On the other side, outside the border gate, Duan Ziqian, who had been waiting for a long time to no avail, finally realized that the situation had changed.
There is no other reason than that this battle has dragged on for too long.
It was so long that half an hour had passed since the moment Suning stepped into the Dengyin Immortal Realm.
The source fusion won't take that long, and Suning only has five minutes to find the formation.
Even if there were errors before and after, the Dengyin Immortal Realm should have been destroyed by self-destruction a quarter of an hour ago.
Rather than being intact as it is now, the blocking cage formed by the original power within it is still there.
"Fake?"
His face was gloomy and he was distracted.
After some careful exploration, Duan Ziqian suddenly raised his head and laughed strangely, filled with anger.
"How dare you, such a poor Deng Yin, secretly help Suning escape and use such a trick to deceive me."
"you......"
"Hehehe, I think you have lost your temper."
The smile became more and more sinister, Duan Ziqian's cold eyes shone brightly, and his murderous intent surged.
"Those who betray Wen Dian will die."
"collapse."
The void shattered and there were afterimages.
Not long after, Duan Ziqian came to the collapsed immortal palace hall.
Standing among the ruins, he looked at the Emperor Dengyin sitting cross-legged in the center of the square with an expressionless face and said: "I have treated you well. I have taught you my secret skills, helped you practice, and given you the nine masters of the Wen Palace.
Only those who are qualified to obtain the protective trump card."
"Forcibly training you from the qualifications of an Immortal King to the Seventeenth Grade True Immortal, to the rank of Emperor, and to rule the world alone."
"I have never been stingy with anything you want or need, and I have never treated you poorly."
"Similarly, you also swore by the way of heaven in the forbidden area of our Wen Palace, the "Ancestral Tower", that you will never let the Wen Palace down in this life, nor let me live up to the cultivation I have given you."
"But now..."
When the conversation changed, Duan Ziqian's breath was cold, and he walked towards the Emperor Dengyin step by step: "Is this how you repay me?"
His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were split, and he was burning with anger.
His right hand, which was hanging from his waist, was raised sharply, and his fingers formed into claws, and he grabbed it out brazenly.
"Click."
Tens of meters away, the seriously injured Emperor Dengyin was grabbed by the throat, with a look of pain on his face, but unable to struggle.
"Old, ancestor..."
"Brother, I made a mistake."
"Disciple deserves death."
"Disciple is ashamed of Wen Dian..."
"I just ask my ancestor to give me a happy life."
"puff."
Trembling, Emperor Dengyin was dying, and a large amount of scarlet blood foam spurted out from his mouth.
Duan Ziqian was unmoved, and said with extra force with his right hand: "I'm going to give you a pleasure, but who will give you pleasure in the future?"
"Do you know that this is the best opportunity to get rid of Suning?"
"If you let the tiger go back to the mountain, there will be endless troubles."
"boom."
Swept by the wind of the fist, Emperor Dengyin's body flew out.
His legs were on his knees, all bones broken.
Duan Ziqian stopped his hand, turned around and said indifferently: "There is no shortage of worldly ants in the fairy world. Let alone the tens of billions of creatures in your world, what if there are hundreds of billions?"
"When one world is destroyed and hundreds of worlds are reborn, someone must sacrifice their life for it first."
"And all this is worth it."
"Buzz."
The golden light shines and the laws move.
With his mind covering a thousand miles, Duan Ziqian closed his eyes and frowned.
He captured the subtle fluctuations between Suning's remaining heaven and earth, heading northwest.
But what he couldn't believe was that he actually extracted a ray of terrifying pressure belonging to the seventh realm of Semi-Saint from the inaudible fluctuation of demonic power.
It's wrapped around the fingertips, if it's there or not.
