What happened?

Why does the Blue Emperor Phantom appear?

Why did the Blue Emperor Phantom target him so much?

The thought of doubt flashed in Cao Qiu's heart, and then suddenly thought of the question before Dugu Twenty-nine:

Qingwang ...... Why is he titled Qingwang?

Blue King.

Qingdi.

An unbelievably bold idea uncontrollably rises in my mind.

Cao Qiu looked at Shen Ling in horror.

But I saw that the Qing King, who was still trapped by the death qi before, and had run out of vitality and had fallen into a state of death, had already gotten rid of the shackles of the death qi.

The dead air dissipated, and the rich vitality flowed through its body.

Every minute, every second, its body is transforming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Suddenly, breakthrough?"

Cao Qiu's eyes widened, looking at Shen Ling in disbelief, as if it was a little difficult to accept, why did she break through in this dying state?

Moreover, even if he broke through, even if he was an Immortal Emperor, when his vitality was gone, how could he recover so miraculously?

The next moment, the phantom of the Blue Emperor in the sky told him the answer.

At the moment when Shen Ling's body completed the transformation of the Immortal King into the Immortal Emperor, the phantom lowered his head like a wise man, and his cold gaze flashed over Cao Qiu.

The next moment, it turned into Yimu blue light and merged into Shen Ling's body.

At the moment when the blue light entered his body, Shen Ling opened his eyes, and a divine light bloomed in his eyes.

"Poof~"

The Peerless Immortal King, who was so powerful that he could wipe out the stars and shatter the space of one thought, seemed to have been hit by an irresistible huge force.

The figure flew out uncontrollably, spurting blood from its mouth, sprinkling into the void and drifting into a burst of blood mist.

The blood mist sprinkled and smashed into a dense hole on the ground.

"Hiss~"

After a long time, Cao Qiu struggled to get up from the ruins.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dragged the heavily injured body and fled directly.

Immortal Emperor!

Before breaking through, he was not sure that he would be able to win, and the Qing King, who was secretly calculating and severely damaged, was not only wiped out by the death qi that he had obtained from the Nine Shadows as he imagined.

On the contrary, he broke through and became an immortal emperor in one fell swoop.

Even if it is just an immortal king who has just broken through, his strength is several times higher than that of the former immortal king, but it is more than ten times higher.

Before he broke through, he was not sure of winning, and in the face of an immortal emperor, he was even less sure that he could resist half a point.

Fearful in his heart, Cao Qiu did not hesitate to burn the essence blood of the Immortal King to perform the escape method, just to be able to escape from the hands of the Immortal Emperor.

However......

As soon as he flew less than 10,000 miles away, a white and tender hand suddenly tore through the space and poked out from the front.

The energy gathers and turns into a big energy hand.

"Smack~"

"Squeak~"

only had time to let out a strange cry that was not like a human voice, and Cao Qiu's whole person was stuck to the ground.

I have to say that even the Immortal Emperor who has just broken through is still meticulous in his grasp of power.

Obviously, a slap slapped Cao Qiu into a pulp, but it didn't cause the slightest damage to the ground below.

Looking at Cao Qiu, who was photographed into a puddle of flesh, Dugu Twenty-nine thought so in his heart.

"Why?"

Feeling the passage of his vitality, he knew that he was too whimsical, he was not the kind of peerless genius, and there was no possibility of escaping from the hands of the Immortal Emperor at all.

So, before he died, he just wanted to clarify the doubts in his heart.

Why...... He designed everything, why could she still turn the tables?

Shen Ling had no hobby of answering the enemy's doubts before he died, or he was not interested in answering such meaningless questions.

Looking directly at the puddle of minced flesh on the ground, the blue light flashed in his eyes, Cao Qiu's vitality was extinguished, his soul was shattered, and he turned into a puddle of lifeless flesh and blood.

Thankfully, before he completely lost consciousness, he heard Dugu Twenty-nine's answer.

"The reason why he was named Qingwang is naturally because he is cultivating the "Blue Emperor Immortal Sutra". ”

"The Blue Emperor's Immortal Sutra", the ancient Qingdi, also known as the Immortal Emperor, created the method of natal cultivation.

As an existence that masters the Dao of Immortality, the "Sutra of Immortality of the Green Emperor" created by the Green Emperor may not be the strongest in terms of combat power increase, but in the way of life, there is absolutely no one who is unsurpassed.

......

Outside of Midstate.

The eastern wilderness of the four seas and eight wildernesses.

The central domain, the ninety-nine high-rise buildings that suppressed Tianyu.

On the hundredth floor of a ninety-nine high-rise building that has been silent all year round, hasty footsteps sounded on this day.

"Master, the Immortal Avenue is the breath of the Immortal Avenue, Senior Sister, she ......"

The handsome middle-aged uncle with a handsome face pushed open the wooden door blocking him, threw the demolished door panel behind him, and looked at the back standing in front of the window with excitement.

The figure in front of the window calmly turned back, revealing a young, even slightly immature young face.

Glancing at the apprentice who had opened the door of his room, he frowned displeased.

"See, when you come to report that the daylilies are cold.

Isn't it just that you are finally willing to take the last step with the road of immortality, what is there to make a fuss about.

Look at your frizzy appearance, otherwise your two junior sisters would have walked in front of you. ”

As soon as he came, he was beaten by the number of people who were split on his head and covered his face, and the middle-aged handsome uncle looked at his master with a bitter face.

Are you calm?

Are you not frizzy?

Are you as stable as an old dog?

Can you explain what happened to the two hands that you are hiding behind you now, which are still clenched into fists and trembling?

Is it that the injuries that fell from the battle with the Heavenly Emperor 90,000 years ago have not yet recovered, or is it that the old disease caused by the joint efforts of the four evil emperors of the Nine Shadows 300,000 years ago has recurred?

In his heart, the middle-aged handsome uncle bowed his head tamely, looking like he was taught.

"What the master taught me was that the disciple was taught.

Senior sister, she finally broke the knot in her heart, and the disciple was just too happy for a while. ”

"Humph!"

Hearing this, the immature young man snorted arrogantly, and through the window, he glanced at the traces of the Immortal Avenue that had not yet dispersed, and the corners of his mouth gently hooked a pleasant arc.

After a moment, he turned around and walked to the table, picked up his pen and wrote down a large paragraph.

Steamed the ink dry, folded it into an envelope, and raised his head to look at the middle-aged handsome uncle.

"Help, send this letter to Lethe. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged handsome uncle shuddered.

A bitter comparison in my heart: The two of you have a conflict, why is it always me who is hurt in the middle?

Bitterly took the letter, the middle-aged handsome uncle glanced at his master cautiously, and couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw that the master had no extra explanation, and he didn't tell himself that he would find a way to go to Lechuan to help collect his body.

Looking at this posture, Master's wording this time should be relatively restrained.

Turn around and take a few steps.

After hesitating, he turned back and asked, "Then, Master..... Senior sister, do you want the disciple?"

"Forget it," the young man waved his hand magnanimously, "just let that kid live a few more days." ”

"Good!"

Hearing this, Yuanchen breathed a sigh of relief.

"The disciple went to deliver the letter, if the disciple doesn't come back, I hope the master will help me take care of my flowers and plants, as well as the little carp that I have raised for 300,000 years. ”

"Go, go, go. ”

The young man waved his hand impatiently and waited for Yuanchen to leave.

With a wave of his hand, he closed the door again.

In the closed room, there was a smug and arrogant laugh.

"Hahaha~"

On this day, throughout the Eastern Wilderness, a legend spread about the ancient demons who were suppressed by the Emperor and got out of trouble.

There is laughter as proof.