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Chapter 2432 Not alone on the road to Huangquan

Wang Qinghong has been in contact with Qingge many times. Although he is afraid of Qingge, he is a strong person in the phantom realm, while Ye Qingge only stays in the star realm.

Even if Ye Qingge has the advantage in the battle, he cannot be killed.

Wang Qinghong was born with pride and was the chosen one. His noble and proud life for decades was now broken into pieces.

Wang Qinghong glared at Qingge angrily.

Some people, who are used to being comfortable and blessed by nature, are afraid of dignity, fame and fortune.

The same is true for Wang Qinghong.

Qingge's slender eyebrows were slightly raised, a cold light suddenly appeared in her narrow eyes, and there was an evil smile on her lips.

Three thousand silver hair fluttered in the wind, and a red dress blazed like fire.

The woman's beauty is so stunning that people can't take their eyes away.

She is cold and lazy, passionate and noble, like a snake and a scorpion, but she also sticks to her heart and retains her kindness.

When she walked towards Wang Qinghong, she withdrew the pressure that was at the Seven Star Spiritual Master's breach. It was like a volcano erupting, and the long-standing spiritual power burst out from a whole grain of god-level true essence, like a dam bursting.

The tide is rushing incessantly.

Boom!

Then a clear and holy sound sounded, and the strong wind spread out in all directions with the light song as the center. Long sleeves filled with wind, drumming and hunting sounds.

At this moment, in the distant space, there seemed to be a golden phoenix spreading its wings and soaring. It chirped for nine days, and the sound of the phoenix's cry made the half-demon outside the main city's boundary tremble with fear.

Qingge's body spread out the bright golden light.

The faint light is like wings, with beautiful textured feathers stretching along the back.

At the same time, all the spiritual energy in the Dantian is absorbed by the true essence and becomes a new breath.

Phantom power!

The earth generates aura and spiritual power, and the sun and moon cultivate illusions for me!

Only those who have reached the phantom realm can derive pure phantom power through true energy and practice.

As a phantom power user, the phantom power absorbed can transform into birds, animals, mountains, rocks, trees and water to fight.

Yan Liufang, Ye Xuanji, and Bai Liuguang looked sideways, with the meandering scenery reflected in their eyes.

The sky and the earth are pitch black, with demonic puppets in the distance ready to move and dotted with blood. Nearby, the golden light of the Eastern Emperor shines, like a god-like halo.

"There is someone in this world who has such an elegant breakthrough in cultivation..." Yan Liufang murmured to herself and took a breath of cold air.

"Illusion master...a sect of phantom master...how is this possible?" Wang Shangdao was extremely frightened.

A year ago, Ye Qingge was just a great spiritual master.

In just one year, he became a practitioner of the Phantom Realm?

Breaking through two realms within one year, such a speed of cultivation is really amazing.

Wang Qinghong's expression changed drastically. At this moment, the power contained in Ye Qingge's body made him panic.

Ye Qingge has the ability to fight across different levels, and he possesses rare treasures and multiple killing moves.

If Ye Qingge breaks through the phantom realm, then he will have no ability to fight back.

The sense of crisis that he had never felt before made Wang Qinghong's hair stand on end.

Wang Qinghong is only interested in profit and loves face, but in the face of life, face is worthless.

Wang Qinghong took out the Lingbao to escape, and put his essence and blood into the Lingbao. The power in the Lingbao would allow him to escape from the dead.

Just when Wang Qinghong was about to pour blood into the escape world, a thunder exploded, and Wang Qinghong trembled suddenly.

Wang Qinghong's pupils narrowed and he looked down, only to see that the Ling Bao Escape Sky in his hand was blown to pieces by a bolt of thunder.

Wang Qinghong suddenly turned his head and glared at Ye Qingge, "Ye Qingge, I am the young master of the palace, you can't kill me!"

"The lives of tens of thousands of disciples of my Heaven and Earth Academy were mercilessly slaughtered by you. Prince Wang, you can still live if you do evil in heaven, but you can't live if you do evil in man!"

Qingge walked up to Wang Qinghong and stretched out her hand to capture Wang Qinghong's fragile neck.

