In just a short moment, both sides had already launched thousands of moves.
The originally flat ground was directly smashed into countless large craters, as if the impact of a meteorite. They hit from the ground to the sky, and then from the sky to the ground. The terrifying force of the collision caused countless red trees, rocks, and mountain peaks to appear.
They turned into powder one after another.
Ren Cangqiong could no longer remember how many scars he had on Jiuzhuanjin's body. The opponent's divine power with the power of Tao brought with it an indescribable impact, almost piercing through his body several times. His soul was shocked, and he almost
Destroyed.
And An Mie was not much better. According to his original idea, Ren Cangqiong would be directly blasted into dregs by the absolute crushing force of the upper god combined with his crazy impact. However, he did not expect that the opponent's body would be extremely tough.
, no matter how raging the divine power of his Taoism is, he can never truly penetrate it.
It was obvious that this kid had no idea what kind of adventure he had gotten, and he actually developed an immortal body comparable to the gods above. Unless his soul was killed, he would never be able to cause real fatal damage to him.
After the battle, both sides retreated with a tacit understanding, and both tried their best to restore their own strength.
Ren Cangqiong's chest was heaving rapidly, and his clothes were completely soaked with sweat. However, he was running the immortal emperor energy crazily, quickly recovering from the wounds on his body. A pair of beast-like eyes looked at An Mie, full of
Aggressive.
And An Mie also looked at Ren Cangqiong coldly, constantly recovering his divine power. The stronger Ren Cangqiong showed, the less he dared to take it lightly. After such a long confrontation, he felt that if he did not go all out, he would soon be in danger.
It is possible to die in your own red prison battlefield.
The cold eyes kept colliding, and the other party knew that the other party was not giving their best.
This thousand rounds of confrontation is just a trial!
"Ren Cangqiong. I admit that you are very strong. It is indeed a bit unexpected that such a person can appear in a small third-rate world." An Mie said in a solemn tone, "Many years ago, maybe I would have looked at you with admiration. But today, you and I are in the same place.
We are on the opposite side, so I can only kill you to complete my mission. Again, hand over the key to the treasure. I can give you a decent way to die."
"Hahaha..." Ren Cangqiong looked up to the sky and laughed, and then suddenly looked at An Mie, "Then I will reply to your words, I will open the treasure and get the inheritance. Let your master's dream come true.
Don’t surrender to me!”
"You are too naive. Do you really think that just a mere treasure can make the Lord Qitian obey your orders?" An Mie sneered, "Ren Cangqiong, don't just think that a treasure can make you reach the sky in one step."
Yan Mie also used the method of attacking the heart. The real secret about the Dragon King's treasure must not be let to Ren Cangqiong.
"Others may not work. But the inheritance of the God King of Duobao Dragon King may really have such a magical effect." Ren Cangqiong suddenly smiled slightly, "If I am not wrong, you, the Lord God, have gone to such great lengths to seize the God.
King Treasure. Is it because there is no God King Treasure that the other seven tribes cannot be convinced? The significance of the God King inheritance is great. Maybe you know better than me. It is the ultimate token for the coronation of the God King."
"How do you know the secret of the Dragon King's inheritance?" An Mie's expression changed drastically.
In his mind, the reason why Ren Cangqiong wanted to open the treasure was simply because of the name of the Dragon King's treasure. But he might not know anything about the most precious God King's treasure in the Dragon King's inheritance.
The Supreme Treasure of the God King is what Qitian God really cares about - without it, Qitian cannot convince the public at all, nor can he be crowned the real God King convincingly.
However, Ren Cangqiong is just a third-rate person from a small world, there is no way he would know these secrets!
Could it be...that those losers in the Yasha Department leaked this secret?
An Mie immediately rejected his idea. No matter how stupid they were, General Feilong and others of the Yasha tribe would not be stupid enough to leak the secret of the God King's treasure.
"I may know a little more than you." Ren Cangqiong joked, "Imagine what it would be like if a mere third-rate monk from the small world got the Dragon King's treasure and became the God King of the Tianlong World.
A situation?”
The dark face was like ashes, and the words spoken by Ren Cangqiong pierced his heart like a sharp blade. Lord Shenlong King once said that if he dies or disappears, who can return holding the God King's treasure, then he will be the one who returns.
The God-King Overlord of the Tianlong World cannot be defied by anyone.
This decision is known to almost everyone in the Tianlong world.
If Ren Cangqiong obtains the inheritance of the God King and takes the position of the God King of the Tianlong World, it will definitely be a shame to An Mie, Qitian God, and even the entire people of the Tianlong World.
"No matter how you know this, Ren Cangqiong, you will definitely die today!" An Mie lowered his face, his eyes were sinister, "I will leave your soul on the Red Prison battlefield and become the guardian saint! This is definitely worth it to you.
It is a gift. After all, your soul is still alive. Of course, your soul will eventually be refined by me into a puppet. It has no independent consciousness, no physical form, and is not even as good as a puppet. Hahaha... I must be looking forward to it very much.
