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Chapter 1230 Gu Qing fights

In the void arena, Gu Qing looked at the scene in front of him, and had to admire Zhan Wuyou in his heart. He was so deep in the city, and he had been willing to lie dormant for three hundred years. Now he broke out. Not only did his cultivation reach Tianyuan, but he also took over everything.

The monks in the Holy Domain are afraid that the War Immortal Sect will become the first sect of the human race in the Holy Domain in the future.

The golden light dissipated and the world became clear. Zhan Wuyou nodded calmly, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and then he bowed to the three Tianyuan monks, indicating that the good relationship had been forged and would be repaid one day.

Looking at Bai Buyi and Ji Luyu, the Tianfeng Clan leader said indifferently: "Two fellow Taoists, I from the Hundred Clan are not bullying others with power. I will give you two time to think about it. When the feast of the Hundred Clan is over, I hope that these two fellow Taoists can give me some advice."

Waiting for a satisfactory answer."

Although the Tianfeng clan leader did not mean to be harsh and coercive, his words were full of profound meaning. I am afraid that if the two major sects and holy places do not agree to submit to the clans, they will never be able to leave this ancient battlefield today.

"The ranking of hundreds of tribes has officially started. All saints, please win glory for your tribe." Chief Tianfeng appeared above the soul-suppressing bell, and his words resounded throughout the ancient battlefield.

As Patriarch Tianfeng finished speaking, the Saint Son of the Hundred Clans' eyes flashed with light. They had been waiting for a long time, waiting for this moment. Everyone wanted to be the brightest star in the feast of the Hundred Clans, not only for glory, but also for the Hundred Clans.

With their clan resources, if they could win the title of the No. 1 Holy Son of a hundred clans, they would be excited just thinking about it.

At this time, both the human monks and the young prodigies of the Holy Land were ignored by the Holy Sons of the Hundred Races, and the two Taixuan Sect Masters of the Holy Land were also locked by the powerful Qi machine of the Hundred Races, like birds in a cage, trapped.

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If we say they have become spectators, it is better to say they are prisoners. At this time, the overall situation has been decided, and no one can make a comeback for them.

Looking deeply at Gu Qing in the ring, Tianfeng Clan Chief's eyes flashed with repeated murderous intentions, and then announced indifferently: "Since the end of ancient times, our hundreds of tribes have been hiding in the world, and the ranking of hundreds of tribes will start again after ten thousand years. The rules

As follows, all saints, listen carefully."

The Tianfeng Clan leader slowly read out the rules of the Hundred Clans Ranking Competition, making the Hundred Clans Holy Son gear up and appear eager to try.

Hearing the rules of the Hundred Races Ranking Tournament, Gu Qing was startled, and a playful expression flashed across his face. He wanted to fight all the way up by himself.

The Jade Rabbit Tribe is the last one among the hundreds of ancient tribes, and can be said to be extremely weak. The rules of the Hundred Tribes Ranking Competition are from low to high. The monks ranked lower can challenge the monks ranked higher, in order.

Increasingly until defeated.

This kind of rule is very cruel, and it is in line with the saying that the weak can eat the strong, but it also makes Gu Qing like it very much. Looking at the cultivation of the Heavenly Phoenix Saint, she must be the Saint of the Hundred Races.

With the existence of the top three, Gu Qing is sure to reach the top ten, which can be regarded as repaying Yu'er's kindness for saving her life.

clang!

As the bell rang, dozens of young geniuses from the human race were covered by a golden light like pigs and dogs in captivity.

This made them extremely embarrassed. They were the proud sons of the human race, but they were treated like this in front of the hundreds of tribes. They felt resentful in their hearts, but they did not dare to show it. In fact, the hundreds of tribes were extremely frightened. It was not them.

People can shake it.

Gu Qing's face was indifferent, and he came to the field with his feet in the void. He looked around at the saint sons of the hundreds of tribes, and said indifferently: "I will fight on behalf of the Jade Rabbit tribe and challenge the ninety-ninth ranked saint son."

