Seeing that a terrifying move was about to strike down, Shen Fusheng's words were like five thunders striking his head, a thunderbolt from the clear sky.
Qing Tianyi's brain was shocked, and he calmed down instantly, and his body also stopped.
That palm was only a foot away from the former.
Shen Fusheng is right!
The scholar abides by the rotten rules. If he is given a clue, he will really dare to obey the will of God and kill the faint king.
The so-called country, in Qingtian Yi's eyes, is nothing more than a springboard for cultivation.
Mingjun? Can't talk about it.
He didn't care about it either, but because of his identity as a faint king, he was killed by Shen Fusheng, so the gain outweighed the loss.
Now Shen Fusheng is enveloped by luck, and it is the time when he is in the limelight, but he can't even sacrifice his elemental weapon.
You must not take action, the time has not come, the time has not come!
Qing Tianyi's throat moved and he swallowed hard the blood in his throat. In anger, he suffered internal injuries from the anger.
His hair was disheveled and his body was charred.
Unprecedented embarrassment.
The majestic emperor of a country, his skin was burned into lumps by thunder paste, and there were disgusting bumps everywhere.
His face was covered in scars and flesh, and it was so ugly that it was impossible to look directly at it.
Like the blue sky, Yi Zhi is indifferent and ruthless. In the past, there were no emotional ups and downs at all.
Disfigured!
The dignified Yuanying was disfigured.
No wonder at that moment, he was so angry that he lost his mind.
Although the Nascent Soul body cannot be directly struck to death by lightning.
But how can he be relaxed when he faces the terrifying final calamity alone?
You must know that thunder punishment represents the way of heaven. Under the Nascent Soul, even if it is a golden elixir, there is only one way to destroy the soul.
Your Nascent Soul body is unparalleled in strength.
Thunder punishment cannot damage the root of the blood and bone meridians, but it can completely destroy your skin.
"Qingtian Yi's appearance is completely ruined!"
Yu Duqi felt a toothache.
Qing Tianyi was covered in black smoke, and it hurt to see oily flowers still growing under his skin.
After reaching the pinnacle, looking at the entire northern realm, it seems that the only ones left who can hurt the Nascent Soul are the other Nascent Souls.
But this blood-sworn punishment is another kind of heavenly power that can hurt Nascent Soul.
"Is there no way to recover?"
Peng Qingyu also frowned.
A majestic Yuanying Emperor, who was burnt into such a virtuous person, is neither a human nor a ghost. He can scare people to death if he comes out in broad daylight.
"Yes, when he reaches the realm of natural selection, he can be reborn and reshape his body. Then he can be rejuvenated if he wants to."
Yan Dongji nodded, his face serious.
Hearing this, everyone shook their heads.
But Qing Tianyi gritted his teeth, his face was covered with scars, and his liver ached with anger.
Who are you humiliating?
How many years has it been since there was no natural selection in the entire northern realm?
Yan Dongji is so stupid, this is a serious way of teasing him!
"But with Qingtian Yi's qualifications, there is no hope of even the mid-stage Nascent Soul, so this will be difficult to handle."
Yan Dongji didn't seem to be able to see other people's expressions at all, and after thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly slapped his head with a loud voice.
Not to mention the Nascent Souls nearby, the important Jindan ministers in the distance all heard it clearly, with complex expressions on their faces.
"you……"
A stream of blood flowed from the corner of Qingtianyi's mouth, and his heartbeat almost broke.
A moment of sarcasm is not enough, I have to poke my spine again.
How much hatred does this guy have against me?
Hearing this, everyone also smiled bitterly.
This Yan Dongji never speaks out of his head and speaks the truth.
"But Qingtian Yi, don't be sad. Look at it openly. In fact, you were ugly before. It doesn't matter that your appearance is not important to you."
Yan Dongji then felt another burst of sincere comfort.
Qing Tianyi clenched his fists tightly, almost on fire.
