The first level has passed.

The Qianyuan monks were all excited.

Victory is not far away, hold out a little longer, and you will be able to counterattack.

"Qianyuan will win!"

Countless monks and souls are no longer afraid.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he condensed a unified will, which can be described as unity.

"Stop them!" The Black Sky Demon Emperor was furious, and the Demon Emperor couldn't come, instantly putting the gods and demons fleet at a disadvantage.

"With us here, you don't want to cross the Imperial Barrier!" The four Great Holy Lords desperately burned the spiritual veins, violently attacked the Imperial Weapons, cooperated with each other, fought a wheel battle, and stopped the Saint King's attack to the death.

The battle is inextricable.

People on both sides are desperate, crazy to burn the foundation.

The Great World of Immortals is retreating, closing the battle line and guarding the Immortal Mountain outside the sky.

"Did they coax?"

Many monks have come up with such thoughts.

Qin Li's heart was uneasy, revealing the Cave Xuan Divine Pupil, and a golden light erupted.

Through the chaotic battle situation, you can see that in the depths of the Immortal Mountain outside the sky, there is a white jade altar with a plain ethereal chess.

Obviously, they want to take the Ethereal Emperor!

The Dream Saint King learned the lesson of the failure of the Great World of Gods and Demons, guarded the altar at all times, and stared at Qin Li tightly, for fear that he would suddenly explode.

"Oops!"

The Sun and Moon Holy Lord was shocked in his heart:

"Qin Li, can you destroy the altar again?"

"A great holy artifact needs to be sacrificed. Qin Li said the price.

The people around him all gasped, and this price was too terrifying to bear.

"And they are too far away, and they are guarded by the Holy King and Emperor Weapon, even if they sacrifice the Great Hallow, they may not be able to destroy the altar. Qin Li looked at the Outer Immortal Mountain that was gradually moving away, and was worried.

At this time!

The sound of the Holy Voice came from his ears.

It's like a spring breeze melting ice, and Tu Su sends warmth.

"The people of the world, if they hear my voice, they are miserable creatures!"

"I am the great sage Tianzun who saves the suffering, looks at the suffering of the world, hears the voices of the people, wants to exercise power on behalf of the emperor, establish merit, save the people from fire and water, save the decline of the Qianyuan, calm the beacon fire of the troubled times, and protect the peace of the world......"

Qin Li looked back.

The Nine Great Sages inherit the will of heaven.

They exhaled and called out to the Qianyuan sentient beings.

This is the second step of worshipping the heavens, the will of the people, and the will of the people must be inherited.

"Saint, please save us!"

"We hate war!"

"I'm innocent!"

……

Qianyuan three trillion living beings.

One person's words are magnificent sounds.

The power of desire that originally traveled through the void instantly found the backbone of the heart.

I saw that the power of the wishes of all beings turned into tens of thousands of rivers, each of which was mighty, gathering the prayers of hundreds of millions of living beings, which was enough to give birth to a powerful god king, and now they all converged to the Fengshen platform.

"Formation!"

The Nine Xuan Great Sage's face was solemn.

The saints sat in a ring, stretched out their hands, and put their hands on each other's shoulders.

The power of sentient beings is too terrifying, even if they don't have murderous intentions, just a simple prayer has the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

The Nine Great Saints condensed the formation and shared the wishes of all sentient beings.

But it's still not enough.

Burst!

Holy blood is spat out.

The Nine Great Saints suffered heavy losses.

Their flesh was so bloated and swollen that they almost turned into balloons.

How could a mere saint bear the expectations of living beings?

The Red Elephant Saints felt like they were dying.

Seeing that the sacrifice to heaven is about to fail.

"Don't panic!"

The Nine Emperor's Voices attacked.

On the body of the Nine Saints, nine imperial weapons appeared.

They burned the spiritual veins, showed their imperial might, and shared most of the pressure.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

The Nine Saints were deflated like a ball.

They returned to their original state, and they went through the life and death moment, and their hearts were palpitating.

And above the sky, the torrent of Ten Thousand Dao Wishing Power continued to pour down, attracted by the Fengshen Platform, and injected into the Nine Great Emperor Weapons.

"There is no danger!"

Qin Li couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The second level is passed, and the last level is the key.

Meanwhile.

The battle is stalemate.

Extraterritorial forces are red-eyed.

The saints, the great saints, and the saint kings bombarded the imperial fortress with all their might.

As for the top of the Immortal Mountain outside the sky, a plain white pillar of light rushed into the sky, attracting the endless emperor's might, making a radius of millions of miles, trembling.

Qin Li's face was solemn, and he wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

An immortal sound pierced through the battlefield of Yuanzhou.

"Finally Qianyuan!"

Suddenly.

Billions of monks trembled.

The demon was even more frightened like a quail.

Immortals and demons are not separated, his father has not arrived, but the Ethereal Emperor has arrived.

"Sister!"

"Welcome Mother!"

Dream Saint King, Beichen Linglong shouted.

On the altar, a hazy fairy shadow appeared, otherworldly.

She is the embodiment of the Avenue of Clouds, her eyes are wandering, ethereal, and she casually pulls out the plain ethereal flag.

The Black Sky Demon Emperor breathed a long sigh of relief: "It turned out to be the incarnation of the Immortal Cloud, the Ninth Rank of the Holy Rank, not the true body of the True Emperor, a blessing in misfortune." ”

As long as it is not the true body of the Great Emperor, he can leave with Mo Yourao and the others.

Qin Li was sweating in his palms.

The Immortal Cloud Incarnation is not only a Saint King, but also has the will of the Great Emperor.

