they are fighting against the black giant spirit, and the power that the other party can exert has been greatly weakened, so they can always be safe and sound.
However, at this moment, being tortured by the light of purification, the black giant spirit began to struggle frantically. The first thing to do was to pull back his arm, get rid of the predicament, and squeeze Yang Kai, the initiator, to death.
On the huge mountain-pillar arms, chains clashed, and the boundless power of ink began to surge, trying to break free from the shackles of the chains.
Wu Qing and Xiaoxiao's expressions changed greatly, and they did not hesitate to sway their own, frantically urging various secret techniques to restrain them.
Thanks to these years, the two have continuously strengthened the restriction, otherwise the riot at that moment may really make the ink giant god get out of trouble.
Because of this, the pressure of the two of them increased greatly, and they were surprised and pleased.
Surprisingly, I don't know what methods Yang Kai used to make the black giant god so madly irritated. What is gratifying is that the descendants of the human race are expected to be able to use the means to harm the black giant god with the eighth-rank Kaitian cultivation base.
The bursting round of the white star of the sun took more than ten breaths of effort before it slowly dissipated.
Xiaoxiao and Wuqing ancestors seem to have spent thousands of years...
When everything calmed down, the two looked at each other, and they both saw the sweat and fear on each other's foreheads, and the chains that locked the arms of the ink giant gods broke countlessly, and they hurriedly repaired them in a panic.
However, they also know that if the black giant spirit really wants to get out of trouble, it can actually be done, but it must abandon its restrained arm, which can be described as a real brave man!
Abandoning an arm may have no life impact on the ink giant spirit, but it will greatly damage its strength. When it is not a last resort, the ink giant spirit will never do this, which gives them the opportunity to continue to restrain each other.
In the airspace, Yang Kai looked calm, quietly looking at the huge figure still shrouded in white radiance, his expression indifferent.