Zhongli pointed out with a point, and the endless fire of Li came with power.
He did not use the will of the gods.
Because Mo Leixing had tried it, even Mo Leixing's powerful will of the gods could not suppress Ye Qing.
Therefore, Zhongli did not use the will of the gods, but simply crushed with divine power.
Zhong Li didn't believe that with Ye Qing's cultivation, he could compete with him without using top-grade artifacts.
If Zhongli wins in this battle, even if the senior officials of Shangqing Temple do not deprive Ye Qing of his sainthood, Ye Qing will be disgraced.
A sneer appeared on Zhongli's face.
However, soon, the smile on Zhongli's face froze.
His Lihuo formed a cage of flames, with infinite power and wanted to burn the world.
But Ye Qing only made one sword.
In an instant, a terrifying sword rhyme attacked, containing the heavenly killing intention.
The moment Ye Qing released his sword rhyme, a strange phenomenon of a sea of corpses and blood appeared in the sky.
The surging bloody smell came, which made people shocked!
With one sword, all things collapse and heaven and earth change color!
Ye Qing's ancient sword rhyme is so strong that it is unimaginable.
In the blink of an eye, Zhongli's killing move collapsed in an instant, and a golden sword light came to Zhongli with infinite murderous intent.
The golden sword light had not yet stabbed Zhongli's body, but just approached him, and the terrifying sword aura teared his body apart.
Zhong Li looked terrified, and blood marks appeared on his body!
The vitality in his body passed quickly, and a golden sword light quickly magnified in his pupils!
"This is impossible!"
Zhongli was shocked.
His killer moves could not hurt Ye Qing at all, and Ye Qing's strength completely lost the power of resistance.
"He actually understood the ancient sword rhyme of killing and slashing!"
Among the crowd, Mo Chen's face was extremely ugly, jealous and envious, and hated.
When in the Sword Pavilion, Mo Chen mocked Ye Qing and asked Ye Qing to watch outside the sword formation, saying that with Ye Qing's talent, he could not enter the ancient sword formation to comprehend.
However, Ye Qing mastered the ancient sword rhyme!
Mo Chen had been in the sword formation for a long time, but he only realized the aura of the ancient sword rhyme of the sword. He was still far from truly mastering the sword rhyme of the sword rhyme.
Ye Qing's talent is amazing and brilliant, and he completely steps Mo Chen on his feet.
At this moment, Mo Chen, remembering what he said to Ye Qing in the Sword Pavilion in the past, his face felt so hot.
In the void, all the senior officials of the Shangqing Temple changed their expressions!
Ye Qing's sword was too amazing.
Zhong Li, the top saint, is completely unable to compete under Ye Qing’s sword!
Ye Qing is now only at the fourth level of Divine Blood, and can crush Zhongli at will, and his future prospects are limitless.
"He understood the rhyme of the killing sword in the sword pavilion!" Dan Wuhen said, "This kid is so energetic that he actually has time to study swordsmanship. Why don't he refine alchemy? It seems that I'm going to have a good chat with him."
Dan Wuhen's eyes were a little resentful. He always thought that alchemy was the right way.
"Dan Wuhen, what nonsense are you talking about? Ye Qing has such a good swordsmanship talent, what should I do if I have nothing to do?" Jian Wuxin called him in person.
The two Supreme Elders, the soul figures of Shangqing Temple, started arguing on the spot, and spitting around.
The group of elders looked shocked and embarrassed to persuade them to fight.
Jian Wuxin and Dan Wuhen are this temper, they are already used to it.
However, in the battle below, Zhongli could no longer compete with Ye Qing's ancient sword rhyme. The vitality in his body kept passing, and he might die completely under Ye Qing's sword.
"No!"
Zhongli looked frightened and clearly felt the threat of death.
The golden sword light released by Ye Qing was simply an invincible existence, destroying it. No matter how high Zhongli's cultivation is or how strong his bloodline is, it is useless.
The will of the gods was released like a tide, and Zhongli tried to influence Ye Qing with the will of the gods, causing the sword rhyme to collapse.
However, Zhongli obviously overestimated the power of his divine will.
Ye Qing's ancestor dragon's power protects his body and does not invade all laws. Even the will of the gods cannot make Ye Qing bow his head.
"Okay, let's just stop here."
In the void, the palace master Yue Yunshu pinched his hands with his hands, and a white palm print was shot out.
