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The cage composed of countless spiritual light nets made a shrill cry under the dragon's claws.

Every thread of spiritual power was stretched almost to the limit.

The trapped resentful dragon let out bursts of roars.

The icy and violent aura almost completely destroyed everyone in front of it.

Even with the combined strength of so many people, Yun Qingyao, who was at the center, had a pale face and bright red blood began to seep out of all her orifices.

The gap in strength was still a little too much for her to bear.

But her eyes were full of determination, and she had no intention of giving up.

Feng Qiuyan's bone flute at the side cracked into spider web patterns, and the spiritual power gushing from the wrists of the Hongyan Sect disciples mixed with traces of blood and condensed into substance in the air.

Their beautiful faces are aging rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Obviously, in order to help Ye Tianming buy time, they directly chose to burn their own essence!

"The seventh breath!"

It was a heavy and difficult voice, and I didn't know who was speaking from.

Even if it is a life or death decision, no one chooses to retreat!

Wen Tianyu roared and pressed the formation diagram, and the seven elders of Tianzhe Pavilion detonated their life-saving magic weapons at the same time.

The exploding starlight forcibly tore a tiny gap in the belly of the resentful dragon.

The Great Elder of Dan City took the opportunity to stuff all the Burning Heaven Pills into the wound.

The burning power of the flame that can be generated by the Burning Heaven Pill is comparable to real earth fire.

Such a terrifying flame is hard to come by, especially the gushing power of the flame, which turns into balls of purple fire that gushes out from the gaps in the dragon scales.

In just a moment, the resentful dragon roared in pain, and then its huge body collided violently.

Even the formation they had cast had cracks after being attacked from left and right.

But Ye Tianming just said that they should hold on for seven breaths.

Therefore, no matter how terrifying it is, they cannot retreat!

Although Ye Tianming was aware of the reactions of the crowd, his mind and reason told him that even if he took action, it would be of no avail.

Only as soon as possible can we truly promote the Amitabha Mantra.

Thinking of this, Ye Tianming closed his eyes slightly, and the golden blood on his fingertips drew a mysterious trajectory in the void, and every stroke seemed to be able to move the abyss not far away.

Even with his movements, the rusty sword and armor fragments buried in the Dragon Burial Abyss rose into the air, forming an inverted sword tomb under the guidance of the runes.

The Kunpeng wings that appeared behind Ye Tianming began to dissipate, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

As her movements became more complicated over and over again, perhaps everything was still in time.

"Crack!"

Before I knew it, I had already persisted for eight breaths.

At the eighth breath, the cage that everyone had condensed exploded.

Yun Qingyao was blown away by the recoil force, and her back smashed three dragon tomb steles before she could stop.

Feng Qiuyan's bone flute was completely shattered, and five of the weaker disciples of the Hongyan Sect fell like kites with broken strings, their bodies corroded by the dragon's resentment in mid-air and turned into white bones...

For a moment, the scene was absolutely crazy and terrifying.

Ninth breath!

Cracks appeared in the starlight barrier of Tianzhe Pavilion.

Wen Tianyu roared and used the formation diagram to the extreme, his white hair turned to ashes in an instant: "All the stars in the sky, obey my command!"

In this situation, if I can’t use powerful force, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on to the end!

The only thing is to burn your lifespan!

Only in this way can you gain powerful strength to resist the dragon's claws and stop the resentful dragon!

Ye Tianming's movements instantly made crackling sounds like pouring boiling water into waste oil.

Perhaps it sensed the crisis, the huge resentful dragon also seemed to sense the crisis.

The next second, the blood-red eyes of the resentful dragon shot out red light, and then the scales suddenly opened.

It turned out to be the third vertical pupil!

Everyone's heart trembled, and they felt a terrifying pressure.

Just when the uneasiness in everyone's hearts had not yet subsided, the blood light suddenly shot out from the vertical pupil and pierced through the sky and earth.

The talisman for rebirth drawn by Ye Tianming trembled violently before the last stroke.

Little Stone screamed in his sea of ​​consciousness to mobilize the last source of chaos, and his voice became urgent.

"This is the last bit of strength I can use. Stop it quickly!"

At the end of his words, Xiao Shitou's voice became weak.

Even until that terrifying force collided with the power exerted by Ye Tianming, it was still no match for the overwhelming resentment surging from the depths of the dragon's tomb.

The remnants of the dragon souls that had been suppressed for ten thousand years turned into a black tide and flowed back into Ye Tianming's meridians along the runes.

"puff!"

The blood that Ye Tianming spat out condensed into half of a broken Taoist pattern in the air, and the sharp claws of the resentful dragon had penetrated the starlight barrier.

Wen Tianyu's body, burned into charcoal, fell from the sky, and the alchemy furnace of the great elder of Dancheng melted into molten iron in the dragon's breath.

At the last moment, Ye Tianming slapped the unfinished rebirth talisman against his heart, and his whole body turned into a golden meteor and crashed into Ni Lin.

The last bit of strength was interrupted, and there was no chance anymore.

We can only fight head-on!

The next second, Ye Tianming was completely engulfed by the blood-red vortex that erupted from his vertical pupils!

The moment the blood-colored vortex swallowed up the last bit of golden light, Yun Qingyao's Ice Phoenix Sword suddenly broke into two pieces.

She stumbled towards the dust kicked up by the dragon's claws, and her bloody fingertips only grabbed half a piece of charred clothes: "Tianming..."

Before he could even utter the words "be careful", Ye Tianming's figure completely disappeared.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet and peaceful.

The right arm of the Great Elder of Dan City was reduced to nothing but white bones as a result of the recent battle.

Seeing Yun Qingyao about to rush into the whirlpool, he quickly grabbed her cloak and said, "Fairy Yun, don't be impulsive. Ye Xiaoyou is a lucky man! Listen--"

His trembling left hand pointed at the dragon's reverse scale, and the sound of the chaotic bell faintly penetrated the dragon's roar. "He was able to fight many people alone before. This little power can't hurt him..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a smug voice beside him.

"Old man, are you kidding me?"

Xiong Potian's broken left leg was also reduced to just white bones. He seemed to be in more than just pain, and a strange laugh like a night owl came from his mouth.

He pointed at the whirlpool of reverse scales, his eyes full of surprise: "Look, God bless us! He actually swallowed up that bastard Ye Tianming! The souls of those swallowed by the resentful dragon will at least suffer the torment of purgatory! Hahahaha..."

This proud voice immediately caught Yan Jin's attention.

Yan Jin climbed up from the pool of blood, his left eye socket was dripping with blood, but only one eyeball was left, full of hatred: "You bastards from the Golden Light Palace! Let's see how you can still be so proud this time!"

Sima Qingtian's rotten body suddenly twitched, and the half of his face embedded in the dragon bone let out a sharp hissing sound: "Look! The dragon horn is shedding its skin!"

I saw a tumor protruding on the forehead of the resentful dragon, and the same chaotic Taoist patterns as Ye Tianming appeared on its surface.

The souls of those suppressed monks suddenly began to burn, burning the patterns of the seventy-two constellations on the dragon scales.

The long cry of Kunpeng suddenly rang out in Yun Qingyao's shattered sea of ​​consciousness, and her blood-stained eyelashes trembled violently.

This time, can Ye Tianming still bear it?