It wasn't until his body fell to the ground and he stabilized his body again that Qingming could finally separate his mind and watch the scene above to see what happened.
Then he took a breath of cold air and saw a huge silver-white dragon fighting with the Xuanwu holy beast.
The momentum and authority were actually faint, overwhelming Xuanwu.
His strength is not as good as Xuanwu, but his body can change between reality and reality.
Whenever Xuanwu struck with a snake whip, the force might not be as strong as it should be, but the reality was illusory, and he was unscathed.
The dragon head bit Xuanwu's neck tightly, devouring the vitality and blood of this sacred beast with big mouthfuls.
At this moment, even if a thick layer of ice had formed all over Xuanwu, there was nothing he could do.
The neck was already injured and it was of no avail.
There are even more silver-white flames lingering, resisting the power of black ice
As time went by, there was a cracking and almost breaking sound in the neck. There was even more fear and anxiety in the Xuanwu's turtle eyes.
"This is the sacred beast that protects the country! It is also a god-level beast!"
Next to him, the voice of Beixuan Sanren came again, but his voice was hoarse and full of disbelief.
"Even the big merchants don't have this thing! How can a small country like Qiantian Mountain have this thing?"
Qingming's face was also completely bloodless and pale as paper.
At this moment, it wasn't just her and Bei Xuan, the dozens of miles around the rooftop were filled with birds that were silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was either confused, surprised, or puzzled as they looked at this scene in the sky!
She was already confident of winning, so how could something like this happen? She also wanted to know where this sacred beast that protects the country came from!
Zong Shou actually has such a trump card in his hand!
The sacred beast that protects the country! The sacred beast that protects the country is worshiped by hundreds of thousands of Taoists with their pure thoughts. How is this sacred beast that protects the country formed? How is it sacrificed?
Looking back now, when Xuanwu appeared, Zong Shou's expression was indeed weird, but it was just weird. At most, it only contained a bit of headache and trouble, and he seemed to have no fear at all——
"Maybe we can help the beast master get out of trouble?"
Xuanwu was clearly in a bad situation and had been restrained from the beginning.
Depending on the situation, she can still hold on, but she may not be able to hold on for long. If she dies here, then she, Qingming, will be the sinner of the sect!
Not surprisingly, he saw Beixuan shaking his head slightly.
"This dragon is in the early stage of the divine realm. It is also a divine beast. It has strong fighting power. I am waiting for a few people, but they have just entered the fairyland for the first time. How can we get in? I can't help even if I want to. Besides, Zong Shou. I'm afraid. You won’t let me wait for what I want!”
Qingming turned around and saw that on the rooftop, although Zong Shou was dealing with the disaster of nine rays, there was already a silver flying knife flying into the air again, spinning around him.
The imminent attack was not launched, which made all the monks above the spiritual realm feel frightened. Their aura was three points weaker.
No one wants to face such a flying knife!
His eyes dimmed for a moment, and then Qingming clenched his fists tightly again, with a look of violence on his face again.
"According to what I heard! Unless a member of the Holy Beast is killed on the spot, no matter how serious the injury is, even if the body is broken, it can be recovered. The danger of lifelessness can exist in the world forever. If you want to get rid of it, you must cut off its roots. !”
Beixuan raised his eyebrows, wondering what Qingming meant by what he said?
Immediately he realized that the source of the holy beast Xuanwu was Taoism.
Then this giant silver-white dragon of unknown species is naturally Qian Tianshan.
However, Zong Shou Wuzi, Dan Tianshan died, and now it is all in Zong Shou.
More accurate, at this time Zong Shou is the root of this silver dragon.
Broken its roots. This is also a way to say that it is also a way-
"Just cut that person first. You can wait for me to pay for your wish! Protect the beasts of the Fa, and you can be safe and sound!"
Qingming's voice was cherrying. Holding the sword behind him, there was purple light in his eyes.
She also has the last means, just need this sword to cut the Zong Shou.
Just those few runes can play a role.
Bei Xuanzan was hesitant slightly, and frowned looking at the big array in the distance: "It's easy to talk about? No, it should be a foolishness and dreaming!"
In the words, the meaning of bitterness is full of bitterness: "This child's flying knife, no one can stop it. That day, Zhou Tian's big array, not to say that it was broken. The number of days was fifty. Rui is the number of fifty. The number of Zhou Tian, here is 364. There are no regrets, the combination of the two, but it is perfect. "
If it was only when the Xuanwu appeared, the 600,000 armored scholars in the formation were getting rid of the danger of being frozen by Xuan Bing.
And the hundreds of spiritual teachers on the rooftop are also morale and emotional.
"So rely on the power of several brothers!"
Qingmingzi was expressionless and interrupted Beixuan's voice.
"Qingming does not ask a brother to break, just ask you to wait, you can give Qingming a chance!"
The eyebrows of Beibei Xuanzan were a little cold, and then sighed softly: "Why? How do you need to be so adventurous- "
The voice was blocked back by Qingming's eyes. I saw the girl's expression clear, and the lips were ridiculous.
