"The demon clan of these seventeen levels is simply too cunning!" Qin Aolong secretly complained in his heart, and immediately sped up. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The elixir on his body to restore his talent and heal his wounds was almost exhausted, and it was too difficult to rely on his own strength to break through the seventeen levels. But at this time, he wants to use the hole cards, but he is a little unwilling.

Zhuang Yichen is currently in the sixteenth level, with the strength he showed before, it is not impossible to rush to the eighteenth level!

If you use your hole cards now, you'll have to give up your first chance.

The terrifying aura of the demonic aura behind him was getting closer and closer, Qin Aolong gritted his teeth and stopped his body, his expression calm.

His writing was slightly raised, and in an instant, the battle poem was close to becoming a poem, only the last stroke was missing.

The demon clan's face showed a sneering smile, and the three demon clans quietly separated, surrounding Qin Aolong from different directions.

Qin Aolong stood quietly in place, waiting for the three demons to approach, when he suddenly burst into a shout, and his writing condensed downward, and his talent took shape, stirring around.

"Boom!" There were more than a dozen walls of fire under the ground that suddenly erupted without warning, and the three demon clans happened to approach at this time, and they were sprayed by this wall of fire.

The majestic flames burned on their massive, hideous skin, causing screams.

However, the body and vitality of this demon clan are extremely tenacious, and I saw that the demonic energy on their bodies surged, and the flames on their bodies were quickly extinguished.

However, the smell of burning came from the burned skin, which was extremely unpleasant. The demon clan raised people to glare at Qin Aolong, and the light of the magic in his hand bloomed, and he launched an attack.

"Hurry!" Qin Aolong let out a low breath, and more than a dozen walls of fire shrank inward, instantly converging into one, enveloping his figure.

The three demons shouted angrily, and the magic ball continued to bombard the wall of fire, constantly consuming the talent in the wall of fire.

But the demon jinshi didn't make a move, looking at everything in front of him with a smile, and occasionally there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

When the wall of fire was finally broken, in an instant, the three demon clans were stunned, because the wall of fire was already empty, and they couldn't see where Qin Aolong went.

"Go there!" the demon jinshi stretched out his hand and pointed in the southeast direction, and the three demon clans immediately turned around and chased away.

"Fortunately, there is still an invisibility talisman on his body, so let's observe it for a while!" At this time, Qin Aolong hid in one place to restrain the talent around him, and leaned against a big tree differently.

Within the sixteenth level, Zhuang Yichen had exhausted the demonic qi of the three demon people, and then began to sweep away the demon talents scattered around.

When the head of the last demon Xiucai was cut off by him, he was immediately teleported to the seventeenth level after the space turmoil.

"Dean Zhuang has rushed to the seventeenth level!"

"The Loyal and Brave King has entered the top 30 of the all-time rankings!"

"Tsk, it's actually twenty-six, followed by four demi-saints!" The sound of astonished discussion sounded everywhere, and at this time, there was no jealousy in the tone of many people, and some were just frightened and worshipped.

People will have inexplicable jealousy and hostility towards people who are stronger than themselves, but if they meet people who are much stronger than themselves, they will not even dare to be jealous at all.

"Damn, how could he be so powerful!" Yi Feiyang saw this scene, and angrily blasted the study into a mess, and the pretty maid who was still nestled in his arms was pushed aside violently at this time, with a dark blue on her delicate skin, and a little blood on the corner of her mouth.

In the Chu State, Xia Wufeng also knocked over the classics of literature and Taoism in one place, his face was pale, and even the official documents of the county government were torn to pieces.

After venting, Xia Wufeng called someone to come in and clean up, and the subordinates looked at him in horror, not understanding why such a noble-born county lord would lose his temper like this. Of course, he can only keep this kind of question in his heart, and once it is revealed, I am afraid it will be a dead end.

"Judging from me, maybe King Zhongyong will break into the top ten!" All the ministers took a deep breath when they heard this, the demi-saints in the top ten were all legendary-level demi-saints, and each of them had a pivotal position among the human race.

"Your Majesty, please be careful!" Yi Wenxiang immediately said in a deep voice. He naturally wouldn't let Zhuang Yichen's momentum rise infinitely at this time, and reacted immediately.

Emperor Yan's expression was immediately a little uncertain, but in the face of Yi Wenxiang, he still lacked courage after all and was speechless.

"My Yan country has such a genius born, just celebrate together, why should you be cautious!"

"Yan Guo must be strong. A gentle voice suddenly sounded in the Yan Kingdom court, and Yi Wenxiang's face became angry.

But at first he was very angry, and that someone dared to speak to him like this, but soon he remembered who the voice was and whose owner was, and his anger melted like the first snow, and turned into a respectful and peaceful color.

For the owner of this voice is a man whom he cannot afford to offend, and who does not want to be offended, though he longs in his heart that this man will soon be returned to his spirit.

"I've seen Guansheng!" he turned around and bowed, but no one noticed that in the corner of the court, a middle-aged scribe who seemed to be down-and-out and ordinary suddenly appeared.

The only demi-saint in the Yan Kingdom, a strong man who supports the survival of the country. The greatest existence in the minds of the subjects of the entire Yan Kingdom.

"I've seen Guansheng!" "Including Emperor Yan, no one in the court was sitting.

"Get up, no need to be polite!" Guan Canghai smiled slightly, walked to a chair above the Yanhuang Dragon chair and sat down.

Emperor Yan is a supreme figure, even if the eldest princess listens to the government, she can only be in the quiet room on one side.

Only the demi-saint can press on the emperor of a country and listen to the affairs of the country. Of course, this throne, which is even more majestic than the dragon chair, has not even sat down five times over the years.

"The performance of King Zhongyong in the land of Shura can be very curious about this holy capital! Today, let's see with Zhongqing what miracles he can create!" Guan Canghai said very gently, but the majesty of the half-saint escaped, and people couldn't help but want to surrender to him.

"It seems that the contemplation of the saint is different from the past!" At this time, several auxiliary ministers around Yi Wenxiang all spread their voices.

A trace of haze flashed in Yi Wenxiang's eyes, and his hair was black at this time, and he could no longer see a silver thread. Where is this a sign that the longevity is about to be exhausted, and it is clear that there is more than one longevity yuan.

"The national fortune of the Yan Kingdom has increased so fast, and even the longevity of the Guansheng has continued so much!" Yi Wenxiang's body shook slightly, and he suddenly felt an endless feeling of fear surging into his mind.