"My hands are itchy. Let me play."

Wang Qiuyi crossed her hands and smiled casually: "I also left a body in Nanhai Kingdom."

"Mr. Wang..."

"Master and Xuan Wenjun said that those who come to mend the sky will not be able to cause war or chaos for eight hundred years. As a constraint, until the mending of the sky is completed, we are not allowed to go down to the lower realms and can only walk in human form."

Wang Qiuyi patted Guang Hui on the shoulder and said calmly: "Although I don't know why the two saints haven't shown up at this time, but they broke the oath first. If they are wrong, it is also them."

"Although there is a reason to repay you the King Kong Temple, but..." Wang Qiuyi narrowed his eyes and smiled slowly: "More importantly, I am still interested in ignorance."

"Ignorance?"

"I am very curious about him. After hearing about his deeds, I often wonder, what plans does such a person have in mind when he dies?"

Wang Qiuyi faintly stretched out his hand and pointed. In the realm, over the Nanhai Kingdom, a celestial force suddenly rose up.

The energy dispersed, and the pressure caused the endless water waves in the South China Sea to condense, and they all sank thirty feet!

A handsome young man in black clothes and a crown lazily held his hands, holding a seemingly endless bright galaxy above his head. In the galaxy, there were countless light spots. If you look closely, you will see that the light spots cover countless martial arts scriptures.

For every speck of light, someone is performing a mysterious magical power, which is dazzling and radiant.

The transformation of Wang Qiuyi——

He actually also left a legacy in the human world.

The sudden scene shocked everyone, Qing Lijun's face froze, his laughter was still stuck in his throat, neither up nor down.

"When Wu Ming is in decline, it's better to sell him one." Wang Qiuyi smiled at the astonished Guang Hui: "No matter how you look at it, I will definitely make a profit!"

"I'm not as upright as Mr. Wang. Chen doesn't have the courage to offend the saint's disciples."

On the other side, a young man sitting on the black water turned his head and showed a beautiful smile:

"But with a little help, Chen can still do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light separated from the deep black water where the young man was sitting, leaving the world and heading straight towards Wang Qiuyi's incarnation.

"The Sa family should also contribute."

An old monk wearing a skull collar sighed, and the skull on his neck suddenly opened its mouth, sprayed out a cloud of mist, broke through the sky, and went straight to Wang Qiuyi's body.

"A saint should not blame..."

"The law does not blame everyone."

"Then let's help."

"..."

In the blink of an eye, almost everyone released a ray of divine flower and broke through the boundary.

Qing Lijun stared at this scene in confusion and swallowed silently.

"Brother, you are a bit unsociable." Joking laughter rang in his ears. Wang Qiuyi put his arm around Qing Lijun's shoulders and said with a smile: "Even your old friends have taken action, and you just watch?"

"Old friend?" Qing Lijun stiffened his face and turned his head little by little.

The dense air circulated, and under Qing Lijun's astonished gaze, an immortal Taoist with a pure body of tens of thousands of feet coughed and smiled awkwardly.

He turned his back quietly, not daring to look at Qingli Jun.

"Old brother, are you stupid?"

Facing the old palace master of Nanhua Palace, Qing Lijun shouted with grief and anger: "Didn't you also have a share in killing Wang Qiuyi? What happened now?!"

"Can you help?" Wang Qiuyi was too lazy to say any more: "If you don't help, I will go to Tongjiang for a walk!"

Qing Lijun: "..."

boom!!!

Suddenly there was a sound of thunder, and several streams of light appeared from the sky, all rushing down to the Nanhai Kingdom, with endless brilliance.

"Well done!"

Wang Qiuyi burst into laughter and flew upwards.

He stretched out his hand slightly to catch the light flowing out of the sky, and then slapped his palm back to drive the light into his body.

Within the body, one hundred and eight orifices were lightly shaken, crushing all the flowing light and turning it into the ultimate Dao Yuanjing.

"call……"

Wang Qiuyi breathed out a long breath. He took three steps in the air. With each step he took, his energy condensed. The vast South China Sea was oppressed by the Dharma body and sank!

Three steps down.

Wang Qiuyi has stepped on the sea water, and the entire South China Sea suddenly sank sixty-seven feet!

"That's pretty much it."

Wang Qiuyi spread her hands, stared for a while, and smiled lightly: "Let me have fun."

With a flash of his body, he crashed through the void arrogantly, penetrated into the endless darkness, and disappeared on the sea.

Far away, hundreds of miles away, there is a White Crane carriage. The carriage was originally filled with drums, sheng and Xiao, and the joy was endless. But when Wang Qiuyi appeared and the Nanhai Sea collapsed under the pressure of a single air machine, the sound of singing and blowing suddenly stopped.

.

"Honor God..."

A middle-aged man with a round body rolled out of the Baihe carriage. He looked at the sudden surge and turbulent South China Sea after Wang Qiuyi left. His hands trembled and he murmured:

"Is this a ghost?"

…

…

…

now.

The sound of killing was endless, and the three giant elephants broke through the sky and the earth. From one end of the void, they surged to the other end. The Buddha's light was endless, the evil energy was thousands of layers, and the dragon's roar shook the sky.

The yellow-faced man looked at the giant Buddha who was surrounded by Asura and Qinglong, and then looked at his broken arm, with deep hatred in his eyes.

"I want you to die! No one can save you!"

He sneered, spit out a mouthful of blood essence, pinched it with one hand, and painted the blood essence on the surrounding formation flags.

In the void beside him, hundreds of formation flags fluttered in the wind, making a hunting sound, exuding an endless aura of chaos, simple and profound.

Zhonghuang Lingbao Formation!

The yellow-faced man is a master of the Formation Dao. He even said that his lifelong practice has been placed in the Formation Dao.

As the formation flags were thrown out one after another, the bears took over half of the sky, and the joy on the yellow-faced man's face became more and more intense.

The blood on his left shoulder squirmed, and a new arm instantly grew, but his vitality was low and he looked out of place with the yellow-faced man.

This is new life, and it needs to be nursed back to health and sacrificed to restore it to its original body.

Looking at the formation flag that occupied half of the sky, the yellow-faced man sneered. He turned his hands and made a series of hand seals, leading the magnificent formation. When he turned his hand seals to the last step, the formation flags rumbled and glowed.

When it rings.

Sudden--

Two rays of white light shone between the yellow-faced man's eyebrows.

A round and round female voice sounded softly, like the crisp sound of pearls rolling down a silver plate. The female voice smiled softly and said lightly:

"Please turn, baby!"
Chapter completed!