Gu Qing was a human being and had already become a thorn in the side and flesh of the Saint Sons of the Hundred Tribes. Moreover, the Saint Sons of the Hundred Tribes had known each other for decades and knew what their respective cultivation levels were. However, Gu Qing's intervention had obviously put a thorn in their throats.

"Meow!"

A streak of yellow clouds passed by, and the tails of nine cats were swaying continuously. Brown hair covered their cheeks. This was the civet cat saint, and she was also the ninety-ninth among the saints of the hundred tribes.

"Holy Maid of the Civet Cat Clan, please give me some advice." The Saint of the Civet Cat Clan waved her hands, her nine cat tails kept swaying, and she looked at Gu Qing with a charming look in her eyes.

Chi!

The palm of his hand turned into a sword, invincible, and he threw it at this woman. Gu Qing had no interest in the foreign woman at the peak of her pregnancy in front of her.

boom!

Flesh and blood turned into rain, and I saw that the civet cat saint faced Gu Qing's killing blow. She didn't even have the energy to dodge, and was directly exploded into a ball of blood mist.

She shook her head lightly, Gu Qing was unfazed. Although this woman's cultivation was at the peak of pregnancy, her actual combat power was vastly different compared to Gu Qing's.

"Um?"

Gu Qing was shocked in his heart. Logically speaking, if he killed this girl casually, the saint sons of hundreds of tribes would definitely have murderous intentions towards him. However, under the influence of the Immortal Soul, he found that their eyes were mischievous, as if he had fallen into some kind of trap.

.

Buzz!

The void passed by, cat claws appeared, and terrifying waves bloomed. The claw marks on the five fingers flashed with a cold light, and the piercing cat meow sounded in Gu Qing's ears, causing his consciousness to stagnate.

"Meow!"

"Boy, you are too careless, go to hell." The civet cat saint appeared behind Gu Qing. She laughed wildly, and a cat claw suddenly grabbed Gu Qing's heart. The terrifying wind made the air explode, obviously

It's her ultimate killer technique.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the terrifying astral wind raised a large amount of smoke clouds, covering the figures of the two people, while the saints of the hundreds of tribes watching the battle laughed wildly, and various disdainful sneers continued to sound.

"This Holy Son thought that this Gu Qing was some kind of powerful person, but now I see that he is nothing more than that."

"Hmph, this idiot, how could he know the power of my Holy Son of the Hundred Clans?"

"Although the civet cat saint is ranked ninety-nine and has not even taken the half-step into becoming a god, the civet cat clan's native skill is the nine transformations of the civet cat. One tail is a substitute. If you want to kill her, you need to continuously

Kill her nine times."

"Yes, although the Civet Cat Saint's cultivation level is low, in terms of her ability to save lives, she ranks among the top ten."

"This lowly human race has been scratched in the heart by the civet cat saint. I'm afraid that his soul has returned to the Nine Netherworld by now."

The Saint Sons of the Hundred Tribes started talking, and the importance they attached to Gu Qing was fading away. Even the civet cat saint was no match for him, so how could he have the qualifications to fight with them.

Dozens of young prodigies from the Holy Land looked at the scene. They curled their lips in disdain. Seeing is believing and hearing is false. They did not expect that this legendary demon king is nothing more than that. He is not even as good as Ye Yixiao, at least Ye Yixiao.

Yixiao could still hold on for a hundred moves before being killed. Unexpectedly, Gu Qing died with just one move.

The human monks in the ancient battlefield had shouted the name of the Demon King before, hoping that Gu Qing would fight on behalf of the human race. When they saw this scene, their faces were disappointed, and their eyes flashed with shame and anger. They knelt down and kowtowed to such a weakling.

They feel like they are being humiliated.

In the void arena, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the scene in the arena gradually became clearer. A scene that shocked everyone appeared in everyone's eyes.

Gu Qing's figure did not move, and there was no sign of any power around him. The civet cat saint indeed hit Gu Qing's heart with her claws. But what shocked everyone was that the civet cat saint's claws were as fine as steel.