To put it bluntly, her combat power far surpassed that of ordinary Saint Kings, and even more terrifying than the Nature Saint Kings.

"Qin Li!"

The immortal cloud incarnation said.

Qin Li only felt that his heart was suffocating, and his scalp was numb.

Why is such an existence, in the midst of the battle, to see himself at a glance.

"You killed my little daughter, stole the fragment of "Divine Power", and was selected by me Linglong as a 'love species', it is really fate. ”

Love.

Qin Li didn't know what to do.

Dugu Old Demon hurriedly explained:

"In the great world of immortals, there is a great emperor's mastery of the "Taishang Forgetting Love Sutra". ”

"After cultivating, it is pure and natural, reflecting all things, and the cultivation speed far exceeds that of Tianjiao of the same level, pointing directly to the realm of the Great Emperor. ”

"But if you want to be promoted to the Holy Realm, you need to go through the three levels of ruthlessness, affection, and forgetfulness. To put it simply, it is to fall in love with someone, and then cut it, presumably Beichen Linglong chose you. ”

Qin Li was stunned.

So that's it.

"Behind the affection, there is no calculation. ”

No wonder Beichen Linglong is high, but he has taken a fancy to himself.

And like a resentful woman, she chatters and harasses, because if she were alive, she would not be able to break her love and become holy.

"Qin Li......"

Beichen Linglong's heart was flustered.

She was afraid that Qin Li would know the truth and completely regard her as an enemy.

"Yes, it's trapped!" the Immortal Cloud avatar nodded, very satisfied.

"Qin Li, if you are willing to cooperate with my daughter's cultivation, I can let you live for a while, lest Qianyuan fall and be the first to take you. ”

Qin Li said calmly:

"Again, Qianyuan will win. ”

Chewing on this sentence again and again has turned into a belief.

Xianyun incarnated as a foot on the eternals, despised the firmament, and did not attack the city, but just watched from the wall, and sneered:

"Do you really think that just a saint can sacrifice to the sky!"

Qin Li was taken aback and turned around.

Holy City.

On the stage of the gods.

Everything came to the point.

The Nine Saints and Nine Instruments carry the torrent of ten thousand wishes.

"We are willing to be incarnated as a bridge, bearing the will of heaven and the hearts of the people. ”

The Nine Great Sages and the Nine Great Emperors are also desperate, mediating the wishes of all sentient beings, and injecting them into the eyes of Qianyuan.

Now.

There are many visions.

The sacrifice to heaven has come to the last step - weaving merit.

Take oneself as the moral benchmark and the scale of justice, and use one's own small merits to turn into thin threads to connect the great merits of three trillion living beings.

"Take me as the standard, reward the good and punish the evil, take me as the mind, and be glorious and righteous!"

The Nine Saints shouted.

The robes of merit on their bodies began to decompose.

Turning into filaments, they go deep into the void, respond to the expectations of all beings, connect their earth souls, and want to form the foundation of the flawless and supreme town of the world with the wishes of all beings scattered in the sand.

Qin Li was stunned.

A strange feeling came to my mind.

"Is this what it feels like to be strung together?"

He inexplicably had a sense of oppression, as if there was a god on his head, scrutinizing his every move.

The Immortal Cloud Incarnation witnessed everything and couldn't help but sneer: "It's just a billion merit silks, how can you connect the three trillion living beings of the Qianyuan Dynasty?"

"As the saying goes, if you save one person, you will get a trace of merit, and a trace of merit can only connect a hundred people!"

"If you want to connect the three trillion living beings of Qianyuan, you need at least 30 billion merit silk to succeed in sacrificing to the sky!"

The Ethereal Emperor once sacrificed to the heavens and deeply understood the difficulties.

As she said.

The Nine Great Sages are in trouble.

"After all, I overestimated my own merits!"

The Red Elephant Sage, the Great Sage of Turtle Shou, is like a dried corpse, and the essence is extracted, and the Nine Xuan Great Sage is slightly better.

"Isn't it really impossible to establish a merit system without miracles?"

The Nine Xuan Great Sacred Heart was like ashes, and his eyes were bloody and tearful.

So far.

The last trace of merit is exhausted.

They didn't snare the three trillions, which means that the establishment failed.

"Failed!"

"Impossible, I don't believe it!"

"Didn't you say you were going to save us?

"You are not the savior, I obviously look forward to your greatness!"

Give people hope, and then tell him that it is impossible, this is a devastating blow, and the long river of ten thousand wishes is boiling in an instant, full of anger, unwillingness, and hatred, forming a counter-devouring force that destroys the world and the earth, and the Holy King will also fall.

"Oops!"

The Nine Great Emperors hurriedly stopped.

Then came a devastating explosion that destroyed millions of miles.

The sacrifices were all destroyed, the emperor's weapons were cracked, the nine great saints were hit hard, and the gods were sealed with blood!

One hundred and eight groups were arrogant, only affected by the aftermath, and almost died!

Fortunately, the sacrificial weapon was powerful and saved them from a catastrophe.

As for the three thousand boys, the eight hundred heavenly maidens, all the wrestlers...... There was no such good luck, most of them died tragically, turned into blood and broken limbs, and turned the originally holy sacrificial square into a hell of despair.

"You've lost!"

The immortal cloud incarnates without joy or sorrow.

"No!"

"Qianyuan will win!"

Qin Li gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

The Black Heaven Demon Emperor sneered: "The Heaven Sacrifice failed, and I have no power to return to the Heavens. ”

Qin Li was full of enthusiasm, walked away into the air, and approached the Fengshen platform: "I want to personally sacrifice to the sky, cross the catastrophe and become a king, and turn the tide!"