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Mengli could feel that the sacred art Han Yan had just used contained a strong attack power, and the attack power was so strong that it was hard to imagine. Cultivators of the Divine Card Level Five were unable to use it, only experts of the Divine Card Level Six could do it. Thinking back to what Zhou Dong said before, that Han Yan was only a Divine Card Level Five cultivator, the technique that he was using now contained the attack power that only Divine Card Level Six cultivators could have, Mengli suddenly thought of a problem, whether Han Yan had broken through or not.

But, so what if he knew now? The sacred art that Han Yan had used, had already arrived in front of him.

Mengli did not want to sit still and wait for death. After saying those words, he growled, and spoke in a stern voice: "Spatial Shield."

This was the strongest defensive ability in the Space divine abilities. Mengli had long since succeeded in his cultivation, it was just that he had not had the chance to use it. ~ This is strange, Mengli's cultivation is extremely high, among the God Envoys, he can be said to be an invincible existence, his fighting style is always based on attacks, he never had time to defend, who would have thought that Han Yan, who was originally looked down upon, would actually force him to use this defensive technique.

However, Mengli still did not place Han Yan in his eyes. He was very clear on how strong the defensive power of this ability was, even if he were to face Keeper's full powered attack, he would not be able to shatter the spatial shield. A translucent halo of light appeared around Mengli, the halo was releasing a dense amount of energy fluctuations from the thickening, when the Sky-Destructing Finger landed on the halo, with a pa da sound, the Sky-Destructing Finger disappeared.

Mengli laughed loudly, a look of disdain flashed past his eyes, and he said haughtily: "Han Yan, I had thought you were extremely powerful! I didn't expect that to be the case. Earlier, I heard from Zhou Dong that you are only a Divine Card Level Five cultivator, I never expected you to be so weak. "That's nothing, I just need to spend some effort to kill you."

Although Mengli said that, he did not think that he could kill Han Yan. On the surface, he blocked the sacred art, but only he knew what kind of price he had to pay. The instant the Soul-Destructing Finger was about to crumble, the God Power in Mengli's body was consumed at an alarming rate. Right now, there was only 10% of the God Power left in his body, how could he contend against Han Yan?

Actually, in order to stall for time, Mengli had said this while secretly approaching Bohr and the others.

At that moment, Bohr and the rest had their eyes opened wide, they could not believe that Han Yan actually broke through.

When Han Yan was only in the Divine Card Level Five, he was already that abnormal. Now that he had risen by a realm, wouldn't he be an invincible existence? When he thought about how Han Yan was able to kill even the Keeper's Mu Lin, Zhou Dong suddenly felt that this might be a mistake and he might be killed by Han Yan instead.

However, at this point, regret was already useless. Zhou Dong could only hope for a miracle to happen.

Han Yan's brows moved, and looked at Mengli with a bit of surprise. He smiled indifferently: "I also didn't think that you would cultivate such a powerful defensive divine ability."

Mengli had already retreated ten meters, and was just about to arrive in front of Bohr. In order to divert Han Yan's attention, he sneered, "Kid, this old man's cultivation has an astonishing amount of divine ability, how could you possibly know about it? If you don't want to die, kneel down and beg for mercy, I can consider letting you go. "

Han Yan shook his head and laughed bitterly, "Mengli, you seem to be pretty good at pretending. If I'm not wrong, there's less than ten percent of the divine power left in your body!"

"Who said I only have ten percent left?" Mengli obviously rarely lies, his old face was flushed red and he quibbled, "If you have the ability, why don't you use another divine ability like that and see if I can withstand it?" He no longer cared about disgracing himself, and increased his speed by a lot. In a few steps, he arrived in front of Bohr, gave him a look, and then sent a sound transmission to him: "Set up the combination ability great formation, this brat is not easy to deal with."

Bohr nodded his head, then said to the people behind him: "Brothers, let's join forces and kill Han Yan."

When Zhou Dong and the rest heard this, they immediately summoned their divine artifact s and quickly rushed to Mengli's back. Their figures constantly flashed, and in the blink of an eye, they had already set up a fan shaped array.

When the formation was complete, Mengli heaved a sigh of relief, and coldly looked at Han Yan: "Kid, you were right just now, I had indeed used up a lot of divine power, who told you not to kill me? Haven't you heard that releasing the tiger back into the mountain will bring about endless troubles in the future? "

Mengli purposely said these kinds of words, wanting to anger Han Yan, but he miscalculated.

Han Yan smiled indifferently, and said: "I saw you retreat just now, do you know why I didn't stop you?"

"Why?" Mengli asked subconsciously, and regretted it the moment he said it.

Han Yan raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion, then said: "You are just a clown in my eyes, if I want to kill you, I only need to move my fingers, and you cannot escape from my palms."

Mengli felt that Han Yan was bragging, his goal was to make him fear the consequences of taking action, and he said disdainfully: "Han Yan, your cultivation is not high, and your tone is not small. Let me see, how do you plan to kill me?"

