However, when a large number of eight-grade Xiaoshi tribes appeared, Monaya's heart was shaken. He didn't know whether the Supreme Clan could still protect himself in the face of such a method.

However, he could not think too much at this moment. His battle with Mi Jinglun had already fallen into a disadvantage. If he was distracted, he would be in danger and could only put away his distractions.

On the other hand, more than two thousand eighth-grade small stone tribes rushed towards the ink-colored giant god under Yang Kai's command. These eighth-grade small stone tribes were all burly, but they were still as small as ants in front of the ink-colored giant gods.

This scene is like an ant colony siege besieging elephants. The eighth-grade small stone tribes cling to various parts of the body of the ink-colored giant god, using both hands and feet, and holding them tightly.

Yang Kai stretched out his hands, and the Sun and Yin Record on the back of his hand burst into dazzling light that he had never seen before. While clenching his fists, he shouted loudly: "Explode!"

Under the guidance of the Sun and Taiyin Record, all the eighth-grade small stone tribes burst into yellow and blue light. The light seemed to flow out from the bodies of these small stone tribes, which was the extremely pure and rich power of the Sun and Taiyin.

A little bit of light seemed to dripping in the clear water, and quickly turned into a halo. Balls of halos blended and connected with each other, stretching into pieces, covering the huge airspace.

In just three breaths, the yellow and blue colors melted and disappeared, and were replaced by dazzling white light that was pure enough to be unobstructed with the slightest impurity.

The white light was not too dazzling at first, but after a moment of collapse and contraction, it suddenly spread outward.

The entire vast battlefield was shrouded in light in an instant. The army of the two tribes of the people and Mo tribes on the battlefield, regardless of their cultivation level, even at levels like the King Lord and the Ninth Grade, was completely blank, and they lost all the images and could not see them.

The noisy and tragic battlefield was strangely quiet for a moment, and time seemed to have stopped flowing.

The extremely pure and bursting light penetrated the barriers of the void and shone into the depths of the battlefield of the Ink.

The explosion of the purified light when the ink destroyer was blasted is simply a battle between the light of fireflies and the bright moon.

Since the human race mastered the use of purification light to restrain the power of ink, there has never been such a large-scale burst of purification light.

That was the method brought by Yang Kai to sacrifice a total of two thousand eighth-grade small stone tribes at once. Even Yang Kai himself could not predict the terrifying power.

On a battlefield near the source of the Purification Light, there were originally a large number of Mo clan troops guarding the defense line here, but when the light burst out, a large number of Mo clan auras on this defense line were withering in just a few breaths, and those who survived by chance also all fell sharply.

The explosion of the purification light brought by the two thousand eighth-grade Xiaoshi clans has completely collapsed this line of defense.

Other war zones have been more or less affected by the purified light, and almost all the Mo tribes contaminated by the purified light have lost their strength to a certain extent.

After more than a dozen breaths, the dazzling light gradually dissipated, and the strange tranquility was broken by killing and noise. The unpredictable Mo tribe screamed in pain. The power of ink continued to evacuate uncontrollably on the surface of his body, as if he accidentally fell into the oil pan...

Seeing this situation, how could the human army, which was already attacking with all its might, missed the opportunity? The light of purification is of great harm to the Mo clan, but it has no effect on the human race. Originally, the Mo clan army fought to the death and was difficult to break through many fronts, but now the various armies of the human race have obtained this opportunity and easily broke through the defense lines in one go, killing the Mo clan army to be defeated.

Yang Kai himself did not expect that after the killer weapon against the ink-colored giant god was released, the trend of the war was rewritten to a certain extent, and the casualties of human soldiers were reduced.

At this moment, he did not pay attention to the battlefield of the two tribes, but turned his head to look somewhere in the void. In that direction, a huge creature stood tall, and it was the ink-colored giant god.

This ink-colored giant god originally came out of the Holy Spirit Ancestor Land, and was also the one that Xiaoxiao and Wu Qing have been pinned for thousands of years. Yang Kai has dealt with it several times.

It has never seen Yang Kai in person, because from its standpoint, no matter how powerful Yang Kai is, he is just an ant. Whether it is a stronger ant or a weaker ant, there is no difference between it.

But now, it finally faces the ant that it ignores, because this ant actually has the ability to hurt it, even though it is relying on external forces.

Yang Kai's eyes swept across the arms and thighs of the giant ink god. As soon as he saw it, the arm had been torn apart, and one thigh disappeared. Ink blood, which was as sticky as slurry, spewed out of the huge wound, as if two fountains of ink blood were added in the void, and the scene was spectacular.

And its lost arms were now held tightly in Ada's arms, and its lost thighs were also tucked between its legs by Ada.

The moment the purification light burst out, this guy suddenly chose to escape with a broken tail!

