Don’t wake up, don’t wake up, don’t... At that moment, Qingshan seemed to have become a child who did something wrong but did not want his parents to discover it. He prayed devoutly, hoping that Meng Xiang would not wake up from meditation so early, at least not wake up before the magic fireball completely crossed the Xingli Network.

I don’t know if it was because Qingshan’s prayer played a role, or if Meng Xiang really needed to enter into a deep meditation to solve some problems he encountered. After the star power ocean disappeared, he really showed no sign of awakening from meditation for the time being...

Looking at Meng Xiang's calm and peaceful face, some of the cultivators watching the battle felt a sense of unbearableness. After all, his performance was too wonderful, and the cultivators admired the strong very much, but none of them tried to awaken Meng Xiang. After all, his purpose was to defeat all the cultivators. If he had nothing to do, they would be in trouble.

Time passes by minute by minute, and as time goes by, the mood of the cultivators becomes more and more nervous like Qingshan, because every once in a while, the magic fireball will burn through a layer of a large star power net, and every time it passes through a layer of a large star power net, it will be one step closer to Meng Xiang.

…100, 90, 50, 40, … Gradually, Qingshan’s smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger. After the star power net between the Magic Fireball and Meng Xiang was reduced to below the 50th floor, according to his estimate, if he detonated it, he could cause damage to Meng Xiang. What’s more, the star power net between the Magic Fireball and Meng Xiang is far less than the fifty floor. Even if Meng Xiang woke up at this time, he could still cause heavy damage to him, but he could not do anything foolproof.

"Oh!" Some cultivators who had sympathy for Meng Xiang couldn't help but sigh softly, but they still did nothing, but they all secretly sighed in their hearts that Yu Qingshan's good luck. After all, it was something they had never expected that things would happen like this.

What happened next seemed to show that today might be a lucky day for Qingshan, because until the magic fireball burned through the last layer of star power network that blocked it and Meng Xiang, Meng Xiang still could not wake up from meditation.

Seeing this scene, Qingshan's face was filled with uncontrollable smiles. If he hadn't had his strong self-control ability, he might have laughed out loud at this time, but soon all the smiles on his face were curled away. Instead, he was cold murderous intent. He wanted to send the magic fireball directly to Meng Xiang to ensure that everything was foolproof.

Under Qingshan's control, the magic fireball seemed even more restrained. Even some of the flames that had slightly radiated through the star power net were gone. If I hadn't seen its power, I would have thought it was just an ordinary little black ball at first glance.

It seems that in order not to wake Meng Xiang up in advance, the magic fireball is not flying fast, and the distance between it and Meng Xiang is still relatively far. It will take some time to truly reach Meng Xiang's side, but Qingshan doesn't care. He confidently believes that today is his lucky day. He will never wake up until the magic fireball flies to Meng Xiang.

Besides, what can Meng Xiang do if he wakes up in advance? As long as the magic fireball enters the confined space formed by the star power net, the power of the magic fireball will be increased ten times a hundred times. With this explosive power and the horror of the magic fire itself, he does not believe that Meng Xiang can survive.

As time goes by, the magic fireball steadily advances toward Meng Xiang, and the situation is exactly the same as Qingshan thinks. During this process, Meng Xiang never woke up from meditation. Soon the distance between the magic fireball and Meng Xiang was less than a thousand miles away.

Seeing this situation, all the cultivators, like Qingshan himself, thought Meng Xiang would definitely die. Although they were not very clear about how terrible it was to explode the magic fireball, they were all cultivators. They felt keen, and based on their feelings alone, they could imagine it.

Qingshan and Qianlongyuan, the only remaining cultivators looked at each other, with smiles in their eyes, but the eyes of Qianlongyuan, were happy and slightly disappointed. After all, he sacrificed nineteen fellow disciples in public and used secret techniques to activate the blood of the dragon clan in their bodies, and issued the most powerful blow, but he failed to complete the ultimate kill. In the end, he gave up the great opportunity to kill Meng Xiang to others, how could he not be depressed?

Although all the cultivators can understand that the reason why Meng Xiang has not woken up until now must have some direct relationship with the attacks of the nineteen blood dragons on him, after all, it was not him who killed Meng Xiang in the end. Many times, the cultivators often only focus on the results, not on what the process is.

Qingshan clearly understood what he was thinking from the subtle changes in the expression of the immortal cultivator Qianlongyuan, but he didn't care at all. The reason why he cooperated with him to attack Meng Xiang was to eliminate hidden dangers so that Meng Xiang would not defeat the immortal cultivators in the Demon God Valley many times, thereby causing the reputation of the Demon God Valley to be damaged. Since he can solve Meng Xiang himself by himself, he is still happy to do it himself.

Of course, strictly speaking, his attack on Meng Xiang is a sneak attack, which is a very disgraceful act, but who cares? The truth is always told from the winner. Not to mention that Meng Xiang has already turned into ashes by then. Even if he is not dead, who would believe his words? Can an unknown little person need a master from the Demon God Valley to attack before he can defeat him?

