As soon as Chiyan Ancestor's words fell, the Soul Swinging Sky Robe on the ring suddenly swung out, and a thick black mist erupted from his sleeves, rolling up huge Xuan Power fluctuations.

There was not the slightest panic in Qing Ziming's heterochromatic pupils, his white palms slowly raised, and a mysterious power barrier instantly condensed in front of him, blocking the attack of the soul.

Bang!

The two forces collided, and the space around them trembled slightly.

"This year's dark horse is really extraordinary, this young man named Qing Ziming actually has the cultivation of the ninefold Dan realm. Huang Fuyuan was slightly surprised on his face and said lightly.

"It is said that this Qingziming is just from a Xuanhuang-level force......." Nangong Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice showed appreciation.

"Being able to stand out from a land of projectiles, this son's talent goes without saying. ”

"Hmph, the soul is lonely, I'm afraid that your soul will be fierce and less auspicious in this battle, this Qingziming is not as simple as you think. Yan Lie, the hall master of the Yanji Palace, suddenly said.

"Oh, the Yan Hall Lord seems to know something about this Qing Ziming?" Soul Lonely Evil asked with interest in his eyes slightly condensed.

"The team of my Yanji Hall who participated in the Ten Thousand Sect Fight this time was eliminated by this Qingziming, even if it was a personal disciple of this seat, Liu Chenyang was defeated......." Yan Lie's eyes were complicated, and he said slowly.

"Speaking of which, this time it's not only your Yanji Palace, but the team of the Poison Sect doesn't seem to be in the top ten. At this time, the Great Emperor of the Northern Darkness, Fu Yuan, was also puzzled on the side.

"Hmph!" The Poison Sect Sect Leader Bi Tianyang's face was gloomy, although he was full of resentment in his heart, he didn't dare to say that his son had been killed for the sake of face.

At this time, in the ring, the battle between the two became more and more intense.

With the experience of drunken this temple, the soul did not dare to slack off, and the mysterious power in the palm of his hand rotated wildly, and the attack poured out like a raging storm.

Now that he had stepped into the Agile Realm, every attack was accompanied by the oscillation of space.

"Hey, the Spirit Realm......" Qing Ziming's heterochromatic pupils flashed with excitement, and the corners of his mouth raised a slightly demonic arc.

"Coincidentally, so did I. ”

Rumble!

A majestic Xuan Qi rushed to the sky, and Qing Ziming had this faint red light flickering around him, and a pungent smell of blood instantly spread in the ring.

"This Qingzi Ming... It's actually a Spirit Realm!" In mid-air, for the first time, the eyes of the soul lonely evil flashed with astonishment, and his eyes were solemn.

"Relying solely on the resources of the Xuanhuang-level forces to cultivate to the Spirit Realm, this talent can be called a demon. Ji Wuyue smiled lightly, her beautiful eyes full of approval.

"This hall has investigated this Qingzi Ming......." Yan Lie suddenly said with a complicated expression, and there seemed to be something strange in his tone.

"There is no such thing as a Xuanhuang-level force - Brahman. ”

"What?"

"What does this mean, Lord of the Flame Palace?"

Everyone was surprised and puzzled.

"The Brahmana Gate in the statistics of Wanzong Dou was originally known as the Blood Clothes Gate, and it was a Xuanhuang-level force. ”

But just a year ago, this bloody gate was destroyed, and then the Brahma Gate was born to take its place. It is said that this bloody door was destroyed by one person, and this person is Qing Ziming. A fiery low voice fell.

"........" Huang Fuyuan and the others had strange expressions and were shocked in their hearts.

"And... There is currently only one person in this Brahman, which means that this Qing Ziming is the sect master of the Brahman. ”

"We'll see. This year's top 10 finals are really interesting........" Soul Wandering dark eyes stared at the battle below, and said lightly.

In the ring, the two forces of the Spiritual Realm fought against each other, faintly contending.

"I didn't expect that the people of your small power actually reached the level of the Spirit Realm. Soul Wanderer's face was cold, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he didn't smile at it.

"Is the Spiritual Realm strong? In front of this seat, these are all ants. Qing Ziming, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, and his voice seemed to contain a depth and coldness that did not fit his appearance.

"Don't be ashamed to speak...... Soul Wanderer's face suddenly gloomy, he didn't expect that this small force of people would be so arrogant, and he didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick.

"Conjuring Banner!"

Whew!

With a roar of the soul, a banner with a pitch-black body engraved with strange runes instantly appeared in the air, this thing is about five meters long, surrounded by a thick black mist, and there are faint bursts of mournful wails from the ancient handle, and a cold and terrifying aura swept the audience in an instant.