Yang Kai frowned slightly. Judging from the torn wounds on the arms and thighs of the ink-colored giant god, it took the initiative to do such injuries, because it could not get rid of Ada's clamping, so it had to regain freedom in this resolute way.

Yang Kai secretly rejoiced that when he summoned the eighth-grade small stone tribes, he let them stick closely to the ink-colored giant gods, otherwise it would be possible to avoid the most direct impact of the purification light.

Although he failed to maximize the damage of the Purification Light, he lost one arm and one leg because of it. Moreover, Yang Kai could obviously detect that the other party's aura had weakened a lot.

Even though it breaks away from Ada's clamp by breaking its arms and one leg, the purifying light always plays a big role. This can only be seen from the rich ink power that constantly radiates from the opposite body surface.

Such a giant ink-colored god is no longer the most daunting and desperate supreme powerhouse before.

Yang Kai raised his hand and grabbed the Canglong Spear. The power of the Great Way was shaken. The long river of time and space was sacrificed, and the long river coiled over the spear, making the Canglong Spear more inexplicable spirituality.

"Ada, let's get on!" Yang Kai shouted softly, holding his gun in his hand, his momentum gradually rising, and forbearing for many years, he could finally exert his strength without any scruples in this battle. Yang Kai cheered in his heart, feeling that he had escaped a shackle bound on his body and regained his freedom.

"Okay!" Ada responded in a buzzing voice.

Immediately, it grabbed the arms and thighs that the opponent had thrown away with both hands, and directly regarded them as its weapons. It swung and smashed them into the void, shattering the void, shaking the four poles, and was majestic!

Yang Kai turned his head with difficulty, and looked at Ada, who was gradually moving away, and his momentum that had risen to the extreme almost blew.

"Where is it, I can't see it!" The big thunderous sound vibrated the void, and the eyes were white.

Even though it was covered by the purified light at close range, it did not cause too much damage to Ada, but it could not see for a moment, so how could it know where the opponent was?

Without waiting for Yang Kai to remind him, a great crisis had already enveloped him. Yang Kai suddenly turned his head and looked at him. The ink-colored giant god raised his only big hand and covered him in the direction he was.

The big hand covered the void. It seemed slow, but it was actually extremely fast. And at the moment when the big hand covered it, Yang Kai even felt that the void around him had solidified.

The power of this attack was terrifying. Yang Kai clearly saw the scene of the void shattering where the big hand covered it.

There was no way to avoid it. Yang Kai shouted loudly, lifted his gun and stabbed it straight on the spear. The long river of time and space fluctuated, and the power of the great way filled the blockade, breaking the space. Yang Kai and the man and the gun were united, turning into a stream of light, and facing the big hand.

Before he could really contact, the power of Peiran Mo Yu came towards him. Yang Kai felt that he was hitting an invisible escape that was as solid as a golden slaughter. His body shook violently, and his castration as fast as thunder was blocked. His body turned from extreme movement to extreme static, and a mouthful of golden blood was spurted out.

At this moment, the big hand that blocked all his vision suddenly closed, and he was in a state of being able to pinch him to death.

The big hand clenched, and a stream of light rushed out through the gap between the hand slits. However, it was a time of crisis, and Yang Kai rushed out.

The great power of heaven and earth surged, and the power of the great way shook. Yang Kai's figure turned into a ray of thunder and rushed up like a thunder dragon along the other party's arm that was exploring.

Since he practiced with the power of Qiankun in the Star Realm, Yang Kai has never taken full advantage of his efforts, because he has been hiding his true strength so as not to let Monaye discover any clues, so he doesn't know what kind of situation he will take full advantage of.

Until now!

Facing a giant ink-colored god alone, he no longer reserved.

In the small universe, surging power continued to flow out, and the improvement of cultivation seemed to make himself more calm in the use of the power of the Great Dao. He had never felt such a powerful force before. This power even made him have an illusion that even if Mo Benzun stood in front of him, he could pierce it all over his body...

Fast, so fast that it is hard to say.

In an instant, Yang Kai had already followed the arm of the ink-colored giant god to its neck. After hesitating for a moment between transforming into a dragon and keeping it in shape, Yang Kai chose the latter, stabbing a spear in his hand, and the sky covered the gun shadows of the ink-colored giant god's neck.

The roar came out, and the pain in the eyes of the giant ink-colored god became stronger and stronger.

Originally, it was injured by the purified light, and it broke its arm and one leg, and it suffered great pain. At this moment, it was becoming more and more unbearable by Yang Kai's fierce attack.

When the gun shadow dissipated, countless wounds were added to the neck of the ink-colored giant god. The wounds were filled with ink blood, and the flesh was rolled up. The power of the three thousand great ways was lingering, and it looked terrible.
Chapter completed!