The dice rotates and finally stops.

Six, five, five!

Sixteen o'clock!

Yang Qifeng breathed a sigh of relief in secret. The pressure put on Wanchu was quite small. According to Yang Qifeng's judgment, this guy was likely to have passed the third heavenly pass and got stuck in the immortal.

The thunder tribulation has been overcome nine times, and it is only a matter of attracting the aura of the immortal spirit and becoming an immortal.

He still felt the pressure. He didn't know whether Jin Ying said anything, but he still believed it in his heart.

After gently wiping the sweat on his forehead, Yang Qifeng felt that his heart was like a roller coaster, twists and turns.

Continuous changes, from the appearance of the black strong man, feeling panic, to the steadfastness of the black strong man's death, to the current threatening uneasiness.

This extremely exciting mood has changed more than he has experienced over the past hundred years.

This extremely exciting career is not something Yang Qifeng likes.

Next time, he will definitely not come to the Buddha Emperor Cave Heaven.

Destiny is not controlled by oneself and is controlled by others, which makes him feel too frustrated.

In the next round, as long as the next round, when he starts to roll dice, he can distance himself from these people.

They only have three dices, but he himself has six. Yang Qifeng didn't want to throw the largest point directly at one time, thirty-six points.

He could get rid of it after more than eighteen o'clock. They caught up with him and started fighting directly.

In terms of strength, Yang Qifeng does not have an advantage, and the only thing he has to do is to avoid contact with them.

A lot of thoughts flashed in his heart, but he was staring at Wan Chu's movements with his eyes. Seeing Wan Chu easily killing a Taoist priest among the sixteen-point grids, he felt much better, but this didn't last long.

The last person, he threw eighteen o'clock.

Holding the black knife tightly, Yang Qifeng's expression became solemn, and his ears automatically filtered out Jin Ying's nonsense.

His spirit is constantly improving.

It is as motionless as a mountain, it is like a mountain.

When this Taoist walked into the eighteenth grid, Yang Qifeng's black knife in his hand, without any hesitation, leaned forward slightly and slashed his head.

He relies on the power of the fire qilin, and he relies on the power of the high.

The black knife is rolling in the air, moving forward without any progress.

When it is time to fight, you must fight to the death. Yang Qifeng also understands that this battle is a life-and-death battle.

He has no room to retreat, nor does the other party. If he cannot win, he will die. It is a very simple truth.

Among the remaining people, Yang Qifeng is a soft persimmon, which is the best thing to pinch.

Originally, most of the people who entered the Buddha Emperor Cave Heaven were the Yuanshen Period and the thunder tribulation period were the least, but now, the rest are all thunder tribulation, and the Yuanshen Period, and only Yang Qifeng is left.

He has become the best soft persimmon to pinch. This Taoist is not like Wanchu.

With strong strength, you can choose any place to kill the occupied person.

This person is just a thunder tribulation, and he has no choice at all.

Others are stronger than him. Although Yang Qifeng's chance of a trap is quite high, other places are not as small as it is.

Even if there are no traps, he will not have much hope of defeating the other place.

Fighting hard, it happened after the Taoist came.

Thunder spread, and a stimulating look shot out from the Taoist's eyes. The long sword slowly came slowly, and then came first and pointed to the black sword.

When, the crisp sound of impact sounded.

The swords and swords shook each other, but the sword just paused for a moment and continued to move forward.

Seeing this, Yang Qifeng slashed out with another sword.

At a disadvantage, this was within his expectations.

The opponent's strength is one level higher than his Yuanshen Stage.

Even if Yang Qifeng's soul and body refining dual cultivation, the suppression of the power of thunder has greatly reduced Yang Qifeng's strength.

This knife, a thunderous force spread on the black knife, mixed with a blazing flame.

Two thunder powers meet, conflict with each other, and disappear intovisible.

This thunder power was only the most superficial use. Neither Taoist nor Yang Qifeng had understood the thunder power. This was just an enlightenment that arises after the tribulation.

The master of thunder tribulation crushes the Yuanshen period in the power of thunder.

In the Daze Mountain, Yang Qifeng was struck by the Nine Tribulation Thunder once. Although he was injured, the benefits he gained were even more.

The fire exploded with all its strength, and the flame turned into a huge wave, and in an instant, it swallowed the Taoist.

The Taoist body shook, and his figure turned into a weak state, but he planned to dodge.

The black knife carries layers of fire waves and continues to wave without changing direction at all.

Yang Qifeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the Taoist, showing a sarcastic look.

Dodge, do you think this is in the outside world, and in this Buddha Emperor Cave Heaven, it can only be located in the eighteenth grid.

Do you want to hide?

That's unrealistic!

You can't hide at all, this space is too small.

The black knife passed by, and Yang Qifeng put his backhand away.

The flames rose, burning all the splashing blood, along with the Taoist corpse.

He reached out and grabbed the aisle's space equipment and put it away.

Yang Qifeng didn't even look at it, but looked at the dice that was already floating in front of him.

"What a smart guy,"

"First show the enemy as weak, then suddenly exploded and caught the opponent off guard."

A low voice sounded, and Yang Qifeng took it completely as the wind in his ears. He sat upright on Huo Qilin and began to regulate his breathing.

This rule is becoming more and more chaotic. At the beginning, there were protective measures. Now, in the same location, you can start attacking directly.

A few seconds later, under the urging of Jin Ying, Yang Qifeng slapped the six dices in front of him.

Whoosh swosh swosh!!!!!!!!!

The rotating dice was rotated for more than ten seconds before it stopped.

Five, one, four, six, three, two,

A total of 21:00.

This time, Yang Qifeng did not have good luck, all of them were six, reaching thirty-six points.

But after more than eighteen o'clock and three o'clock, Yang Qifeng was already satisfied.

The fire kilin moved forward step by step, and came to a slope of earth. He felt relieved.

There is no change, this is the best change.

Yang Qifeng didn't want to continue to receive the reward.

With three more dice and the first throw, the advantage is so obvious. As long as this continues, the victorious person will definitely belong to him.

Eighteen, the snake demon followed closely.

There was no change, and he was three steps behind Yang Qifeng. His cold eyes kept looking at Yang Qifeng.

"What's going on? Why not me?"

A roaring shout rang out in the Buddha Emperor's Cave Heaven.

The voice was filled with strong anger.

Anger is not concealed at all.
Chapter completed!