"Okay, Yan Dongji, please stop saying a few words!"
Peng Qingyu frowned slightly. In front of so many important ministers, it was too much to insult someone else's emperor. Qing Tianyi was now in a state of despair. If it had been anyone else, he would have drawn his sword long ago.
Of course, Yan Dongji had no ill intentions.
He never lies, and he talks a lot.
"Ah? Why? I still want to persuade fellow Taoist Qingtian Yi! Besides, he is indeed ugly. He has a hooked nose, triangular eyes, a face full of freckles, bald eyebrows, and a traitorous and evil look. This is not what you said.
Well, you were talking about it on the way just now... I think he's pretty good now, even though he's like a baked sweet potato, he's not so annoying anymore."
Yan Dongji turned his head and looked at Peng Qingyu seriously.
Bang!
Qingtianyi's fist bones were almost crushed.
Peng Qingyu's face turned pale and he strode back, far away from Yan Dong.
At this time, Peng Qingyu made room, and Yan Dongji looked at Yudu Qi beside him.
"What a bad mouth!"
Yu Duqi's heart skipped a beat, and he watched helplessly as Yan Dongji looked over.
"Yu Duqi, do you think what I said makes sense? Qingtian Yi was indeed ugly before, and Peng Qingyu was right, with a traitorous and evil appearance. Besides, you also said that his incomparably beautiful Ninth Princess, together with
It’s not my biological child, and I can’t tell which minister the concubine is messing around with… I think what you said is right, and it makes sense.”
Yu Duqi covered his face and turned away.
He wants to be an airman.
Seeing that Yudu Qiye ignored him, Yan Dongji was confused for a while, and then looked at Tang Junpeng.
"Tang Junpeng, what's wrong with the two of them? After all, they are all allies of the Alliance of Nations. You also come to persuade Qingtian Yi. Although he looks like a roasted sweet potato, he does look more comfortable than before. Just now you said Qingxuan
There are three candidates for Le’s biological father, which three are they? I forgot to ask... wu... wu..."
Yan Dongji was still sincerely persuading Qingtian Yi, when Tang Junpeng stepped forward and directly covered his foul mouth.
Are you trying to persuade people?
That is to say, the sky is easy to fall and the tiger has fallen to the sky.
The imperial capital was destroyed.
Elements are silent.
The minister is half dead.
It is not easy for a Nascent Soul to appear in the country, but it is not under his control.
If it were Peng Qingyu with a bad temper, he would have made a life-and-death battle with you long ago.
Afterwards, Tang Junpeng was filled with admiration again.
This Qingtian Yi is really tolerant.
In front of the remaining important officials of the Qinggu Kingdom, they were stabbed in the back by Yan Dongji, but they could still maintain their sanity, which is also awe-inspiring.
With such forbearance!
What about Qing Xuanle’s life experience?
Could it be?
You were really insulted, why don't you say anything?
It's possible!
There is no similarity in the facial features, and Qingxuanle probably did not inherit the imperial spirit body.
Hmm...who will the biological father be?
Tang Junpeng rubbed his forehead and analyzed for some reason.
It seems that searching for clues from within the imperial court is impossible for eunuchs, who are not fully functional. Men who can come into contact with Qingxuanle's biological mother...
Damn, what am I doing?
Tang Junpeng suddenly came back to his senses.
How long has it been since I was here to analyze gossip about other people’s family backgrounds?
Suppress, suppress!
Tang Junpeng took a deep breath.
No matter how big of a deal it is, I can't help but analyze and judge whether Qing Tianyi is a cuckold and has an affair with me.
Not far away, the important ministers of the Qinggu Kingdom all lowered their heads, their faces ashen.
To other great emperors, Qingtian Yi is now just a joke.
But it's not funny.
Underneath the harsh words, there is deep-rooted humiliation and contempt for Qinggu from all countries.
