The golden long whip gently suspended beside Penglai Ancestor, and Penglai Ancestor's eyes also looked at Yingzheng's trembling right hand with some contempt. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That look was obviously a bit provocative.

Ying Zheng is very strong, and the reason why Penglai Ancestor can strike a blow will make Ying Zheng feel at a loss, except that his own cultivation realm is almost a cut higher than Ying Zheng. What's more, the long whip in his hand is a rare divine weapon, called the Divine Whip.

Even in the Shang and Zhou eras, which were once full of gods and demons, such a divine weapon could occupy a place, let alone the era of the end of the law?

"Bang!"

On the other side, Bai Qi, who was already at the peak of the Dao Casting Realm, was also at a disadvantage with the Abbot Ancestor.

It's just that Yingzheng was a little surprised that although Bai Qi was at a disadvantage, it seemed that the abbot ancestor couldn't help Bai Qi.

And in this battle of life and death, Ying Zheng would not believe that the abbot ancestor would have mercy in the face of his enemies.

"Smack!"

At the moment when Ying Zheng glanced at Bai Qi, the whip in Penglai Ancestor's hand fell fiercely on Ying Zheng's body.

The huge pain suddenly surged up, and the dragon robe on his body instantly became a rag robe.

Ying Zheng frowned, although it hurt to be whipped by the whip, but compared to the pain he had experienced in the dungeon in those years, it was still a little worse.

On the side, Penglai Ancestor saw that Yingzheng was hit with a whip, and under the blur of flesh and blood, he only frowned. I couldn't help but feel a touch of surprise in my heart.

He knew all too well the power of the whip. Although the previous hasty blow could not be regarded as using all his strength, there was no intention of keeping his hand.

However, an even more surprising scene soon appeared.

A faint black aura overflowed from the Tianwen Sword in Ying Zheng's hand, surging rapidly towards the direction of the wound.

The wound shrouded in black mist returned to its original appearance in just a moment. Not even a trace of injury.

Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't care about his attack at all, Penglai Ancestor couldn't help frowning.

Serious injuries have no effect, so they can only be crushed with absolute strength at one time!

Penglai Ancestor, who had made up his mind, suddenly rose a few more times.

On the side, Ying Zheng also knew that Penglai Ancestor was going to do his best. If he stays any longer, I'm afraid he won't be his opponent.

"Array!" Ying Zheng moved his lips lightly, but his voice once again spread throughout the soldiers of the entire Qin State.

The generals of the Refining Realm, who were fighting hard against a group of Transformation Cultivators, suddenly revealed a hint of joy. If it weren't for the fact that Guiguzi, Ji Hao, and Donghuang Taiyi had restrained their opponents before, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to survive now.

The changes in hundreds of thousands of people can be seen by anyone who is not blind.

Wisps of vague breath, centered on the generals of the Qin army, suddenly strung hundreds of thousands of people into more than a dozen strands.

Immediately after, the sound of beast roars sounded in the sky above Hangu Pass.

The huge beast roar, even Xianyang, can be heard clearly.

Seeing the more than a dozen strange giant beasts that suddenly appeared, everyone in the secret realm couldn't help but be surprised.

Looking at the Qin people who seemed to have been reborn, the people in the fairyland suddenly felt a huge pressure.

"What is this?" Finally, a god-transforming monk in the fairy realm couldn't help but muttered softly.

Not to mention him, even the Penglai Ancestor and the Abbot Ancestor are also curious.

However, under this curiosity, there is a trace of worry.

Whether it is Bai Qi, Wang Qian, Meng Fu and others, the condensed battle soul is very fast, but the speed of Ying Zheng's condensation of the war soul is slightly slow.

Penglai Ancestor watched the layers of black mist gradually surround Yingzheng slowly, and the whip in his hand was almost like a conditioned reflex, and quickly waved it.

"Dang!"

A heavy voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Nine huge black tripods suddenly appeared next to the golden-armored black dragon that had not yet taken shape.

Previously, Penglai Ancestor's whip hit a Jiuding.

"Jiuding!"

Jiuding, which is already a Chinese artifact, is of course impossible for Penglai Ancestor not to know.

However, Penglai Ancestor also knows that Jiuding is where the luck of China lies, and each one is extremely heavy. Now, the nine nine tripods are suspended in mid-air at the same time, which makes Penglai Ancestor extremely difficult to understand.

When it comes to luck, it is extremely mysterious.

Penglai Ancestor thought that Jiuding was reasonable, but what he didn't know was. Nowadays, the Qin State is Huaxia, and the so-called Chinese luck naturally comes from the Qin State.

And Ying Zheng is the core of Qin's national fortunes. The huge luck stored in Jiuding is from the same source as Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng is naturally very easy to call.

However, although Jiuding is nothing to Yingzheng, it is different for others.

"Dang!"

After a Jiuding blocked the long whip of the Penglai Ancestor, the rest of the statues immediately smashed towards the Penglai Ancestor. It's simple and crude, but it's very practical.

Looking at the flying Jiuding, Penglai Ancestor's face changed slightly.

It is true that he is a monk who crosses the Tribulation Realm, but it does not mean that he can resist the weight of Jiuding.

Flying around, the unpredictable Jiuding, although it couldn't hit Penglai Ancestor, but it was more than enough to interfere with Penglai Ancestor.

"Whew!"

A moment later, a dragon's roar sounded over Hangu Pass.

A group of rare beasts that were still fighting with the Avatar Cultivator on the side suddenly showed a look of awe at the same time.

Although this look of awe was only fleeting, everyone present noticed it.

"The tough one is coming!" The abbot ancestor frowned slightly, and muttered softly.

The fully formed golden-armored black dragon is nearly a thousand zhang in size. And the Penglai Ancestor on the side, next to the golden armor black dragon, is like a small black dot.

Looking up at the golden-armored black dragon that looked down on him, the anger in Penglai Ancestor's heart was finally completely aroused.

For thousands of years, for thousands of years, who has looked at him with such eyes?

"Think it's useful to get bigger? The old man will let you see, the gap in the realm! Penglai Ancestor let out a loud shout, and then his body rushed towards the clouds.

An aura that was also not weaker than the golden armor black dragon suddenly spread in the sky.

Feeling the pressure brought by the sky, whether it was the people on the side of the Qin State or the Immortal Realm, their faces were not very good-looking.

The people in the fairyland didn't expect that someone would be able to force the strongest Penglai Ancestor to this point. And the people on the Qin side, they didn't expect that the momentum of the person who took the lead was not inferior to Hualong's Yingzheng at all, and even exceeded it by a lot.

"Brother, why are you doing this?"

Feeling the familiar power in the sky, the abbot ancestor sighed lightly. However, a hint of resoluteness flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the equally majestic white tiger on the side.

"Since you're working hard, brother, if I don't work hard, I'm afraid that after I go back, I won't have the face to see anyone!"

After the abbot ancestor finished speaking, the momentum on his body also began to climb suddenly.

Bai Qi, who looked solemn, couldn't help but tighten his right hand holding the hero's sword.

"Come on! See who of us is stronger! Bai Qi let out a soft sigh, and the white mist that permeated the surroundings became thicker and thicker.