The dice turn, and finally stop.

Six, five, five!

Sixteen o'clock!

Yang Qifeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure on him at the beginning of the year was not small, this guy, with Yang Qifeng's judgment, was very likely to have crossed the third heavenly barrier and was stuck in Chengxian.

The thunder tribulation has been crossed nine times, and he is only about to attract the qi of the immortal spirit and become an immortal.

He still felt the pressure, Jin Ying's words, he didn't know whether it was or not, but he still had some belief in his heart.

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

There are constant changes, from the appearance of the black strong man, feeling panic, to the stability of the black strong man's death, and then to the uneasiness of Wan Chu's threatening face now.

This incomparably exciting mood has changed more than he has in hundreds of years.

This extremely exciting career is not what Yang Qifeng loves.

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

Fate is not controlled by himself, and he is subject to the feelings of others, which makes him too aggrieved in his heart.

In the next round, as long as the next turn, when he starts throwing the dice, he will be able to distance himself from these people.

They only have three dice, but he himself has six, Yang Qifeng doesn't want to, he directly throws the largest number of points at one time, thirty-six points.

As long as he exceeded eighteen points, he was able to get rid of it, which was caught up by them and directly began to fight.

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

Heavy thoughts flashed in his heart, but his eyes were watching Wan Chu's movements, watching Wan Chu easily kill one of the Taoist priests in the sixteen-point grid, he was in a much better mood, but this did not last long.

The last man, he threw eighteen points.

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.

Immovable as a mountain, he is like a mountain and a river.

When this Taoist walked into the eighteenth grid, Yang Qifeng had the black knife in his hand without any hesitation, his body leaned forward slightly, and he cut off his head.

High on the body of the fire unicorn, he took advantage of the high momentum.

The black knife is rolling in waves, and it is indomitable.

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

He has no room to retreat, and neither does the other party, if he doesn't win, he will die, it's a very simple truth.

Among the remaining people now, that is, Yang Qifeng is a soft persimmon, which is the easiest to pinch.

Originally, the people who entered the Buddha Emperor Cave Heaven were mostly in the Yuan Shen Period, and the Thunder Tribulation Period was the least, but now, the rest are all Thunder Tribulation, and in the Yuan Shen Period, Yang Qifeng is left alone.

He has become the best soft persimmon, this Taoist, he is not like Wan Chu.

The strength is strong, and you can choose any place to kill the occupiant.

This one, he is just the strength of a thunder tribulation, and he doesn't have much choice at all.

In other places, the strength is stronger than him, Yang Qifeng here, although the probability of a trap is not small, but in other places, how can it be small.

Even if there were no traps, he would have little hope of victory if he chose elsewhere.

Desperately, after the arrival of the Taoist, it happened.

The thunder spread, and a compelling look shot out of the Daoist's eyes, and the long sword was slow, and the last shot came first, and it hit the black knife.

Dang, the sound of a crisp crash sounded.

The swords shook apart, but the longsword only paused and continued to move forward.

Seeing this, Yang Qifeng slashed out again.

At a disadvantage, which was expected by him.

In the end, the other party's strength is a realm higher than his Yuan Shen Stage.

Even if it was Yang Qifeng's dual cultivation of Yuan Shen and Body Refining, the suppression of the power of thunder also greatly reduced Yang Qifeng's strength.

This knife, a thunderous force, spread on the black knife, mixed with raging flames.

The two thunderous forces converged, contradicted each other, and were invisible.

This power of thunder, he is only the most superficial use, whether it is a Taoist or Yang Qifeng, neither of them has comprehended the power of thunder, this is just a kind of comprehension produced after the tribulation.

The master of the thunder tribulation, crushing the Yuan Shen Period, is reflected in the power of this thunder.

In Daze Mountain, Yang Qifeng was struck once by the Nine Tribulations Thunder, and although he was injured, he gained more benefits.

Bursting out with all his might, the flames turned into huge waves, and in an instant, they devoured the Daoist.

The body of the Taoist man shook, and his figure turned into nothingness, but he planned to dodge.

The black knife continued to swing with layers of waves of fire without changing direction.

Yang Qifeng's eyes narrowed, looking at the Taoist, revealing a sarcastic look.

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

Do you want to dodge?

That's not realistic!

You can't hide at all, it's too small.

The black knife slashed, and Yang Qifeng put it away with his backhand.

The flames rose, burning all the blood that had been spurted, even the corpses of the Taoists.

Reaching out and grabbing it, he took the aisleman's space equipment and put it away.

Yang Qifeng didn't look at it, looking at the dice that were already suspended in front of him.

"What a clever fellow,"

"First showed weakness to the enemy, and then suddenly broke out, catching the opponent off guard,"

A low voice sounded, Yang Qifeng completely ignored it, he sat on the fire qilin and began to breathe.

The rules are getting more and more chaotic, and at the beginning there were protective measures, but now, in the same position, you can directly start attacking.

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

Whoosh!!!!!!!

The spinning dice took more than ten seconds to stop at all.

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

Blackjack in total.

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

can exceed eighteen o'clock, three o'clock, Yang Qifeng has been satisfied.

The fire qilin took a step, step by step, and came to a dirt slope, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Nothing has changed, and that's the best change.

Yang Qifeng didn't want to, and continued to get rewards.

He has three more dice, plus the first throw, the advantage is so obvious, as long as it goes on like this, the victor must belong to him.

Eighteen, the snake demon followed.

There was no change, three steps behind Yang Qifeng, a pair of cold eyes, constantly looking at Yang Qifeng.

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

A roaring shout rang out in the Buddha Emperor Cave sky.

There was a thick anger in his voice.

Anger, not concealed at all.