"Fortunately, I finally got the merit method!"

Tang Yi stepped on the Yellow Spring, dodged and pushed to Hua Wuyan's side, but he was secretly happy in his heart, this time the danger was not in vain.

This merit method is the cultivation method of the Yuan Shen Realm in the "Rulai Emperor Sutra", and the merit method is extremely unique, it actually uses cause and effect merit to improve cultivation.

If this kind of exercise is integrated into the "Xuantian Supreme Sutra", it will inevitably make one's own exercises get a breakthrough again.

"It's a pity, time is pressing, otherwise it would be even better if you could get the exercises of the "Divine Palm"!"

Tang Yi secretly said that it was a pity, and at the same time retreated to Hua Wuyan's side, turning around to leave.

However, Tang Yi took Hua Wuyan, and as soon as he moved, the 100,000-zhang long dragon boat, with a swing of the dragon's head, directly aimed at Tang Yi.

"Damn it!"

Tang Yi's face suddenly changed: "This guy, why are you eyeing me again!"

Just when Tang Yi was strange, he only heard a commotion, and the dragon boat had already broken through the wind and waves and chased towards Tang Yi.

"Let's go!"

Tang Yi didn't say a word, pulled up Hua Wuyan, turned around and ran.

I saw Tang Yi, on this yellow spring, running briskly, stepping on his feet, like two flywheels, and in an instant, he was running far away.

Wow!

However, the speed of the dragon boat was even faster, and Tang Yi ran out for more than 100 miles in one go, but the dragon boat was not only not thrown off, but the distance was getting closer and closer.

Swish!

At this moment, Tang Yi only heard behind his ears, and a sound of breaking wind came, and under the perception of his thoughts, he immediately knew that it was the sickle hook that stabbed him.

"Not good!"

Tang Yi's face changed slightly, this sickle hook is dedicated to hooking souls, Yuan Shen, and Yuan Ying, Pudu and Jiang Zichuan have all been hooked on this before, Tang Yi naturally knows that it is powerful.

"Shen!"

At this moment, the sickle hook had already pierced into Tang Yi's mind, Tang Yi didn't say a word, the golden yuan baby, quickly put the Zhentian stone in his hand, and the huge suppressive force suddenly pressed the golden yuan baby, as well as the nine spirit platforms, and instantly sank it.

At the same time, the sickle that pierced into Tang Yi's mind and tried to hook his Yuan Ying was instantly pounced.

However, Tang Yi didn't have time to be happy, only to see that the sickle hook turned, and with a bang, he actually directly lassoed Tang Yi, pulled it violently, and directly pulled Tang Yi and the flower Wuyan in his hand into the air.

"Damn it!"

Tang Yi's face changed, and he was in mid-air, he felt that the sickle hook chain was pulling himself towards the dragon boat, and Tang Yi was in mid-air, wanting to break free.

However, despite Tang Yi's best efforts, he found that this soul hooking chain directly locked Tang Yi's Yuan Ying and physical body, and no matter how hard Tang Yi tried, he couldn't break free.

"Don't move!"

At this moment, in Tang Yi's mind, the voice of the Immortal Martial Sword Spirit sounded: "This is that kid of the Immortal Martial Arts, refining the Soul Locking Hook, if you move around, you may be able to hurt the Yuan Baby!"

Among the primordial infants, there is a soul, which is the foundation of a cultivator, as soon as Tang Yi heard this, he naturally didn't dare to move anymore, and he was pulled into the dragon boat in an instant.

As soon as he landed on the dragon boat, the soul lock hook was instantly unlocked, but at the same time, Tang Yi saw that there was suddenly a pitch-black figure in front of him.

This figure is as tall as a hundred feet, with a huge drum behind him, presumably the person who used the drum to urge the dragon boat before, and then used the soul lock hook to capture Jiang Zichuan and Pudu Yuanshen.

It's just that now that the distance is so close, Tang Yi still can't see this person's face clearly, and his whole body is shrouded in a black mist, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.

However, Tang Yi could clearly see that this person was holding a thigh in his hand and was eating there, and this thigh was the remains of the Yuan Shen.

I just don't know, it's Pudu or Jiang Zichuan, so unlucky!

"Do you recognize me?"

Tang Yi hurriedly asked the Immortal Martial Sword Spirit, "Who is this person, if it is an acquaintance, we may still be able to have a relationship!"

"It's pitch black, who the ghost knows who he is?" said helplessly: "What's more, those subordinates of the Underworld in the past are all the same as me, they are all heinous outlaws who lick blood with knives, and they won't think of any old feelings!"

Hearing what the Immortal Martial Sword Spirit said, Tang Yi was suddenly a little discouraged, although the figure in front of him, although he couldn't see the face clearly, but his strength was also unfathomable, Tang Yi knew that he would never be an opponent if he tried his best.

"Roar!"

At this moment, I saw the figure, suddenly roared at Tang Yi, and then pointed behind Tang Yi.

Tang Yi turned his head to look, and saw a huge palace standing in front of him in the distance.

This dragon boat is more than 100,000 zhang long, and this huge palace, to say the least, also occupies half of the space of the dragon boat, which is magnificent.

"Roar!" the figure roared again, pointed to the palace, and motioned for Tang Yi to come over.

Tang Yi had some doubts in his heart, but he still walked forward.

The palace looked huge, and as Tang Yi got closer to it, he felt that it was getting taller and taller, and Tang Yi felt a little strange, as if it was getting farther and farther away.

"Not good!"

At this moment, Tang Yi's face changed: "This is ......"

"Diwei!"

The Immortal Sword Spirit also spoke: "And this imperial power is very similar to the residual imperial power from before!"

It's okay not to say it, Tang Yi also immediately discovered that the imperial power released in this palace was actually exactly the same as the one released by the Immortal Sword Spirit when he helped Tang Yi collect the Zhentian Stone.

And the imperial power of the Immortal Martial Sword Spirit came from the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Martial Arts.

"Ugh!"

Tang Yi immediately stopped, looked at the huge palace in front of him, and said secretly: "Could it be that this is the Immortal Emperor of the Underworld?"

Tang Yi knew that the closer he was to this palace, the greater the pressure on Diwei on him, and the shorter Tang Yi's body became, so he felt farther and farther away from the palace.

But this is not the key, the key is that if this imperial power really comes from the Immortal Emperor of the Underworld, then in this palace, doesn't it mean that the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Emperor is among them.

Or to be precise, the already dead Immortal Emperor of the Underworld, who is among them.

It's just that if it's a human or a ghost, no one knows!

"What should I do?"

At this moment, Tang Yi felt a little dilemma, after all, even if he was a real Immortal Emperor, standing in front of him, Tang Yi would not have the slightest fear.

But if it was replaced by a dead Immortal Emperor, Tang Yi would feel a little embarrassed!

"Huh!"

At this moment, in the palace, an extremely majestic voice suddenly came: "Little friend, you dare to risk the world's disapproval and cultivate my exercises, so bold, are you still afraid of seeing me?"

"Stygian?"