Bar."
Having said that, An Mie swung out his right fist that he had been suppressing, and the strange dark aura came with a whistling sound. The void continued to collapse, and countless stardust spurted in.
Gloved right hand!
From the beginning of the fight to this point, An Mie's right fist has not been thrown once, which makes people suddenly feel that his right hand is disabled.
However, Ren Cangqiong was always on guard, instinctively intuiting that this right fist contained very terrifying power.
Almost at the same time that An Mie's right fist was swung out, Ren Cangqiong waved the wings of divine light and fled away, away from the range of the fist's power.
"Rumble..."
Where the jet black fist swept, the mountain peaks like pillars of heaven collapsed, the red rocks shattered and collapsed, and the big trees were directly annihilated into dust... Everything was turned into powder, almost comparable to the blow of the quasi-god king.
Any force that can compete with it.
That thrilling punch, rough and terrifying, destroys everything.
"rise……"
An Mie then shouted loudly, bent his left hand, and countless mysterious symbols spurted out, and they were all submerged into the jumble of rocks like a sword tomb.
However, the rocks pointing slantingly toward the sky like sharp swords were suddenly uprooted and rushed into the sky one after another, shooting towards the sky.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
The sound of breaking through the air kept coming, and it was like a rain of stone swords was falling from the sky.
Ren Cangqiong stood still, his hands constantly transforming into the seals of the Nine-Yang Mahamudra, constantly evolving the mysterious moral meaning. At this moment, he seemed to be connected with the heaven and earth, turning into the god king who dominates the sky, with his eyes bleak.
"Dark Sun!"
Several rounds of golden scorching suns rose into the sky and condensed into a huge golden sun. This golden sun was almost connected to the sky, covering this world. Let the sky stand under the golden sun, wild
Her long hair kept swaying in the wind, and the Tianluo Divine Sword in her hand suddenly pointed forward.
The edge of the golden sun suddenly turned black, almost blending into the sky, and a terrifying divine power pressed down like a huge golden wave.
"Boom boom boom..."
Those thick and huge stone swords were crushed into powder and annihilated by the divine power.
And An Mie's fist power was also shattered by this terrifying divine power. The two offset each other and turned into calm.
The current Red Prison battlefield has transformed into two completely different scenes.
Half of it is glamorous red, and the other half is desolate black.
"Red Refined Demon Spirit!"
An Mie roared angrily and suddenly took out a green jade flute.
This jade flute has nine holes and looks crystal clear, but it gives people a rather uncomfortable cold feeling.
Sure enough, when the jade flute was put to An Mie's lips, a magical sound like weeping, whining, and shouting poured out. This kind of magical sound can penetrate the ears, nose, and mouth, penetrate directly into the soul, and steal the soul.
Just after hearing this magic sound, Ren Cangqiong felt a sense of desolation, as if there was no one he was attached to between heaven and earth. The trajectory of the nebula at the position of the sea of qi was also slightly disordered, and there seemed to be a collapse.
Bad omen.
Fortunately, Ren Cangqiong's spiritual thoughts were countless times more powerful than others. Seeing that his Taoist heart was being eroded by the demonic sound, he quickly recited the "Pure Heart Curse" in "The Art of Divine Control" to ward off evil spirits and protect his mind. The spiritual platform became clear and clear.
Get rid of all these evil thoughts.
However, the sound of the dim flute suddenly changed, and the sound suddenly rose in pitch, as if thousands of ghosts were born. The terrifying sound pierced the soul, as if it was challenging the limit of what the spirit could resist.
"Woooooooo..."
Four powerful demonic souls suddenly rushed over from the four directions of the Red Prison battlefield. These four powerful demonic souls were refined by An Mie using a very evil secret method. They devoured the lives of countless monks and seized the opponent's body.
Refined from the soul.
Moreover, the refining process of demon souls is also quite dangerous. These four powerful demon souls are the product of continuous devouring and merging. After countless battles, the demon souls are quite fierce and have a fighting power that is no weaker than the upper gods.
Of course, Yan Mie has powerful mental control over these four demonic souls, and can stimulate the movements of these four demonic souls according to his divine thoughts.
These four demon souls have no specific form, just like black mist, but they can transform into various shapes at will.
"Woooooooo..."
The four demon spirits began to attack Ren Cangqiong.
It’s the sword technique of Darkness!
Ren Cangqiong frowned, because he clearly saw the four demon souls transformed into human beings holding long swords, and the sword techniques they used were exactly the sword moves that An Mie was good at.
"Bo..."
When Ren Cangqiong defeated one of the demon souls, he found that the demon soul turned directly into smoke, then transformed into a human form again, and stabbed him again with the sword.
"This demon soul is a spirit body and cannot be killed at all. Just wait until your divine power is exhausted and die." An Mie sneered from the side, "There is no doubt that Ren Cangqiong, you will be the most powerful in this seat.