Just when Qingshan was secretly happy, his heart suddenly moved, as if there was some magical sense. He turned his head back and looked at Meng Xiang. Almost as his eyes were cast on Meng Xiang's face, Meng Xiang opened his eyes, his eyes were solid and stable, and his divine light was sufficient. Obviously, through this meditation, his injuries should have been healed, at least not much affecting his battle.

This was not good news for Meng Xiang's opponent, but Qingshan didn't even have any anxiety because he didn't need it at all. At this time, the magic fireball formed by almost 80% of the magic fire in his body was less than a hundred miles away from Meng Xiang, and one hundred miles was almost no different from the terrible power of the magic fireball.

Perhaps Meng Xiang, who woke up from meditation, felt very sharp. Although he had a strange look when he opened his eyes, he encountered Qingshan, but he almost instinctively noticed the thing that threatened him the most by his side - the Magic Fireball, and turned his head to look at it.

However, Meng Xiang's eyes did not see the existence of the magic fireball. The black light that seemed to be able to swallow everything came into his eyes. Qingshan detonated the magic fireball the moment Meng Xiang turned his head. In his opinion, this was also the best time to launch an attack. Because Meng Xiang had not figured out the situation yet.

Although he was very confident about the power of the Magic Fireball, Meng Xiang's previous series of amazing performances still caused some shadows on him. If Meng Xiang thought of a solution at the last moment and finally avoided the attack of the Magic Fireball, then he would regret it.

However, things did not seem to be beyond his control. After he detonated the magic fireball, Meng Xiang was completely swallowed by the magic fire without making any moves. However, the only thing that made him a little uneasy was that Meng Xiang did not seem to be torn apart by the shock wave of the magic fireball explosion on the spot. However, when he thought of the terribleness of the magic fire, his heart calmed down again. He did not believe that an immortal cultivator was trapped in the raging demon fire. He could still have any possibility of survival.

But even so, after the shock wave of the explosion of the magic fireball hit the Xingchen Network and rushed towards him and other cultivators, the other cultivators and his fellow students chose to retreat for safety, but he still stood there motionless. In addition to knowing the power of the explosion of the magic fireball and the aftermath that he could not cause any damage, his main purpose was to determine Meng Xiang's death as soon as possible. Meng Xiang's performance had an unprecedented touch on him.

Maybe I was too worried? Looking at the sharp magic fire filling the entire space intercepted by the Star Power Network. After Meng Xiang's shadow did not see it at all, Qingshan's gaze finally calmed down. Then a hint of regret appeared on his face. The magic fire ball consumed a lot of his energy. If it could be absorbed again, although it could not make up for all his losses, it would be better than nothing.

You know, even if he killed Meng Xiang, he still had many opponents. It was not easy to make sure that he was the first to enter the Glazed Fairyland and rescue Zhao Xuezhu, because it was not a safe place in the Glazed Fairyland. Until now, he has not seen the prisoners involved in the Biwu Palace, and no other prisoners were sent to it by major forces.

If his estimate is correct, they should all be in the Glazed Fairyland. Compared with these cultivators selected by major forces, the prisoners are undoubtedly more dangerous. They are all real desperate people, with extremely rich practical experience and endless means to use. More importantly, they have extremely deep hatred for them, and once they get a chance, they will never be able to let them go.

However... Qingshan suddenly thought of something, and a strange light radiated from his eyes. Perhaps for other immortal cultivators, the prisoners who were sent to Xiaobeihai were all stumbling blocks, but it might bring him great help. Maybe the Demon God Valley can finally win the victory.

After Qingshan took a last look at the burning magic fire, he withdrew his gaze. He wanted to retract the remaining magic fire, but the holes burned through by the magic fire had disappeared without a trace under the self-healing ability of the Star Power Network, and there was no way to go in again.

Of course, going in from a high altitude may be a good choice, but the timing is wrong. After Meng Xiang and Tiangang's seventy-two stars fell into the space composed of the Star Power Network, the only path above was completely blocked by the extended Star Power Network.

Since it was confirmed that Meng Xiang was dead, Qingshan began to put him aside. No matter how powerful the enemy was, as long as he died, he would completely forget him in a very short time. So he turned around and prepared to meet with his fellow disciples. What made him very pleased was that he was very lucky to destroy a powerful enemy like Meng Xiang and only one Yuan Gang died.

Of course, if the upper level of the Demon God Valley can see Yuan Gang's performance, he will definitely feel very sorry for his death. After all, although there are many disciples of the Demon God Valley, there are not many who are as outstanding as him. For him, his death makes him very comfortable and cannot be used by him. No matter how outstanding he is, there is no need for any existence.

However, just as Qingshan was walking forward, he suddenly saw his fellow disciples and other immortal cultivators showing shock and stared at him blankly. No, not at him, but behind him. This made his heart tremble. Could it be that something happened behind him?

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