Wen Qing frowned and looked around carefully. In the cave as thick as ink, he could not see anything at all at the moment. ¡°If he hadn¡¯t used Thousand Jue Fingers just now and accumulated a moment of vitality, he might be able to recover some strength and help himself see the surrounding environment. ¡°After all, he couldn¡¯t see anything at this moment, and he was no different from a blind man. "This cunning guy." As time passed little by little, the less Qin Yi's sound was around, the more nervous Wen Qing felt. His heart was pounding like a thunder drum, and it even made his eardrums tremble. Suddenly, the wind started blowing again. Wen Qing frowned slightly, clearly feeling that a figure was quickly approaching him. "What is it this time? Is it him?" Wen Qing felt uneasy and hesitant, but he made a decision immediately. He must not make mistakes now. Any mistake may lead to his own death. This result is unacceptable to anyone. Judging the direction of the air flow, Wen Qing's eyes suddenly focused: "Thousand Jue Finger." One finger tore through the sky and headed towards the opponent. The overwhelming momentum was so vast that in an instant, the surrounding space was sealed. generally. Immediately, Wen Qing felt that a figure was blocked in mid-air. "This person must be him." Wen Qing secretly prayed in his heart, pointed at it, and with a bang, the bubble of hope in Wen Qing's heart seemed to explode in an instant. "It's not that guy." Wenqing's heart suddenly sank. Almost at the same moment, another strong wind struck, aiming directly at his back. "This time it must be you." Wen Qing shouted loudly, and threw his arms back like a whip: "Qianjuezhi." Bang. With a loud noise, the puppet controlled by Qin Yi was knocked away. But this time, the puppet did not fall apart like the previous two, but was pushed back more than ten feet. There were cracks on the surface, but it did not affect the specific actions. This also shows that Wen Qing's power has been consumed too much by the two previous moves. Chao Wenqing looked over, and as Qin Yi expected, Wenqing's face looked tired at the moment, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. When he struggled to stand up, he kept shaking, as if he would fall down at any time. "It should be just the last bit." Qin Yi sneered and decided to throw the last straw at Wen Qing. Wen Qing was sweating continuously at this moment. He felt that all the bones in his body were sore and his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand stone. "What was it that I just broke Where did this guy come up with so many tricks" Wen Qing bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the stinging pain came through, making his whole body tremble, and he felt a little more energetic. In the void, there were two soft sounds at this time. Although the voice was very soft, Wen Qing judged immediately that there were two things heading towards him. "Twohow can there be two" At this moment, Wen Qing suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from the center of his eyebrows. In an instant, he felt like his head was about to explode. It feels like being torn open and the vagina being violently stirred. "Spiritual thoughts, spiritual power." Although the eyes were darkening and the severe pain made Wen Qing want to smash his head, but after all, he was a monk in the holy realm, and his vision was not comparable to that of ordinary people. He instantly knew what kind of attack he was under. "It turned out to be a spiritual attack. This guy, I still underestimated him." Just when Wen Qing was shocked and angry, two strong winds suddenly accelerated and were in front of him in an instant. "Thousand Jue Fingers." In haste, Wen Qing pointed forward with one finger. Snapped. There was a crisp sound, and a puppet was knocked upside down, but it quickly stabilized its figure. At the same time, the palm of another puppet, like a blade, cut into Wen Qing's back. With a sneer, it tore with force, and immediately tore a deep strip on Wen Qing's back. Bones were visible, and the wound was a full foot long. "Ah." The severe pain from the wound and the severe pain in his head made Wen Qing almost fall into hysterical madness. Suddenly, he turned around and grabbed the puppet's neck, and a huge force surged from his arm, and he was about to Break the puppet's neck. ?Qin Yi's eyes narrowed, and his mind was like a spear, stabbing Wen Qing hard again. He was not going to let Wen Qing destroy a puppet so that Wen Qing could have a chance to breathe. "Ah." Wen Qing felt as if there was a high-speed drill in his head. He raised his head and screamed again, and blood spurted out from his nostrils and mouth at the same time. It is simply unimaginable that a cultivator in the holy realm would be forced into this state by the god realm, but now this is what happened. "Iah." He wanted to say something cruel, but Wen Qing's voice was immediately interrupted, because the puppet whose neck was stuck by him reversed everything, and his palm directly penetrated Wen Qing's arm, and a whole muscle along with it All the big tendons were pulled out alive, and blood burst out. "You're going to die." "You're dead." "You're done this time." Qin Yi kept hitting Wen Qing hard with his spiritual thoughts, and at the same time conveyed anger and despair to him. With the current strength of Qin Yi¡¯s spiritual thoughts and the weakening level of Wen Qing¡¯s spiritual thoughts, Qin Yi can completely defeat Wen Qing in just a few strokes. But Qin Yi didn't do this. He had a good sense of proportion and could make Wen Qing feel great pain every time, but he would not faint. The purpose of doing this is to force Wen Qing to summon the Wanhua Palace. As Wen Qing¡¯s magic weapon, he must only use it when he feels that his life is about to be in danger. Qin Yi now wants to make Wen Qing feel desperate. In fact, Wen Qing is now in a desperate situation. He had already been seriously injured in order to force out the fire of ignorant karma from his body. Now, his whole body was covered with wounds, his muscles were turned upside down, blood surged out as if there was no cost, and his spiritual thoughts were even more intense. The result of being constantly tortured by Qin Yi was that Wen Qing's hair was disheveled and he looked like a madman, with blood spurting out from his eyes, nose, and mouth. At this moment, a thought, like a madman, kept expanding, shouting and roaring in Wen Qing's body. "I'm going to be killed, I'm going to be killed. I'm in the Holy Spirit realm, but I'm going to be killed by a little miscellaneous fish. I'm not willing to accept it. I'm not willing to accept it. He's taking advantage of the situation. I'm just unlucky. I can't just die like this, yes, yes, I still have a trump card, I still have the Wanhua Palace, I still have the Wanhua Palace. " Qin Yi stared at Wen Qing at the moment, looking at the other party holding him like a madman. His head roared in pain and muttered to himself. Suddenly, Qin Yi felt that the momentum coming from Wen Qing changed suddenly. A majestic force, like the rising sun, was about to erupt. out,