It was cracked inch by inch, and with a crisp sound, the cat's claw exploded into blood mist, and a shrill scream rang out from the mouth of the civet cat saint.

Slowly turning around, looking at the civet cat saint who kept screaming, Gu Qing's eyes flashed with amusement. He was indeed careless. He didn't expect that Bai Clan's methods were so weird. He was obviously killed on the spot, but he could continue with a cat tail.

Life, this method of saving life can be said to be strange and unpredictable. If it were anyone else, I am afraid that he would really die in the hands of this woman.

It's a pity that Gu Qing's chaotic demonic body is so complete that even the god-transformation monks are suppressed by it, let alone a catwoman who is not even half-step into god transformation.

"Cats have nine lives. It's interesting. Let me see if you have a tenth life."

Boom, boom, boom!

As if the war drums of the Nine Heavens are beating, as if thousands of thunders are exploding, Gu Qing's feet are stepping on the void, the sound of air blasting resounds throughout the world, the sky-shattering magic fist is swinging, and it is violently killing the civet cat saint.

The magic light shook the sky and was extremely bright. Gu Qing could not help but burst out. He exploded with his own power, causing people from the two tribes to exclaim. The vast and terrifying power made the world shake. He seemed to have turned into a peerless demon.

We are born in all directions, and I am invincible.

Bang bang bang bang!

The Sky-shattering Demonic Fist has been used throughout the ages. It is a suppressive method and an invincible technique. The magic fist swings and shatters the Milky Way, like stars and the universe. All enemies will be defeated by the Sky-shattering Demonic Fist.

The blood mist exploded and was annihilated into ashes. Facing Gu Qing's invincible technique, the civet cat saint couldn't even dodge. The screams of the cat kept ringing, and the tails of the eight cats behind her continued to explode.

As seven clouds of blood mist rose into the sky, the civet cat saint appeared. Her face was pale, her claws were broken, and she looked at Gu Qing with eyes full of horror.

"Die!"

Roaring the mountains and rivers to pieces, the waves are endless, Gu Qing is like a great demon coming to the world, stepping on the void, a pair of magic fists that seem to be able to destroy the world, and with the will to destroy everything, they violently smash towards the civet cat saint.

"No, I give up."

Facing Gu Qing, a peerless villain, the civet cat saint screamed ear-piercingly.

boom!

The blood mist turned into rain, watering the ancient green hair, three thousand thunder threads danced in the wind, the black clothes exploded, the thick blood rain and the azure hair complement each other, making it look extremely terrifying at a glance.

"Wow."

The human race exclaimed, and even the monks from the Eighteen Cities of the Demon Lord waved the sky-reaching battle flag to cheer for Gu Qing. The Saint Son of the Hundred Clans looked at Gu Qing with a sinister expression, and his eyes showed a solemn look.

The powerful men of the hundreds of tribes who were at the feast had dazzling murderous intent in their eyes. Looking at the ferocious power of this son, they seemed to have seen the ancient demon, the monstrous demonic power that slaughtered hundreds of tribes at the end of ancient times.

"This boy must die today, otherwise he will become the second big devil." Canglong Clan Chief was at the head of the table, looking at Gu Qing in the ring, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The words of the leader of the Canglong clan made all the powerful foreigners nod their heads. He was born with an intermediate level of cultivation, and his combat power was so heaven-defying. When he stepped into the monk's hall, he was afraid that all the saints of the hundreds of clans would be suppressed by him for the rest of his life, and would be enveloped in him forever.

under the shadow of.

"My wife is so strong, she actually killed a foreign holy son into powder in less than ten breaths." There were sounds of fear and trembling among the dozens of young prodigies in the Holy Domain.

The young people in the Holy Realm are ashamed of themselves. Compared with Gu Qing, they are simply ants, and they are not on the same level at all.

In the void arena.

The Holy Sons of hundreds of tribes were supposed to be competing for ranking, but at this time they did not move. How could they kill each other if they did not uproot this human race alien.


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