Looking at Murong Qiu, who had devoured the corpses of the Wushan brothers with the Lingchen Divine Light, his aura had risen rapidly, and his own realm had also risen.

The corners of Su Ping's lips hooked up with a smile.

At this moment, all the Tianjiao talents gathered in Bright Moon City were his prey.

The more these so-called Tianjiao talents behave, the more amazing their luck is, and the happier Su Ping is.

Because, the greater his harvest will be!

Thinking of this, Su Ping set his eyes on the holy sword that was left on the ground when Chu Fengge died, as well as the ancestral holy flame next to Mu Yan's corpse.

exuding wisps of supreme holy might, countless people are blushing.

These are two saint-level treasures, and in some ordinary 10,000-year-old clans or sects, they may not be able to have one.

Even in the Invincible Dao System, it is a rarity.

However, none of the people present dared to fight the idea of these two treasures.

Because, these two holy relics are Su Ping's trophies.

Even the protectors of Chu Fengge and Mu Yan could only hide in the void turbulence with angry eyebrows at this moment, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

Even if they were furious in their hearts, they wanted to break Su Ping's body into pieces, but reason told them that as long as they showed up, they would only be slaughtered.

Each of them is a sage realm, and it is a rare heritage of the family.

The value they can create while they live is far greater than the possessions they carry with them.

Especially when their own Tianjiao has already fallen, and the Holy Soldier Flame has also changed hands, they can't even risk their lives.

Otherwise, it is very likely that their sect will lose too much qi because of this trip to the Bright Moon Poetry Club, and it will come to an end and eventually die.

"At this time, do you dare to wander?"

A cold light flashed in Murong Qiu's eyes, and he smiled evilly.

"I have to say that your arrogance, although very annoying, is still a little good for us. ”

When the words fell, his body flashed, and he was about to devour Mu Yan's corpse by controlling the monstrous divine light.

"Distracted, you deserve to be taken seriously by this Son?"

Su Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand, the wind and clouds changed, and countless Dao sword qi surfaced, turning into thousands of true dragons, and went straight to Murong Qiu.

"This power ......" The people around him, their eyes widened, and they just raised their hands to strike, and they were so powerful that everyone faced them as if they were peerless sword immortals.

The sky seemed to crack, and countless sword immortal phantoms appeared, looking at everyone in the audience, giving people endless pressure.

There is also a chaotic green lotus vision, imprisoning the void, and the time and space in the entire Moon Viewing Tower seem to have stopped flowing.

Murong Qiu's whole body suddenly slowed down, almost stagnating, and the divine light in his hand was only half a step away from Mu Yan's corpse, but he could no longer get close.

Looking at the thousands of sword qi true dragons that were killing him, a trace of fear floated in his pupils.

"Am I going to die again?!I don't accept it!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

Murong Qiu's whole person was like a mad demon, his expression was crazy, and his eyes showed endless hatred.

"Kunpeng spreads its wings!"

Countless Lingchen Divine Lights underwent earth-shattering changes, completely engulfing his entire person.

His own aura climbed countless times again.

In the flash of light, it changed from the keel to the second keel, and then the keel three changes, and it did not stop until the peak of the three changes of the keel.

Pinching the magic trick in his hand, all the Lingchen divine light in his body poured out wildly.

Turned into a sweeping blow.

The surrounding space completely shattered, and the phantom of a huge and incomparable Kunpeng giant beast was born.

It seems that when you turn over, you can shatter the mountains and rivers.

"This is the remnant of the Ten Fierce Treasure Technique Kunpeng Method!"

And the breath of the people was rough.

The Ten Evils are the supreme existence that has been intimidating the eons since eons ago!

Their law is several times stronger than the law of ordinary ancient emperors!

"Qingshenzhou in this era, why is it so rebellious!"

"Forget about Su Ping, why are other people so powerful, as if they have amazing assets!"

Countless Tianjiao Junjie's hearts were frustrated, and his Dao heart was collapsing little by little.

These young heroes who can have a place in the Moon Viewing Tower, each of them is a figure of the year in the surrounding more than a dozen Daozhou.

Not to mention the suppression of a Dao state, but they can all be ranked in the top ten.

Although there are more than a dozen Dao Prefectures in the surrounding area, compared to Qingshen Prefecture, the territory is indeed much smaller, and even the cultivation resources are relatively weak, and there are not too many powerful forces.