"The Holy Relic of the Imperial Soul Sect, the Heavenly Rank Senior Xuan Soldier, the Soul Flag!?"

"The Soul Sect Master is really willing to spend his blood, and even took out the Soul Banner Banner, it seems that this time the Ten Thousand Sects are fighting, and the Imperial Soul Sect is bound to win. Nangong Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in surprise.

Several other giants on the side also cast shocked glances.

"Hehe, no wonder the Soul Sect Master has a calm look, it turns out that there is still this kind of hole card. The Northern Emperor smiled slightly, and suddenly realized.

"Boom... Dangtian's ability to control this spirit banner is his own extraordinary talent, and this is not the business of this sect. The soul lonely evil Sen Sen smiled, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

At this time, the drunken temple under the stage was also slightly stunned, it seems that the last time he fought with the soul, the latter has not yet taken out this hole card.

Looking at the majesty of this thing, it is estimated that it is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp.

In fact, drunk this temple thought too much, the last time the two of them fought, the soul swinging heaven had not yet broken through to the spirit realm, even if he wanted to use the soul flag, but the heaven-level high-level Xuan soldier was not a general thing, with his strength in the Dan realm at that time, it was not enough to control this soul flag.

But today, the soul swinging sky that has broken through to the smart realm can finally use this hole card!

"Hahahaha, you can force me to sacrifice this soul flag, you can also be proud! Next, this young master's attack is not something you can resist!"

"Is it a high-level Xuan soldier of the Heavenly Rank?" it is a little interesting....... Qing Ziming secretly wondered in his heart, his face was still ancient and waveless, and the wind was still light in his strange pupils.

"Ten Thousand Souls Dynasty!"

Rumble!

The soul roared angrily, and the soul banner in his hand danced with layers of black mist, and the black cyclone condensed on the surface of the flag, and a terrifying suction force seemed to absorb all the souls in this area.

"It's so attractive, even when you're outside the barrier, you can feel your soul being pulled outward by an invisible force. Drunk next to this temple, Tang Zixuan's eyebrows frowned slightly, she was already consumed a lot, and her clear beautiful eyes were a little loose and slightly haggard at this time.

Buzz———

The light in the palm of the drunken temple flowed, and a mysterious power barrier suddenly blocked in front of Tang Zixuan, isolating the terrifying attraction.

"It is worthy of being a high-level Xuan soldier of the Heavenly Rank, terrifying. Drunk this temple's eyes narrowed slightly.

At the same time as the person who was amazed by the power of the Soul Flag, he couldn't help but be surprised by the terrifying power of his soul power, even if it was the powerful attraction of the Soul Flag, his soul sea was still calm and unmoving.

On the stage, Qing Ziming's brows furrowed slightly, and the powerful and domineering soul power of the Soul Banner was like a pair of invisible claws, frantically tearing the soul in his body.

At this time, Qing Ziming's soul sea was like a raging storm, and the buzzing sound in his ears should not be aware, and what was even worse was the heart-piercing pain of his soul being pulled.

"Good boy... You dare to pull even the soul of this seat!" the corners of Qing Ziming's mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his strange eyes.

"Hmph, I want to see what this spirit banner can do to me?"

Ding———

The corners of Qing Ziming's mouth raised a trace of weird arc, his eyes of different colors slowly closed, and the whole person seemed to be suddenly alive, falling into silence like a statue.

"The art of false sleep?!"

In the sky above the ring, Chiyan Ancestor's eyes flashed with shock, and his heart was agitated.

"Who is this Qingziming?"

"Instantly constricted the mystical qi of the whole body, vitality, and even the soul, and fell into a state of false sleep, such a realm, the old master has only felt it from the ancestor with the highest rank in my royal family. This strange sense of oppression is faintly coming from the depths of the soul, what is the origin of this Qingziming?"

Chiyan Ancestor forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and continued to watch the battle on the stage.

Qing Ziming sat quietly cross-legged, no matter how the soul waved the terrible spirit flag, he was as dead as a dead thing. His white hair fluttered in the wind, and his handsome face was as deep as his age.

Qing Ziming, he is not from this Northern Underworld.

No one knows where he came from, and it's as mysterious as the abyss.

Everything, only he knows.

"Hmph, I'm almost dancing too, I'm tired of it. ”

At a certain moment, Qing Ziming's different pupils suddenly opened, and his body, which was originally as lifeless as the death of an old monk, suddenly became full of vitality, and the majestic power of the Spirit Realm came into being.

Scarlet blood-colored light dots surrounded his long body, and at this time, the mysterious power of the Spirit Realm seemed to be much more manic than before.

"Weeping in blood. ”

An indifferent whisper slowly flowed out of Qing Ziming's mouth, and the monstrous sea of blood instantly surged towards the soul sky.