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Although Changsheng was angry, he had no choice but to fly quickly to the Fortune City with Yang Yi.

While flying, Yang Yize was frantically absorbing the power of the Holy Spring. Gradually, the Holy Spring became less and less, and the water quality became very ordinary. Without the powerful aura before, Yang Yi had absorbed all the energy of the Holy Spring, so the Holy Spring became ordinary spring water.

However, this has great benefits for Yang Yi. By absorbing the holy spring, his cultivation level began to rise from forty-seven divine patterns to the later stage, and finally reached its peak.

Of course, once all the holy springs are absorbed, Yang Yi is very likely to even have the power to impact the forty-eight divine patterns. This is the function of the holy spring. This is also the reason why Yang Yi even risked the pursuit of the forty-nine divine monsters and did not give up on the holy spring. This is really helpful to Yang Yi.

His progress in this short period of time alone is progress that others cannot achieve in tens of thousands of years.

"Damn it, you want to escape to Buluo City? That's a dream. Humph, if you can't even keep two of you invaders today, then what qualifications do I have to be the ancestor of the Uka tribe?"

After saying that, the old ancestor Wuma suddenly became fierce, and he waved his big hand constantly, as if he was using some powerful magical power. Even his super strong man with forty-nine divine patterns seemed to have turned pale.

"The Heaven and Earth are confined!"

The old ancestor Wuma shouted loudly, and it was like a bolt from the blue. It exploded in Yang Yi and Changsheng's mind. Then, a powerful force seemed to appear in the surrounding space, trapping both Yang Yi and Changsheng inside.

"No, it's the magical power of the ancestor Wuma. Let's tear the space and escape!"

At this time, Chang Sheng and Yang Yi no longer cared about the space they were not familiar with the source of nothingness. No matter where they were traveling through the space, as long as they were still alive, everything would have hope.

So, they immediately tried to tear the space and wanted to travel around.

But it was too late, and I didn’t know what kind of power this space was confined to life. Even Yang Yi and Changsheng used their magical powers one after another. It was useless. They could not break the space at all, so naturally they could not travel through the space to another place.

Thinking of this, Chang Sheng and Yang Yi's faces were very gloomy. His situation became very dangerous.

"Damn it, we're in a desperate situation, what should we do?"

Chang Sheng also looked at Yang Yi at this time. He thought of Yang Yi's Chaos Axe, which was invincible. When he was in the hands of the God of Chaos, he could even kill some old monsters with forty-nine divine patterns.

Then, it should not be difficult to use the Chaos Axe to cut this space.

Thinking of this, Chang Sheng immediately shouted: "Yang Yi, use your most powerful force to break through the space at all costs, and then we all travel through the space and leave. No matter where we go, I will stop the Wuma Ancestor first!"

This seemed to be the only way. Yang Yi knew that Chang Sheng was definitely not the opponent of the Old Ancestor Wuma. He couldn't even resist a single attack. He had to use his forbidden technique to burn the soul, but it was very dangerous. If he was not careful, the soul would dissipate and completely die.

Changsheng also put all his hopes on Yang Yi, begging Yang Yi to successfully break the space imprisoned by the black horse.

Yang Yi took a deep breath, then a light flashed in his hand, and the Chaos Axe appeared in his hand instantly.

"Twelve Styles of Breaking Axe!"

Without reservation, Yang Yi directly used his strongest move, the twelve styles of the Breaking Axe, and the entire Chaos Axe was shaking, as if he was very excited.

"call out".

A huge phantom, holding a Chaos Axe in his hand, slashed directly into the surrounding space.

"Click".

The Chaos Axe is invincible. Even if it only has twelve styles, its power is earth-shaking, far exceeding the power of forty-eight powerful people with divine patterns. Even if it is always victorious and even if it is prepared, it will be extremely difficult to take this move.

It is precisely because of this that Changsheng placed all his hopes on Yang Yi, hoping that he could break the space, and now, Yang Yi has done it.

The moment the space was torn apart, Yang Yi saw a figure flying backwards, and suddenly went to resist Changsheng, the ancestor of Wuma. However, Changsheng's situation was a little bad at this time. His face was pale and his body was covered in blood. What made Yang Yi even more terrified was that his soul had shrunk sharply in half.

This is equivalent to Chang Sheng burning almost half of his soul to resist the Wuma Ancestor, but he still failed to resist and was instantly bombarded.

But fortunately, Yang Yi had successfully broken the space shackles, and Chang Sheng's face showed a slight smile: "Haha, Yang Yi, you did not disappoint me. Although you lost half of your soul, you can survive at least. Yang Yi, we will have a time later. I hope to see you alive in the source of nothingness, haha..."