If Qingtian Yi could still maintain the strength of Nascent Soul, how could he allow Yan Dongji to talk endless nonsense.
Weak countries are guilty.
Just like a prisoner, even breathing is a sin for you.
Prince Qing Xuanyun clenched his fists hard, and his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh and blood. He bit hard, adhering to the Qing family's usual forbearance.
Without ninja, it is not enough to achieve great things!
But the beautiful face of the Ninth Princess was still so calm and calm, like a fairy from another world, unconventional.
She can sacrifice everything for the Qinggu Kingdom, even her own marriage.
At the same time, you can also ignore the death of Qinggu.
Sacrifice is just a mission.
From the beginning, he was a puppet, unable to control his own destiny.
She has almost no feelings for this country, her father, the emperor, and her brothers.
The emperor is a ruthless family.
In the Qinggu Imperial Court, the implementation was even more thorough.
Qing Xuanle's appearance has actually become a taboo topic in the Qinggu Imperial Court.
Everyone in the Qing family looks really ordinary.
Even Yan Dongji was right, with a hooked nose, triangular eyes, a face full of freckles, and bald eyebrows.
The appearance of a treacherous and evil person.
This has always been the appearance of the Qing family. Because of this face, the emperor and the prince used their magic power to make their facial features slightly softer, making them look a bit majestic to outsiders.
For many years, Qingtianyi has been selecting concubines from among the people, and they are all girls with peerless looks.
But Qingtian Yi's bloodline is so powerful that both the prince and the princess look surprisingly similar to him.
There is only Qingxuanle.
This is a freak!
She and Qing Tianyi have no facial features that are similar at all.
Qing Tianyi repeated blood recognition more than ten times before he was sure that Qing Xuanle was his daughter.
But even so, he didn't like other people's gossip, so he found a reason and killed the concubine.
That night, Qingxuanle held her beloved porcelain doll and stood alone in front of the towering and cold concubine palace, watching with her own eyes her mother being given a white silk ribbon by the Purple Gold Guard.
From that day on, little Qingxuanle understood that the emperor's family was ruthless.
She completely buried herself in the dust, without any distractions, and was held up by Qinggu like a piece of ice above her.
The three most stunning beauties in the Northern Territory, the youngest golden elixir expert in the Qing Ancient Kingdom, the strongest person on the Star Reaching List in the Northern Territory, and the fairy that thousands of young talents are obsessed with.
The palm doll fell to the ground and fell into pieces.
The scattered fragments one after another gathered together to form the ruthless and ruthless Qingxuan Le today.
The lively Ninth Princess in the imperial court may have died long ago.
Jing Qingsu and other important ministers also sighed.
Although the royal courts of various countries continue to humiliate Qinggu, it is infuriating.
But poor people must be hateful!
The Qinggu Imperial Court bears the inevitable responsibility for the dynasty's decline to its present state.
At the very least, General Hu Nanyang should not have died in such humiliation!
Mixed flavors.
Although Qinggu has survived the catastrophe, who can tell whether the next road will be joyful or sad.
…
The sky is silent.
After the great emperors calmed down, the cloudless Qinglin City seemed to be subject to an oppressive curse, and everyone was having trouble breathing.
At the very back of the crowd, Shen Fusheng stood with his feet dangling in the air. Behind him, Haoran's positive energy wheel shrank to the size of three feet, and it was still spinning behind him, even splitting the nearby space.
Killing thoughts!
Shen Fusheng's desire to kill Qingtian Yi has not disappeared.
Shen Fusheng wanted to kill Zhao Chu over and over again. This crime was enough for Shen Fusheng to kill him.
"Shen Fusheng, if you want to kill me, now is your only chance. In one month, I will revive and you will have no chance."
on the other side.
The festered flesh and blood on Qing Tianyi's face had condensed into hideous scars.
His hair was flying wildly, and he stared at Shen Fusheng indifferently.
Qingtian Yi is gambling.