"Do you really want to die?" Han Yan looked at Mengli as if he was looking at an idiot.

Mengli coldly snorted, he straightened his waist and said: "That's right, I just want to die, I'm afraid that you won't have the ability to kill me."

Han Yan nodded and said: "Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish! You train in the Space divine abilities, so you should have heard of Fighting Transformation! "

Of course, Mengli had heard of the warrior type ability. This ability was also known as Form Displacement Transposition. If the opponent's cultivation was too high, the ability would be very difficult to succeed. If the exchange failed, not only would caster be severely injured, his primordial spirit would also be severely injured.

On the other hand, if the caster had a cultivation level equal to his opponent, or higher, his sacred art would definitely succeed. If the cultivation of the cultivator being exchanged was too low, in the instant of the exchange, because the low-level cultivator couldn't handle the immense space energy, he might be killed. The lower the Cultivation base, the greater the probability of death.

To put it simply, if Han Yan and the Level 1 Divine Card were to exchange places, the other party would become a corpse.

With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Mengli revealed a scoffing smile and said coldly: "Stop trying to bluff me here, if you have the guts will you display it for me?"

He had heard of this divine ability before, but he didn't believe that anyone would be able to use it. He had unintentionally heard the spatial Sovereign say that it wasn't that the spatial Sovereign wasn't capable of comprehending the essentials of a spirit-type divine ability; rather, it was that he needed a powerful medium. That thing was a super divine artifact. After the four mystical beasts died, that divine artifact disappeared at the same time.0

It was precisely because of this that Mengli did not believe that Han Yan could execute it.

Han Yan sighed, and said unwillingly: "I originally didn't want to kill you so quickly, but since you want to die so quickly, I'll grant your wish. "But before you die, I will give you a huge gift …" After he finished speaking, he quickly raised his right hand and growled, "Stars Transposition, Universe Transference, Form Displacement Transposition …"

Mengli had never heard of a sacred art that required so many words to be spoken, so he disdainfully said: "Deliberately mystifying, I would like to take a look …"

However, before Mengli could finish speaking, he felt a huge energy appearing on his body out of thin air. This energy was unimaginably strong, but it didn't have the slightest offensive power. No matter how foolish Mengli was, he knew what kind of sacred art this was. Just as he was about to shout out, his legs suddenly lightened, and his body disappeared.

In the next moment, Mengli landed on the ground, looked around, and actually swapped places with Han Yan.

A monstrous wave rose up in Mengli's heart. Just as he wanted to see if Han Yan was standing in front of Bohr and the others, just as he was about to remind Bohr to sneak an attack on Han Yan's back, he saw a figure arrive in front of him as fast as lightning.

The cultivator that came was Han Yan, he was clenching his right fist tightly and waving it at Mengli's face.

Mengli's heart thumped. He finally understood why Han Yan had attacked him the moment he landed.

The reason was simple. Han Yan knew that this ability would succeed, so the moment he switched locations, he flew towards Mengli.

On the other hand, Mengli had been stunned for a moment after the exchange of seats, which delayed him for some time.

One was prepared, while the other was still in a daze.

In this instant of blankness, Han Yan had already arrived in front of Mengli.

It was already too late for Mengli to use his powerful defensive divine ability, and the divine power in his body was not enough for him to use. He could only grit his teeth, raise his right hand, and receive Han Yan's fist.

Their cultivations were on par with each other. Under normal circumstances, they should have fought on equal footing, but this was not the case.

As their fists collided, the energy in their bodies converged onto their fists. Han Yan's power was far stronger than Mengli's power. The moment the two forces clashed, Mengli's power crumbled, and then he heard the sound of bones breaking. Mengli's fist exploded as blood splattered in all directions.

Ah!" Meng Li let out a miserable scream, nearly fainting on the spot. Under the powerful impact, his body flew backward and landed heavily on the ground more than 1000 feet away.

With the cultivation of Strength and the Ancient God's bloodline, it could be imagined how strong Han Yan's punch was.

To put it bluntly, Mengli fighting with Han Yan was simply courting death. It was like hitting a rock with an egg.

This was only because Han Yan had retracted part of his power when he punched, otherwise, he would have already become a dead man.

However, although Mengli was still alive, he looked more or less like a dead person. His body was covered in blood, his face was as pale as a sheet, and his breathing had become unusually weak. Mengli forced himself to stand up, but just as he was about to speak, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Mengli wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, wanting to use his life saving sacred art to escape in front of Bohr and the rest. Suddenly, his shoulder was patted, and the remaining divine power in his body dissipated. Mengli had the urge to vomit blood. Even if he did not turn his head, he knew who did it, and gritted his teeth: "Han Yan, what are you trying to do?"

Han Yan smiled and revealed a friendly expression: "I promised to give you a big gift. If you leave, wouldn't I be breaking my promise?"

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