After saying that, Chang Sheng had turned into a rainbow light. Regardless of his serious injuries, he instantly escaped into the space. No one knew where he would travel through the space aimlessly like him.

Yang Yi looked at the old ancestor Wuma in the distance. Seeing him rushing towards him in anger, Yang Yi also showed a smile on his face: "Your Holy Spring, I'm afraid you will never return to your tribe, haha..."

Yang Yi laughed loudly, and directly tore the space apart, and instantly escaped into it. Even an old monster with forty-nine divine patterns like Wuma could not find the traces of Yang Yi and Changsheng.

"Bang".

The ancestor of Wuma suddenly squeezed his big hand, and the surrounding space was shattered, but to no avail. Yang Yi and Changsheng had long disappeared. The ancestor of Wuma was a super strong man with forty-nine divine patterns. He came to chase two invaders with less than forty-nine divine patterns at all costs, but in the end they even made both run away, which made the ancestor of Wuma feel dull.

"Damn it, I actually let you escape and took the Holy Spring away... If I were to be touched by the ancestor again, I would definitely tear you into pieces to vent my hatred in my heart. The damn invader..."

The ancestor Wuma cursed in anger, but it was useless. In the end, he had to look deeply at the space where Yang Yi and Changsheng were shuttled away, and turned around and left unwillingly.

****

Yang Yi was shuttled through the unstable space passage. In fact, he didn't know where he could go. Now he could only pray that he would be lucky and not have to drill into the space crack or the depths of a certain sea area.

It is extremely dangerous to shuttle through the aimless space like this. If Yang Yiyi accidentally shuttles to the core of some indigenous tribes in the source of nothingness, or there are several cultivators as powerful as the ancestor of Wuma, then Yang Yi has no luck.

So, now Yang Yi can only wait quietly.

"Swoosh".

Finally, Yang Yi drilled out of the space. The moment he drilled out of the space, he quickly became alert and prepared to attack at any time. After all, he didn't know what was going on outside.

Fortunately, God did not let Yang Yi pass through the indigenous tribe of the Source of Nothingness in the end. This was a valley, which looked very quiet and had no trace of human movement. Occasionally, the cries of wild beasts came.

"call".

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was temporarily safe. At this moment, Changsheng thought of him in his mind. I wonder if Changsheng is so lucky to shuttle to a safe place now.

Shaking his head, Yang Yi threw all these thoughts out of his mind. The most important thing now is to figure out where this place is or whether there is any danger.

The Chaos Axe is in Yang Yi's hands. Once there is danger, he will immediately use his magical powers. With Yang Yi's current strength, as long as he does not encounter the forty-nine old monsters with divine patterns, he will not be in any danger.

However, after Yang Yi experienced the pursuit of two forty-nine divine monsters, his understanding of the forty-nine divine monsters became even deeper. The ancestor Shekong at the time directly broke the Chaos Divine Mansion with one blow, which was something Yang Yi did not expect. This also made Yang Yi intuitively feel the power of the forty-nine divine monsters for the first time. Yang Yi even thought that he could challenge the forty-nine divine patterns was so arrogant.

Then I met the ancestor of Wuma, but I still had no resistance and was forced to escape in a panic. This time, Changsheng made a sacrifice, and half of his soul burned away directly, but he was unable to resist Wuma.

This is the power of the forty-nine divine patterns, which is far from what Yang Yishou can compete with now.

"You must practice to the forty-eight divine patterns soon. After reaching the forty-eight divine patterns, you will practice the thirteen, fourteen and even fifteen of the eighteen styles of the axe to achieve great success. At that time, you may encounter the forty-nine old monsters with the forty-nine divine patterns, and you will not lose even a trace of resistance."

Yang Yi murmured in a low voice, a hint of confidence appeared in his eyes.

Although he was chased by the old monster with forty-nine divine patterns twice, and he ran away in a very embarrassing manner every time, and had no resistance at all, Yang Yi was still full of confidence in the eighteen styles of the broken axe.

It is believed that as long as you practice the eighteen styles of the broken axe to a more advanced level, you will definitely be able to compete with the super masters of forty-nine divine patterns. However, every addition of a divine pattern is a huge difficulty, and sometimes even requires tens of thousands of years of hard work.

Fortunately, Yang Yi captured the Holy Spring. With the Holy Spring, Yang Yi could quickly cultivate to the peak of forty-seven divine patterns, and then he could try to hit the forty-eight divine patterns.

"We have to find a safe place first!"

Yang Yi used his divine thoughts to scan the entire valley and found that the valley was particularly huge, full of all kinds of dangerous ferocious beasts. However, although the aura of these ferocious beasts was powerful, Yang Yi did not take it seriously. He just needed to find a quiet place in this valley to practice with the holy spring.
Chapter completed!