Zhao Chu was not dead after all. Tiandao did not admit that he had killed Zhao Chu, and his disciple was Wu Ming.
Taking advantage of the country's crisis to kill the king and usurp the throne would run counter to Shen Fusheng's awe-inspiring and upright spirit.
Success is also upright, failure is also upright.
Sometimes, that so-called righteousness will restrict the sword in your hand.
really!
Although Shen Fusheng controls the Haoran Zhengqi Wheel, Yuan Qi seems to be very reluctant and always implements the pedantic way.
Although he could barely control the elemental weapon, his face was pale, and even the green luck that was constantly rolling on the earth seemed a little thin.
Abandoning the Tao in your heart will severely damage your Tao mind.
"Shen Fusheng, if you kill me today, your elemental weapon will also be silent, and your cultivation will fall to the peak of the golden elixir. There will be no king in the ancient times, and there will be chaos within three days. By then, there will be many bandits, even if you have not fallen into the
Under the evil demon army, we will also fall into catastrophe in the chaos. Are you willing to abandon the world for the sake of a disciple?"
"The awe-inspiring way you have penetrated takes the world's common people as your own responsibility. Because of your own selfishness, you have fallen into the world's common people and chaos. Is this your righteous way to break the pill and become a baby?"
The blue sky is easy to write and the words are Zhuji.
Every Nascent Soul has fatal weaknesses in its Taoist heart.
However, Shen Fusheng mastered the mid-level weapons and was stronger than these low-level weapons.
But while he was recognized by heaven and earth, he was also tightly restricted by heaven.
The heads of the eight major sects once joined forces to cut him into pieces and suppress him.
But because of the Qinggu War, the eight masters of the sect had done meritorious deeds against Cang Shengming Liming, and if their merits were overtaken, Shen Fusheng could not continue to plead guilty. No matter how much hatred you have in your heart, you have to endure it. This is the heart of the Tao, and it is also the shackles of the way of heaven.
"You are promoted to Taoist Fellow Shen. You have a special Taoist heart. You must not be impulsive."
Tang Junpeng frowned.
In the realm of Nascent Soul, the most fearful thing is that the Taoist heart will be damaged. After some observation, it turned out that because Zhao Chu defeated ten cities in the Demon Realm in a row, the heaven-given sect's luck was overwhelming, and Shen Fusheng was breathing in the flames of raging luck.
But as his desire to kill Qingtian became more and more intense, those fortunes actually tended to leave him.
"Fellow Taoist Shen Mansion, I heard that you have been dormant for hundreds of years and even been dismembered. You must suppress your hatred. It's not worth it to draw water from a bamboo basket in vain!"
Yan Dongji also tried to dissuade him.
He doesn't know much about Shen Fusheng, so there is no place for poisonous snakes.
The faces of those ancient and important ministers in the distance were ashen.
If Shen Fusheng really wanted to take action, these golden elixirs would not be able to stop him.
"Master!"
the other side.
Duan Xuehan and Duan Xuelin had already stood behind Shen Fusheng. They were both at the peak of the Golden Core, and they could clearly feel the master's luck dissipating.
"Haha, Shen Fusheng, do you dare to kill me?"
After a long silence, Qing Tianyi sneered.
"well!"
Then, Shen Fusheng let out a long sigh, as heavy as the stars in the sky.
Seeing this, Qinggu's important ministers breathed a sigh of relief, and Qing Xuanyun was even drenched in cold sweat.
Shen Mansion promoted him and finally compromised.
No one dares to betray the Taoist heart. If you sink into the illusion of inner demons in the Nascent Soul realm, you will suffer eternal torture and never recover.
"It's only right that Shen Mansion is promoted to Taoist Fellow. For a while, the situation is calm, and the Divine Power Imperial Court is aggressive. We should put aside our personal grudges and unite."
Tang Junpeng stood from Shen Fusheng's perspective and analyzed it hundreds of times.
