Chapter 952

"Boom!"

Just as Elder Hun was about to strike, the barrier he created was under intense attack at this moment, with constant roaring, and outside the barrier, the attacks continued like cannonballs.

Elder Hun frowned slightly, he didn't expect that there were other accomplices behind this child!

"Crack!"

While Elder Soul frowned. This weak enchantment was brutally broken by Zhao Yi's war spirit puppet. Two figures completely appeared in front of Elder Hun.

"I know you. The people who made a big fuss in Dayan City half a month ago didn't expect that the good Tianxian Sect would not go. They actually came to my Tianhun Sect to do such stealthy things!"

Elder Hun narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he saw Zhao Yi's cultivation, he couldn't help but sneer.

A mere god-man in the late stage even had the guts to come to his Tianhun sect to steal Tianhunzhi.

"Son, are you okay?"

Zhao Yi skipped Elder Hun's gaze, squatted down towards Xiao Huzi without saying a word, looked at him covered in blood, and in his dark eyes, a little bit of murderous intent was frantically gathering.

"I can't die yet. This is Tianhunzhi. You must not be snatched back by them, otherwise I will never forgive you anyway."

At this time, the little tiger was as angry as a gossamer. He looked at Zhao Yi in front of him, an indescribable sense of security welled up in his heart, without the slightest hesitation, he stuffed the Tianhunzhi, which was stained with his own blood, into Zhao Yi's hands.

After doing this, Little Huzi seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He fell into Zhao Yi's arms, unconscious.

"Don't worry, even if I risk my life, I won't let it fall into the hands of others!"

Zhao Yi's eyes shed tears without warning, and with a thought, he took the injured little tiger into his demon core world. The continuously running Cangshen Canon secretly healed him.

"This kid."

This is the first time Elder Hun has seen a living person disappear out of thin air, but. That's all, stealing the treasure of the sect will only result in being beheaded!

"Almighty little demon, how can I defeat this old man."

The divine power in Zhao Yi's body circulated, and a formation formed at an unknown time rose quietly from the ground, with a speed that was too fast to cover his ears. Cover the range of thousands of feet around.

"Principle your own cemetery? It seems that you still have some self-knowledge."

Elder Hun lowered his hands slightly, and looked around lazily with his eyes. There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"No, this cemetery. It's for you."

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, and the Void Sky Demon Pillar appeared in his hand, and as he kept waving it, the air couldn't bear the pressure for a while, and there were bursts of piercing sounds.

"Big words!"

Elder Hun was laughed at, his cultivation was at the late stage of the gods, but Zhao Yi hadn't even reached the realm of the gods, so what qualifications did he have. Can beat him?

"If you want to rely on the broken copper and iron around you, then you can only say that you are dreaming!"

Elder Hun stomped his feet on the ground, but his figure flew out like an arrow, without the slightest appearance of being old or weak.

"Not until the end. How do you know?"

Zhao Yi smiled, and with a thought in his mind, the war spirit puppet beside him immediately made a move, like a human wall, standing in front of him, fiercely fighting with Elder Soul.

Zhao Yi's war spirit puppet, at best, could only display the mid-stage power of the gods, and was no match for Elder Hun at all, and was soon defeated steadily.

Before Zhao Yi used up the points, it is estimated that the war spirit puppet could be beaten and scrapped by Elder Soul.