As a veteran peak holy king, Wuzhiqi also has a top-level bloodline physique like a red-breasted horse and monkey, so his combat prowess goes without saying.
Although he had been suppressed twice for a total of thousands of years, both physically and magically, he was extremely weak, but it was not something that ordinary holy kings could match.
He was wary of the Emperor's lineage, so he did not attack directly, but attacked from behind.
But I never expected that this would not succeed.
The thin and harmless-looking young man in front of me,
He is actually already a master on the same level as himself!
Why is this lineage so perverted!
Xiaosong looked at him innocently: "Are you okay?"
Wuzhiqi felt deeply ashamed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, you don't need to worry!"
Xiaosong seemed to be relieved and asked puzzledly: "Why did you attack me? You have already sworn an oath!"
This kind of oath to cultivate the world of immortality will come true, and no one dares to violate it at will.
Wuzhi Qi looked up to the sky and laughed with a sad voice: "My life is about to end, so what if I become possessed? What if I don't die a good death? Today I only want freedom and happiness!"
Speaking of which, Wuzhiqi is really miserable. He was born with extraordinary talents.
It only took a few hundred years to cultivate to the peak of the Holy King, and he was highly valued within the divine organization. He had unlimited glory and unlimited future!
But then he encountered Waterloo, fell into a trap on the earth, and was sealed for more than four thousand years. His longevity was almost exhausted!
I finally waited until I was out of trouble, but Feng Jinghong turned over and sealed me again. The feeling of being thrown back to hell as soon as I saw the light of day. Unless you have experienced it yourself, you will never know how desperate it is!
It can be said that the more than one hundred years of being sealed for the second time were far more painful than the four thousand years of the first time. Wuzhiqi's mentality has already collapsed over the years.
In his current state where his life span is approaching and his origins are dry,
Even if you seek refuge in heaven, how long can you live?
He is not even afraid of death now, so how can he care about the oath!
"I underestimated you today,
When I return from my injury, I will come back to compete with you again!"
Wuzhiqi has made up his mind. With a few hundred years left to live, he will have a fight with heaven!
Setting up an escape light, Wu Zhiqi rushed straight out of the star.
He knew very well that only by leaving this planet could he be under the supervision of heaven.
"No, Master said he would take you to see him, you can't leave."
Xiaosong said seriously, and then offered sacrifices to the Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda.
The Purple Pagoda is illuminated by thousands of rays of light, and the imperial power soars into the sky. Each of the nine-story pagodas has a sacred figure sitting cross-legged, and the sound of mysterious chanting can be heard.
"Quasi-Emperor Soldier!" Wu Zhiqi was horrified, trying to escape by squeezing his little life potential, but unfortunately it was in vain.
The nine-story purple pagoda was spinning and turning, and the clanging sound of gold and iron was heard.
Countless divine chains of laws emerged from the tower and came through the void, instantly binding Wuzhi Qi tightly.
"No!" Wu Zhi Qi's eyes were so tight that his teeth were broken.
He definitely doesn't want to live that kind of imprisonment anymore!
The dirty hair lit up with golden light, and a destructive and violent aura came out. This monkey actually wanted to explode directly!
However, Xiaosong just made a move, and the chains that bound him lit up with purple divine thunder, directly penetrating Wuzhiqi's five secret realms.
The body that had been inflated just now shrank back instantly like a deflated balloon.
Xiaosong pointed again, and Wuzhi Qi was pulled into the tower by the divine chain.
"No!" Wuzhiqi's cry was full of despair. It made everyone sad when he heard it and shed tears when he saw it. Unfortunately, it was of no use.
The Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda flashed with light, turned into the size of a pine nut and fell back into Xiaosong's hand, completely calming down.
At this point, Chijiri Mahou Wuzhiqi was suppressed for the third time.
"It's time to go to Beidou..." Xiaosong put away the purple tower and flew to the Heavenly Palace.
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Tianbing Guxing, Feng Jinghong and his party came to the place where Lingbao Tianzun Immortal Platform is located.
It's a pity that this place is now completely empty, and both the Golden Crow Emperor and Tianzun Spirit Fire have disappeared.
However, Feng Jinghong was not disappointed. He did not come here to hunt for treasure, but just to confirm some things.
"There are no traces of fighting. It seems that Kunpeng didn't take action against Lao Jinwu..." Feng Jinghong said to himself.
As a master at the pinnacle of quasi-emperor, Old Jinwu could not fight against a strong man like Wu Shi in Nirvana like the Immortal Emperor, but he would never be killed without any resistance, so only Kunpeng gave up swallowing
It's a possibility.
"It seems that he plans to rely on himself..."
To be honest, Feng Jinghong is not very optimistic about Kunpeng's ability to achieve enlightenment on his own. After all, he has already failed once, and the path of the Great Emperor cannot be defeated.
From ancient times to the present, only Luan Gu and Di Que were the only ones who had failed and still became emperors.
"That's all, let's look at him..."
Suggestions have been given, but it is up to Kunpeng himself to decide how to proceed.
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Beidou, as the countdown to the road to immortality begins, more and more monks are coming here, and the strong men from all over the world gather together, and the situation is extremely chaotic.
However, Heaven is still the overlord who suppresses the world. Over the years, many outsiders have tried to challenge Heaven's status, but they were all suppressed and killed. Now no one dares to stroke the tiger's beard anymore.
On this day, a shocking news spread throughout the world: The Emperor is back!
Although more than 150 years have passed, when this name is heard again, it still creates a sensation like a hurricane.
"Isn't it said that once you step on the ancient road of the starry sky, it is difficult to turn back? Why did he come back so quickly?"
"I heard that he has become a great sage and is invincible in all the ancient ways!"
"Hiss~" Zhu Xiong was shocked, but no one doubted the authenticity of the news.
The name of the Heavenly Prince has long been a legend. His ability to cross the ancient road in the starry sky was completely expected. The world just didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.
"Let's go to see the Son of God!" All the ancient tribes were excited and flocked to the heaven.
Many forces in the human race thought about it and set off one after another.
That is the most talented person in history, the overlord of Beidou, the Emperor. It is not shameful to pay him a visit.
The saints from outside the region were all shocked when they saw such a large formation for the first time.
Over the years, they have deeply realized how powerful and arrogant the natives of the Emperor Burial Star are. To put it bluntly, the strength of any of their ancestral stars is less than one-tenth of that here.
But it is simply unbelievable that such a group of arrogant and arrogant creatures came to worship a trialist after his return!
"Heir to the Immortal Emperor... Let's go and see how amazing he is!" Saints from outside the region also came to join in the fun.
Ever since, the number of people going to Ancient Emperor Mountain to worship has grown even larger...
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On the Ancient Emperor Mountain, thousands of tribes came to congratulate, people from all directions came to pay homage, countless powerful monks gathered together, and the blood like wolf smoke dyed the sky red!
The number of great saints alone exceeds two digits, and the number of holy kings exceeds three digits. The number of saints who can be honored as ancestors in other star fields is as numerous as cabbage here, and it is impossible to count them.
The three-headed lions, Zhulong, Jade Rakshasa and others were all stunned by this posture. They thought that Feng Jinghong would be very powerful and have a high status in the Emperor Burial Star, but they never expected that it would be like this.
Strong, so tall!
Even if a great emperor really comes, it will probably be in this formation!
The monks who came to worship were equally shocked. The Emperor was worthy of being the Emperor. Not only had he been promoted to the Great Sage in just a hundred years, but three of his followers had become the Great Sage. He was as perverted as ever!