Soon, the golden sword light collapsed, and the ancient sword rhyme dissipated.
The palace master took action himself, and Ye Qing's ancient sword rhyme was naturally unable to compete with.
However, after the sword rhyme collapsed, Ye Qing was not backfired. The palace master obviously only wanted to stop the battle and did not want to hurt Ye Qing.
Under the bombardment of the white palm print, everything returned to peace.
Zhongli was covered in blood, his body was almost broken, and he was seriously injured.
At this moment, he looked miserable and had no style of a top saint at all.
The saints' hearts trembled wildly, and the eyes of their eyes looking at Ye Qing were filled with awe.
Ye Qing’s strength is ridiculously strong!
The saints asked themselves that no one could defeat the powerful Zhongli.
Ye Qing took action and easily crushed him.
If the Palace Master had not stopped him, Ye Qing would even kill Zhongli on the spot.
"Ye Qing, you are outstanding in talent, and I will give you the title of the No. 1 Saint."
"Zhongli, abolish the throne of saints."
Yue Yunshu's voice was gentle, but she had an inexplicable majesty.
"Disciples follow!"
Below, Zhongli bowed and retreated, but he still felt unwilling to accept it, but Ye Qing's unscrupulous strength made him feel powerless.
Ridiculously, Zhongli has been emphasizing that Ye Qing is not qualified to become a saint and wants to abolish the position of Ye Qing as a saint.
But Zhongli himself was the one who was abolished.
The saints were shocked and all of them understood that Ye Qing would not dare to compete with them if he did not come to attend the saints conference.
However, there was no Ye Qing's opponent at the Saints Conference.
Ye Qing’s cultivation level of the fourth level of Divine Blood is already invincible in the younger generation of Shangqing Temple!
Among the crowd, Hua Nongying's face looked a little bad.
She was originally the first saint, but the words of the palace master made Ye Qing the first.
But Hua Nongying didn't say anything else.
Ye Qing can crush Zhongli, but Hua Nongying asks herself that she can't do it. If she fights Ye Qing head-on, she may be the same ending of being crushed.
The conflict between her and Ye Qing is that her followers die at Ye Qing's hands, which is not a big deal.
Originally, Hua Nongying wanted to teach Ye Qing a lesson at the Saints Conference and give him some color.
But now it seems that Hua Nongying’s idea is a bit ridiculous.
"Why, Lord?"
Ye Qing looked directly at Yue Yunshu and said lightly.
Zhongli must have died.
But Yue Yunshu stopped it.
Ye Qing felt a little unhappy, even if the other party was the palace master.
"Give me a face." Yue Yunshu smiled and said in a voice transmission.
On the surface, Yue Yunshu didn't say anything, but just looked at Ye Qing quietly with a gentle smile on her face.
"Qing'er, Master is very nice to me." Zhao Ruoning suddenly sent a message.
"The Lord of the Palace is wise!"
Ye Qing hugged his fists and his murderous intent dispersed.
In the distance, Zhongli was ashamed of pardon and sweating all over. Just now, he felt Ye Qing's terrifying murderous intent. Even if the palace master came forward, Ye Qing didn't plan to let him go.
However, it seems that it's okay now.
Ye Qing stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the void, with a calm expression and a light cloud.
Ye Qing didn't care about Zhongli's life.
Yue Yunshu wants face and Ye Qing gives it to her.
She is good to Zhao Ruoning. Since she is Zhao Ruoning's master, she is considered kind.
Of course Ye Qing has to give this face.
In the void, Jian Wuxin said casually: "I am a little proud, but I like it."
Just now, Ye Qing faced the palace master and asked her why, not everyone had this kind of courage.
The palace master had already given the order. In the Shangqing Temple, she said the same thing, but Ye Qing asked why.
Obviously, Ye Qing didn't care about the authority of the Palace Master.
"Fuck!" Dan Wuchen suddenly cursed, "Ye Qing is my disciple. Does it have any connection with you?"
Jian Wuxin's mouth twitched.
"You're just farting! Before Ye Qing joined the Shangqing Temple, I already took a fancy to him!" Jian Wuxin said seriously.
"When Ye Qing was still in the womb, I noticed him and carefully cultivated him all the way. Do you dare to say that he is your disciple? What do you think of me?" Dan Wuhen looked serious.