Breathing deeply, he raised the corners of his mouth and said with a face full of intoxication: "You can avoid killing mortals, but I don't want to keep any monks above the eighth level of a true immortal."
"If you agree, the agreement will take effect."
"If you don't agree, hey, I can kill as many mortals as I can."
"Even if Duan Ziqian comes, I can still destroy most of your Dengyin Immortal Realm. I'll turn the bones into a mountain and they won't change for thousands of years."
"Don't forget, I, Suning, am not the same Suning I was when I entered the Wuchen Immortal Palace. I am a demon cultivator, a demon cultivator who eats human essence and blood."
Emperor Dengyin's eyelids twitched and he fell into silent contemplation.
After a long while, he spoke with difficulty: "It's up to you. I just hope you keep your word."
After thinking for a while, he quickly added: "No matter what your plan is, the confrontation between you and Ancestor Duan cannot begin in our Dengyin Immortal Realm, and you cannot hurt any mortal in our world."
"On this point, I want you to swear an oath with your blood relatives in the small world of China."
"If you violate this oath, your Su family will be exterminated."
"Boom."
In response to Emperor Dengyin's response, the entire Immortal Palace collapsed.
In an instant, it was reduced to ruins and the place was in a mess.
At the same time, the overwhelming pressure belonging to Suning came down and said: "If you dare to say one more word, the agreement will be invalid. I want you to destroy the world of Dengyin Immortal Realm and disappear from the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm."
"Uh-huh."
When the sound falls, the fire rises, and the tongues of fire spread.
Suning's figure transformed into ten, ten into hundreds, hundreds into millions, densely packed and everywhere.
"call......"
Suddenly, the wind blew up and the fire surged.
The sparks flying all over the sky were like fireflies falling, one by one, they locked on the monks of the eighth level of True Immortal and above.
"Die, all die."
"Blood Qi, I want endless essence and blood Qi."
"The seventh realm of semi-saint..."
"Supernatural seeds..."
"Quick, absorb it to your heart's content, devour it to your heart's content."
"Isn't it enough?"
"Come again."
Under the shadow of the clone, Suning looked ferocious and smiled evilly.
"Click."
Someone's neck was broken and his eyes were bulging.
"Bah."
Someone had his chest pierced and looked stunned.
Continuously, monks from the Dengyinxian Realm fell down, one after another.
An inner disciple of the eighth-grade True Immortal, an Immortal General of the ninth-grade True Immortal, an Immortal King of the thirteenth-grade True Immortal...
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes...
Until most of Suning's clones were recovered one after another, the seventh magical seed that was hungry in his Dantian was finally completed.
From dark to light, dazzling.
"Bo."
It seems that the invisible barrier has been broken, and his cultivation has officially entered the early stage of the seventh realm of semi-saint.
"Did you make it?"
His eyes flashed suddenly, Suning's belly sank, and he took a deep breath.
The laws of movement around the body are far superior to those in the late Sixth Realm of Semi-Saints.
"Duan Ziqian, when we meet in the same realm, without Gu Changxiao to help me, I want to see why you keep me."
"Whoosh."
Moving quickly through the sky, Suning left the Dengyin Fairyland in a swaggering manner.