But it shouldn't be so unbearable!

Nangong Tian, Mu Yan, Chu Fengge, Murong Qiu, each of them has the strength to shake Luo Xulie, and they can easily suppress these so-called junjies.

Not to mention that there is also a demon Su Ping who is simply like a descendant of a fairy beast, the reincarnation of the Great Emperor!

"In this life, the emperor's road is hopeless!"

"It seems that I can only seal myself in the Divine Source and wait for the next era!"

The hearts of the people were desperate, and their faith in the achievement of the Great Emperor was shaken.

"Ten Fierce Kunpeng Method......" Su Ping was silent, puzzled, "Why do you have to use Lingchen Divine Light to urge?"

Murong Chen is like this, and Murong Qiu is also like this.

It was as if they wouldn't have been able to use it without the Divine Light.

With the talents of the two of them, if they can use the Kunpeng method normally, their power should not be much weaker than Luo Xulie, who has obtained the white jade qilin method.

There is no need to rely on the Lingchen Divine Light that harms others and oneself.

Unless, there is a strong correlation between this Lingchen Divine Light and the Kunpeng Method.

Without the Lingchen Divine Light, there is no way to urge the Kunpeng Method!

"Lingchen Secret Realm. ”

Thinking of this, Su Ping repeated, and the desire to go to the secret realm of Lingchen became stronger and stronger.

The luck looted from Nangong Tian played a role.

His intuition told him that in this Lingchen Secret Realm, it might be related to the legendary Ten Fierce Kunpeng.

"Then at the end of the canon, let's take a trip. ”

Su Ping paid attention.

Bang....

The two men's attacks collided.

Rarely, Su Ping's offensive was repulsed.

However, everyone did not feel happy, but countless cold sweats oozed from their foreheads, because this was just Su Ping's casual hand-raising blow.

Murong Qiu tried his best, but he could only repel it.

This......

All the young talents present were silent, but their hearts were hit hard, and their Dao hearts were on the verge of collapse.

Their Dao protectors, one by one, frowned, their heads were as big as numbness, and they hurriedly performed various methods of centering and stabilizing to help them calm their hearts and stabilize their Dao hearts.

"Yes, you have to be better than them. Su Ping nodded and praised.

"Not bad, your sister!"

The corners of Murong Qiu's mouth twitched suddenly, and he struck a desperate blow, but he had to say a good word?

He wants to scold his mother angrily at the moment!

His face was hideous, and he said madly: "Even if I die today, I won't let you have a good time!"

Murong Chen also said this. Su Ping shrugged, very indifferent, "But he died, and he didn't hurt Ben Shengzi in the slightest." ”

"That's because he's too wasteful!" Murong Qiu said coldly, and at the same time, he pushed his palm again, and there was a faint Kunpeng roar in his body.

His aura climbed again, reaching the four transformations of the dragon bone.

One palm pushout.

It was as if thousands of Kunpeng phantoms were following closely behind, and hundreds of millions of near-huge forces poured out, as if the living beings were extinguished, and everything trembled.

Thundered.

The space was shattered.

One by one, a pitch-black vortex was born, and the endless void undercurrent was like a hell demon surging out.

The power of this palm is beyond the reach of even a monk with seven changes in the dragon bone.

Su Ping's expression was indifferent, and he handed out a fluttering punch.

"Heavenly Emperor Fist!"

The galaxy shook, the earth trembled, and a phantom figure of the Emperor of Heaven was in the dust.

A punch was thrown, and the sky collapsed.

Murong Qiu's offensive was like paper paste, and it was crushed with one touch.

Wherever the fist wind went, the void underwent a terrifying distortion, and all things in heaven and earth did not dare to touch its edge.

It slammed into Murong Qiu's body.

was directly blown away by a punch, all the internal organs were shattered, and the blood in his mouth vomited wildly.

Little by little, life began to pass, and it was obvious that it would not survive.

"You don't seem to be like that. ”

Su Ping glanced at his fist and said with a leisurely expression.

There's nothing that a single Heavenly Emperor Fist can't solve.

If there is, then another punch.

"Poof"

Hearing Su Ping's words, Murong Qiu spit out another mouthful of dirty blood, and he fainted directly.