In the dark twilight, the beast was like a black ocean, and before the black tide, a white shadow came back with a blue light, as if she had never left.

In the void, the master of the sword light and the strongest Dajiao also exchanged hands.

At this moment, the bloody wind is raging, and the blood rain should be coming.

Someone exclaimed, when they were facing death, they saw the figure holding the sword forward, he held the 'Nameless Immortal Sword' in his right hand, and his body began to bloom with Shenhua, his strength was still climbing, but no matter how he climbed, he was still a dragon transformation secret realm.

"Lao Chen! It's Lao Chen! Bai Ningbing's eyes were sharp, and he saw that figure from a distance.

"We have saved ......"

His voice resounded from the altar full of fear, and many cultivators grasped a glimmer of hope from the horror, as if they had grasped a life-saving straw in the midst of a storm.

But!

When they saw the figure, the despair of loss shattered their last hope of survival like a sledgehammer.

Because, it was just a monk of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm......

Lu Junchu fell, across the bluestone avenue of thousands of meters, looking at the group of Fengming cultivators on the five-color altar, and the terrifying beast tide that came from the darkness in the sky, this was a spectacular and terrifying scene, and she finally showed a look of regret.

What exactly is a pity, no one knows.

"Do you believe in fate?"

Lu Junchu walked slowly parallel to Chen Qiye, and the blue tribulation sneered, as if there was a high-pitched battle intent burning.

Chen Qiye looked at the black sea of this heaven and earth, and the continuous confrontation with the void produced brilliance, and gradually, Shenhua turned into a sword.

"I believe there is such a thing as fate, but I don't believe that fate can decide everything." When he said this, he was very serious and calm, and finally a low sword groan ended the period. Because of the tremors, it showed that he was going to fight.

Chen Qiye condensed and accelerated: "Miss Lu, I'm going to kill those big demons...... You go and stop the sacrifice. ”

His words fell, his feet condensed with Dao light, and the whole person shot forward like a meteor catching the moon, and in the distance, only a light and shadow could be seen, as if he was a brave man who died generously, burning his last brilliance to save the life he thought should not die.

"Chen ......" Lu Junchu trembled inexplicably, she didn't say anything in the end, which was a very strange feeling.

It's strange that she has two more Blue Tribulation swords.

When the seventh blue tribulation out of nothing appeared, the heavens and the earth seemed to have changed, the nine spines condensed into one, and the seven flying swords reflected the glow like the seven stars of the Big Dipper.

The glow is like a pillar, pouring down, enveloping this peerless woman with an ethereal and pure face, white clothes, standing in the wind, and flying green silk.

She wanted to shout again, but she couldn't.

She suddenly broke through, broke away from the mundane realm, and stepped onto Sendai.

However, Chen Qiye didn't know all this.

His eyes were like torches, and there were only the shape-shifting demon and the little girl who was blocked by the dragon-shaped phantom on Panlong Mountain.

One followed him and always called out to him: Uncle, a miserable girl who is immature and stubborn.

She may be a supreme existence in the invincible universe world in the future, but at this moment, in Chen Qiye's eyes, she is a fateful little girl.

As he said: fate does not determine everything!

"I can just leave, but I can't leave like this!"

That's it, Chen Qiye himself gave himself a reason, a reason to be desperate.

Under the eyes of all the cultivators, this monk of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, his black hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes swelled, his body seemed to be shining with dazzling Dao light like glass, his appearance was very handsome, his white robe and long clothes were hunting, the monstrous blood was rolling around him, a long sword was held in his right hand, and the three-foot green front reflected all the brilliance of this heaven and earth.

"Old Chen is really handsome!"

Bai Ningbing was locked in the altar, and he couldn't help but scream, but at this moment, no one would believe that a dragon monk could change the death situation, they looked at Chen Qiye's gaze, and it was just like looking at a 'madman', a 'madman' who hurried to his death!

The big demons are paying attention to the battle in the void, and the ones who can really control their fate are the big Jiao of the demon clan and the Immortal Three Slashing Sword Masters.

"There's a little bug missing?" The face of the shapeshifting demon was disdainful, and their contempt filled their eyes. There are a lot of dragon transformation extreme realms in the sacrifices blocked on the altar, what kind of storm can a single dragon transformation secret realm set off?

"I'm going to kill them!" The big demon covered with purple thunder light let out a thunderous roar, he was the blood of the Great Peng, and he had the power of thunder and lightning.

Now he has taken shape and entered Sendai.

As the words fell, the Purple Flame Thunderbird raised his feet, and the distance of a thousand meters was only a few steps for him.

Chen Qiye's eyes froze, he didn't need to recognize these big demons, he only needed to feel their monstrous qi and blood, and he knew that the weakest ones were half-step powers.

It's a pity that Xiao Nannan is there, Chen Qiye can't stop, with the 'Nameless Immortal Sword', how can he be afraid of half-step power.

"Smack!"

The Purple Flame Thunderbird didn't pay attention to the long sword in Chen Qiye's hand at all, and when there was still a hundred meters away, it spat out a thunderbolt from its mouth.

The vast thunder and lightning turned into blazing white flames, like a thunderbolt spear.

The Purple Flame Thunderbird stretched out his hand violently, grabbed the divine spear, like a god king holding thunder and lightning above the nine heavens, boomed, threw out thunder and lightning, and pointed his sword at Chen Qiye.

Thunder and lightning condense like substance!

Half-step power, terrifying!

Many cultivators need to use the Dao pattern and spend a lot of time to cast thunder and lightning supernatural powers, but this Purple Flame Thunderbird only needs one mouth to condense visions and transform supernatural powers.

This is the power of the bloodline.

The lightning spear, which was several meters long, instantly crossed the distance of 100 meters, and pulled out a long electric trace in the air. Crackling sparks lit up on the spear, and even if it was far away, the cultivators who blocked it on the altar felt the terrifying power of this thunderbolt spear.

"Could it be that the demon clan is inherently stronger than the monks!"

Countless cultivators showed despair on their faces, even if the Holy Maiden of the Nanyu Sect was already in the Dragon Transformation Extreme Realm, they thought that they could not take such a blow.

"Idiot, what an idiot!"

"Why do you want to die, even if you run away and ask for help......

"Even if it can't save us...... At least you can avenge us! ”

Curses, regrets, dismays, hatred and despair blended one after another, and the entire altar began to condense the light, ready to be sacrificed!

'Boom! ’

The jade stone that urged the five-colored altar made a monstrous trembling sound, and far away, the black tide rushed in.

The black tide was filled with a spectacular cloud of smoke and dust, and it swept away all the sandstorms of eighteen hurricanes.

"Sendai!"

The excited voices were raised, and they seemed to see a glimmer of life again, because in front of the sandstorm, there was a brilliant blue light coming from the west!

She broke through!

Lu Junchu finally climbed the first step of Sendai.

Blue Tribulation condensed, and the long sword pulled out a blue tail in the sky, shooting straight at the altar like a comet.

In the void, there was the clearest confession: "Chen Qiye, if I die, you will be my life!" ”