No!
There is no reason to take action!
"If I was the one who was being humiliated today, or if I was almost killed, I could laugh it off. But as a master, if I can't even protect my own disciples, how can I protect the people of the world?"
"My Shen Mansion was resurrected, and the reason why I am in the Nascent Soul realm today, and I have such a vast tide of luck, is because of me as my disciple."
"If I swallow my anger today and stand aside, it would not be in compliance with my Taoist heart, but ungrateful, cowardly and cowardly."
"The sky is easy, I will take a gamble today."
"I want to see if my cultivation will fall if I kill you."
Shen Fusheng was approaching step by step, and Qing Tianyi felt the burning desire to kill.
A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.
He underestimated Shen Fusheng's determination to kill him.
And above the sky.
As Shen Mansion's desire to ascend and kill became more and more intense, the awe-inspiring green energy began to glow, and instead there was a layer of dark demonic energy that slowly spread in the green energy.
You are rebellious.
Shen Fusheng's bright and clear eyes suddenly revealed a layer of darkness.
"The devilish energy... Shen Fusheng, stop it quickly, you will really be doomed!"
Tang Junpeng exclaimed.
This billowing demonic energy made him feel terrified.
However.
Shen Fusheng dismissed it.
His hair was flying wildly, and Haoran's righteous chakra was buzzing and trembling, resisting his instructions. It was against the will of heaven, and killing the king would put the people in catastrophe, which was a great rebellion.
But Shen Fusheng stubbornly moved forward step by step.
He did not hesitate to betray Yang Yang's way of heaven and fight for justice for his disciple.
Shen Fusheng asked himself that he owed Zhao Chu too much.
No one has any reason.
Qingtian Yi must be killed!
…
Black mist rushed towards his face, gathering into a monstrous black palm, pressing hard on Qingtian Yi's head.
His pupils flashed with disbelief.
Shen Fusheng went crazy.
He didn't believe how this rotten scholar with a somewhat cowardly character could be so crazy.
Back then, for the sake of some ordinary disciples, he was willing to be quartered by the heads of the nine major sects.
How could such an indecisive waste be willing to become possessed by a demon?
Click!
Qing Tianyi's knee was in severe pain, and his life was shattered. His body trembled, and he knelt down in front of Shen Fusheng. He even lost the strength to raise his head.
At this moment, he was facing a Nine Nether Hell.
Every streak of black mist in the palm of your hand is like a ghost presiding over torture in hell, with weird expressions, including crying, laughing, madness, sadness, joy, and creepy.
And in the black mist, Shen Fusheng's pupils were completely reduced to two dark vortexes.
The heart of Tao is dark.
At this moment, Shen Fusheng was possessed by a demon.
"Oops, it's over this time!"
Qing Tianyi's liver and gallbladder were split apart. In just one day, he was about to be beheaded again.
"Both the jade and the stone will perish. This Shen Fusheng shouldn't be an impulsive person. Why would he not hesitate to become a demon? Damn it, we didn't have time to save him!"
Tang Junpeng exclaimed.
Shen Fusheng was filled with demonic intent, and even they could not take a step forward.
The Haoran Zhengqi wheel has descended on Qingtian Yi's head.
Shen Fusheng has been swallowed by the black mist. As long as he is cut down, he will sink into the hell of inner demons and never be reincarnated.
Countless people's hearts suffocated.
This scene is too terrifying.
"Master, wake up!"
At this moment, Shen Fusheng's mind was filled with chaos, as if he had been struck by ten thousand thunderbolts, and like a rolling river washing away the dirt-covered streets, making them clean.
"Master, some grudges are my own business. If you become a demon because of a worthless waste, how can I feel at ease?"
"I will kill Qingtian Yi myself!"
"I am 18 years old this year and I still have a lot of years ahead of me!"
Behind Shen Fusheng, a steady hand appeared and patted his shoulder gently.
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