Duan Ziqian didn't take Gu Changxiao's scaremongering and scolding angrily to heart.
First, I don’t believe it at all. Second, the layout of Huaxia’s small world is almost complete, and there is only one step left to “complete the merits.”
How could Duan Ziqian be willing to give up at this juncture? How could he give up?
So, he smiled.
He laughed scornfully, and his mind suddenly exploded.
As he surged from Changxia Island to Xuanyin Sea, one of the four most dangerous places, veins popped out on his forehead.
Gu Chang smiled playfully: "Do you think I'm lying to you?"
Duan Ziqian kept his mouth shut and didn't answer, and his mind continued to expand.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes.
After half a cup of tea, his drooped eyelids suddenly rolled up, revealing an unbelievable shock.
After the shock, the eye sockets swelled rapidly in shock.
"Wow."
The rules dissipate and the mind converges.
He breathed heavily and said in a hoarse voice: "How could it be, how could it be like this?"
Gu Chang smiled, his white hair flying, and said sarcastically: "If others don't know, no one can do anything but yourself. If there is such a big commotion in the fairy world, who do you think you can hide it from?"
"Black bones or blood?"
"Or maybe the ears and eyes installed by the demon and demon realms in the Eight Hundred Immortals Realm are all blind and deaf, allowing you, Wen Dian, to run amok and tyrannical?"
Duan Ziqian landed on the ground and said with a tyrannical attitude: "So what?"
"I am the one who arranged the layout, and you, the Martial Palace, are not idle either."
"Wugu Daoling, Wu Xuanchi and others, do you dare to say that they were not assigned by you to send them to China?"
Gu Chang smiled and said sternly: "China is the hometown of my disciple Su Xinglan, where he has relatives connected by blood. Not relatives are better than relatives in the Kunlun sect."
"I don't care if you hurt others, but the Su family cannot be touched, and China cannot be destroyed."
Duan Ziqian laughed angrily, and said angrily: "Gu Changxiao, I might as well tell you the truth, now that the matter is over, no one can stop me from destroying the small world of China."
"Suning deserves to die. I will kill all the forces that stand against Wen Dian."
"You can't stop me, and no one can stop me."
Gu Changxiao roared: "So, do you really want to disregard the billions of people in the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm for your own selfish interests?"
Duan Ziqian pressed forward step by step and said firmly, "Yes, there are mountains of bones and rivers of blood. I won't hesitate to do anything."
"not to mention......"
As soon as the topic changed, his momentum increased and he said as fast as lightning: "You are no longer qualified to fight with me."
"If I want to defeat you, one hour is enough."
"After I deal with you, who can stop me from destroying China?"
The sound is like beating a drum, hoarse at the top of your lungs.
Duan Ziqian, who was in a state of madness, raised his hands to the sky and used a magic seal to gather magic power and said: "I am facing the black bones and blood species with the eighth realm of semi-saint cultivation. With one against two, I can still keep the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm safe and sound."
"As for you..."
The law flashed, and he pushed forward with his open right palm and said: "You should die."
"Buzz."
The seal is suspended, emitting thousands of interweaving rays of light.
The bright light shrouded Changxia Island, and the light disappeared, and the heaven and earth dimmed.
There is no light in the dark night, no moon and no stars.
However, the next moment, a candle the size of a soybean rose up under the strong wind.
One fire turns into thousands of waves, endlessly reborn.
"This move is the first magical power that I first realized as a Semi-Saint, "Burning the Sky"."
"When we were both in the seventh realm of semi-saints, you used your magical power to resolve it, but I couldn't do anything to you."
"But today, my realm is one level higher than yours, and the power of the fused laws is not what it used to be."
"Gu Changxiao, how can you resist?"
Duan Ziqian put his hands together and said fiercely, "The only thing you can use is the saint's talisman in the attic of the forbidden area enshrined in the Martial Palace."
"Under the saint, everything is killed."
"Otherwise, there is nothing you can do."
Gu Changxiao's face tightened, and his eyes showed an unprecedented seriousness.
After breaking through, Duan Ziqian stepped into the eighth realm of true immortality one step ahead of him.
He knows what this means better than anyone else.
Clearly, but powerless, it is difficult to remain as calm and calm as before.
However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. No matter what, he had to stop Duan Ziqian from destroying the small world of China.
He didn't want to break his promise to Su Xinglan, he couldn't break his promise.
"Return to the ruins."
Use your hand as a sword, and the blade will shine brightly.
Its surface is radiant and full of light and shadow.
Gu Changxiao took a deep breath, raised the knife and slashed it to the end.
"Dong dong dong."
Silent thunder, thunder and lightning.
Under the sharp blade, Changxia Island was razed to the ground almost instantly, and the earth shook.
The fire wave suspended in mid-air split into two and continued to spread like a package.