Duan Ziqian said excitedly: "Sure enough, a difference of one level is a thousand miles, you will no longer be my opponent."
"I have completed one magical power, and the power contained in my magical power is obviously greater than yours."
"Hahaha, okay, very good."
"In that case, I don't need to test it anymore."
"Either you go back to the Martial Palace, or you stay here forever."
Biting the tip of his tongue, Duan Ziqian sprayed blood mist from his mouth and said with anger: "Heaven's punishment."
"Get God's will and do it for God."
"Those who violate God's will shall be punished."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."
The rules are running and the fingers are entangled.
He ingested the essence and blood from the tip of his tongue through the air, gathered all the essence between his eyebrows and merged into his soul.
At the same time, the void in front of him suddenly exploded.
What seeps out is the extremely violent power of the abyss.
"The eighth magical power..."
A thousand meters away, Gu Changxiao looked a little small.
He stood far away, looking at it with envy and laughing at himself.
Finally, it turned into a long sigh, showing a look of decadence and frustration.
"We have been fighting for nearly ten thousand years, evenly matched, and finally, you won."
"As you said, you Duan Ziqian don't need to rely on Jiang Lin'an to defeat Wudian. You want to be the well-deserved number one in the three realms."
"you did it.
"Ah......"
The bitter laughter dissipated in the wind and spread farther and farther.
Gu Changxiao no longer hesitated, raised his hand and used the seventh form of magical power.
Knowing that he couldn't fight, knowing that it would end in failure, he still tried his best to delay it.
Not for anything else, just because his precious disciple said: If China is destroyed, I, Su Xinglan, will become a demon instead of an immortal. When I return to the immortal world in the future, I will make the eight hundred immortal worlds stained with blood and the sky will be stained red, and the mountains of corpses will not last for thousands of years.
fall.
Gu Changxiao knew that Su Xinglan was serious.
His character, his care for his family, and this blood feud will lead him to betray the Martial Palace and the Immortal World at all costs.
That scene was something Gu Changxiao didn't want to see.
But, how long can he delay?
One hour?
It's not a big problem to escape unscathed after an hour. After all, he is a strong semi-saint and can't be beaten. There are still ways to escape.
But there is no way to stop Duan Ziqian from destroying the small world of China. What is the significance of this trip?
Could it be that we can only use the saint's talisman that has been passed down by Wudian for a long time?
No, as soon as this idea came to Gu Changxiao's mind, he rejected it immediately.
The saint's talisman cannot be moved. Once this treasure of the palace is missing, the status of the Martial Palace will plummet.
"How can I do?"
Feeling restless and upset.
Gu Changxiao moved forward, seizing the opportunity before Duan Ziqian made a move, and took advantage of the situation to use the seventh form of magical power that reached its peak.
"Well come."
The latter became energetic, crossed his fingers, and forcibly pulled out the long abyss river across the sky.
"Gulu gulu."
The river is boiling and boundless.
It is both a river and a sword, a sword of the abyss falling from the sky.
Gu Changxiao's eyes twitched and he retreated nearly ten thousand meters.
Corroded by the terror and coercion, he felt deeply powerless.
"Xinglan, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect China."
He muttered to himself, full of shame.
His clenched fists unclenched and then clenched, clenched and then unclenched.
Repeated again and again, I watched helplessly as the seventh magical power, which could shatter any small world, ceased to exist under the penetration of the Sword of the Abyss.
Tens of seconds of resistance turned into smoke in the blink of an eye.
"Oh, it's quite lively."
Just when Gu Changxiao felt timid and was helpless, a white skeleton condensed out of thin air.
After a moment, a black man in a golden robe walked out of the void, looked at the mighty abyss with interest, and exclaimed in wonder: "Is this the power of the eighth realm of the Half-Saint?"
"laugh."
Pillars of blood surged from the ground, and waves of blood continued.
In the red mist, a vampire dressed in red robes appeared leisurely.
Different from the strange aura of Heigu, when he appeared, a line of blood burst out from his fingers.
"Wow."
Blood rain poured down, and the long river fell continuously around the abyss.
"this......"
Gu Changxiao's heartbeat quickened, and he said with one glance: "You have also broken through to the eighth realm of Semi-Saint."