Wang Qinghong was at the end of his strength and had no other choice.

The strength he was proud of was helpless against Ye Qingge.

When Ye Qingge broke through the Phantom Spirit Master, the whole world seemed to have changed drastically.

Wang Qinghong swallowed suddenly and wanted to take out the life-saving spiritual treasure from the space treasure again. Unexpectedly, Ye Qingge's mental power had the element of thunder and lightning, and it hummed and overbearingly, ruthlessly and cruelly cut off his connection with the space treasure.

Wang Qinghong panicked, ran to the edge, took out his treasured bow, and wanted to shoot Qingge from a distance.

Wang Qinghong quickly drew the bow and stringed it, hoping to pierce Ye Qingge's soft and delicate body with an arrow.

Those scarlet eyes were filled with fear and murder.

Wang Qinghong's pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he was wailing and roaring in his heart.

Screaming and hesitating.

If Ye Qingge was born, how could he be born, Wang Qinghong?

The world is ruthless, why did such a monster, the Eastern Emperor, appear?

Let his life turn upside down, shatter his pride, trample on his nobility.

Wang Qinghong shot more than a dozen arrows in a row, and the arrows turned into a rush of light, floating in the sky, shooting stars chasing the moon, coming like an autumn wind, and suddenly swept into the night singing.

Wang Qinghong's archery skills are not as good as Ye Qingge's, but they are among the best in Wuzhou.

"East Emperor! Be careful!" Ye Xuanji shouted.

Wang Qinghong was a different person, his arrow skills were precise, his speed was fast, and his angles were tricky, making it difficult to dodge.

More than a dozen flaming arrows flew towards Qingge, all of them were killing moves. The arrows were mercilessly approaching Qingge's life gate.

Singing softly is like stepping on the water, your body is light, elegant, and noble.

She was as lazy as a nine-tailed fox demon dancing in the jungle, walking slowly towards Wang Qinghong.

When the arrow was approaching her, her figure disappeared. The next moment she appeared behind the arrow, getting closer and closer to Wang Qinghong.

Wang Qinghong's eyes turned red with anxiety, he kept pulling the string to nock an arrow, and kept shooting.

Arrows are falling like rain, Qing Ge is not threatened at all, and his body is like a ghost, flying through the rain of arrows.

Finally, there was a flash, and suddenly, Ye Qingge disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Ye Qingge, get out of here!" Wang Qinghong shouted angrily with red eyes, turning his head around and looking for Qingge's figure.

However - there is no trace to be found!

"Brother Wang, why are you so angry?" A charming voice sounded in his ears, and all the hair on Wang Qinghong's body stood on end.

Wang Qinghong turned his head and saw a stunningly beautiful face.

The beauty's eyes are as fierce as a poisonous scorpion, as cold as Xuan Bing.

Her hands suddenly grabbed Wang Qinghong's hair and threw it high into the air. At the same time, she put her knee on Wang Qinghong's abdomen.

Wang Qinghong's body was like a bow and he was vomiting blood.

In the sky, Qingge's body turned slightly, and the moment he raised his hands, light flickered on his fingertips, and the Mingwang Sword pierced the air.

Qingge held the knife in both hands, knelt on one knee, and pierced Wang Qinghong's chest with the knife.

Qingge fell down with his sword and Wang Qinghong's body.

Bang!

Wang Qinghong fell to the ground, Qingge knelt on one knee, and the Mingwang Sword in his hand was inserted directly into Wang Qinghong's heart.

Wang Qinghong's eyes widened with disbelief.

"Ye Qingge..."

"I am Wangfu...Young Master..."

His identity as the young master of the palace made Wang Qinghong successful, but also killed him.

Qingge pulled out the knife, blood splashed on her face, and her expression became more and more indifferent.

Qingge leaned towards Wang Qinghong's ear, smiled sweetly, and said in a quiet tone, "Wang Qinghong, on the road to Huangquan, there are tens of thousands of resentful spirits in our Heaven and Earth Court waiting for you. You won't be lonely even if you think about it."

Qingge's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and her eyes were slightly moist.

She could finally go to the Heaven and Earth Courtyard, face tens of thousands of graves, and have a drink.


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