"Brother, if you are the Xuanwu Beast, you will fall here. Some of you and me are afraid that you can't escape the crime of sitting! Brother thinks that you can spare you and me? Daen, on the occasion of this crisis, do you want to cherish this? "
The breath of Beixuan San was suffocating, first with a calm expression, glared at Qingming fiercely, and then looked at the nine hundred square meters ascended to the ceiling.
He was a few words of this woman, forced to the best place. In other occasions, you can ignore it.
But this time, he knew that a Taoist ancestor in the realm was seeing this battle-
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Almost at the same time, outside the cloud world, the void world.
Chong Guang was stubbornly frowned, and his face was annoyed.
"How can there be the holy beast to protect the country? Silver white dragon body, is the platinum dragon? No! Submarine hiding, virtual and real conversion, this is clearly the genus of the gloomy dragon!"
In the voice, it is fierce, and it is a bit anxious.
That Xuan Weizi frowned deeply.
"Looking at its form, it should not be completely turned into the holy beast. It has not been tamed by that ancestor.
Immediately, I felt this sentence, some inappropriate. So the voice was silent, and the mouth was closed.
Hua Yun's expression is even more ugly.
Since it has not been completely tamed, it has not been truly transformed into a holy beast. Then, when Zong Shou's death, he will never show up.
If he did not invite this Xuanwu Saint Beast this time, it would be better to be afraid.
Even at this time, the situation in the cloud world is stalemate. It ’s better to protect the sacred beast of this Taoist.
Long Xuan chuckled lightly and praised: "My husband is still wise and well prepared. With our knowledge, we would never have thought that the Zong Shou also had a sacred beast to protect him. Only the Eight Immortals and an imitation Withering Sword
, To take that Zongshou’s life is really wishful thinking, and I underestimate him too——”
Hua Yun's complexion warmed up slightly, but his eyes were still gloomy.
If he had his original intention, he would not directly interfere with the affairs of the Yun Realm.
The common agreement made ten thousand years ago is an agreement between all sects and sects to abide by it together.
At this time in the Dao Ling Qiong Realm, although it can be overwhelming, it has lost its moral principles after all.
Even if this sect guard is killed, the Taoist sect will definitely be extremely passive in the future.
Xuan Weizi knew what he was thinking, but shook his head slightly: "Junior brother, I can't hesitate at this time! That sect's flying knife technique, no one below the immortal level can do it! If we delay any longer, my Taoist disciples will definitely suffer heavy losses.
You and I can't say anything, we can only break the rules of our ancestors. This time, we really have to do it as a last resort!"
While he was talking, Xuan Weizi was looking at the person opposite him.
I saw a young man standing with a sword, hundreds of feet away, it was Mingyu.
"Fellow Taoist Mingyu, the old Taoist really can't figure it out. Fellow Taoist knows that our Taoist sect is bound to win this time! Why do you, Taoist priest, still get involved in this matter?"
After saying these words, the eyes of several people in the Taoist sect were filled with murderous intent, and they all stared at him.
Especially not far away, there was an old man in his seventies with an angry look on his face.
If it hadn't been for this person who suddenly intercepted him.
At least the life of the old man Po Tian could be saved.
Daoling Sect ranks sixth in the Holy Land, and its wealth and background are far inferior to those of Dao Lingqiong Realm and Tailing Sect.
Po Tian is the person within the sect who has the greatest hope of entering the realm of gods during the spiritual tide.
If this person dies, it will be enough for Dao Ling Sect, and the whole sect will be in heart-to-heart pain.
Na Mingyu was glanced at by several people, and her expression became condensed.
Even he, the Four Saints and Three Gods here, couldn't turn a blind eye. But he still smiled: "I, the Cangsheng Dao, received a lot of benefits from that demon king, and I want more later. Naturally, I have to exert some strength this time.
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Xuan Weizi shook his head slightly, really speechless.
Thinking about it, this Mingyu should know. With the four parties joining forces, Ao Kun Longying really has no chance! Even the Cangshengqiong realm cannot stop it.
Do you really want to involve the entire world?
"You don't care what he does!"
Chongguang raised his thick eyebrows angrily and snorted: "Kill that bastard first!"
As soon as he exerted his magic power, the space in front of him was torn open. He stretched out his big hand and broke directly towards the rooftop.
Mingyu was locked remotely by several people and could not move. However, he only frowned slightly, not much worried.
As expected, Chongguang's giant palm had just reached the top of the rooftop.
The void here suddenly rippled again. The bright pupils shrank, and the hand shrank back as if it had been pricked by a needle.
A trace of blood suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand. Chongguang himself also let out a muffled groan.
At this time, Hua Yun was not surprised but smiled instead. He looked far away and looked ahead: "Finally we are here. I thought you would be so timid today and not show up anymore!"
In the direction of the gaze, another man in his twenties walked out. He was wearing a golden robe, with a domineering aura and a sneer on his lips.
"Just kidding, the blood feud can be restored today. How could I, Ao Kun, not be here?" {Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}