"Over the years, have you missed your uncle?"

This Qianfeng Ming is notoriously short-tempered in the Qianyuan Holy Land, and he is also the identity of the Holy Master's brother, and no one dares to care about beating and scolding his disciples. After drinking a few times with "Qianjingnian", the uncle and nephew have a good relationship, and their words are very casual.

"No one to have a drink with my uncle, I'm really depressed!"

"Didn't my uncle kill someone?"

"Haha, do you think?"

"The Holy Lord does not allow my nephew to leave the Three Holy Son Peak. ”

"It's okay, I'll take you to kill someone, he can't control Qianfengshan!"

Qian Fengming said, his eyes flashing, his interest in killing was no less than his desire for wine. Regardless of the black-robed slave, Qian Fengming waved his big hand, and took Mu Bai to step out of the Biluo Triple Heaven in one step.

"Today, I'll show you the battle between the Holy Lands!"

At this time, looking at Qian Fengming's cultivation, he was not complete, but he also stepped into it. Although he was defeated, Mu Bai's self-confidence was no longer as small as when he first came to Qianyuan Holy Land, but Qianfengming didn't care so much, he picked up Mu Bai and left, and Mu Bai didn't express any opinions.

Being coerced by Qianfengming and not taking a few steps, the two of them had already left the Five Heavens of the Qianyuan Holy Land. Looking back, Mu Bai saw the appearance of the Qianyuan Holy Land for the first time, like a huge spire reaching into the sky, surrounded by several layers of peaks, and there were endless towering palaces and buildings on each peak.

"Only the Dao Venerable Realm is qualified to cultivate in the Biluo Five Heavens, and the rest of the disciples are all on those thirty-six serving peaks!"

"So this is the Holy Land!"

This time, he really saw the appearance of the holy land clearly, but Mu Bai was not the dry year thirty years ago, he already had the ability to stir up the wind and clouds in the Venerable Domain, and at this time, looking at this holy land, it was nothing more than that.

Of course, after thirty years of precipitation in the secret room, Mu Bai's heart has become calm again, knowing when to be silent and when to deal with domineering.

Qian Fengming took Mu Bai to leave the Five Heavens of the Qianyuan Holy Land, and Qianfeng Mountain naturally saw it in his eyes, and was very satisfied with the three holy sons' thirty years of retreat and cultivation of the flesh Dao spiritual realm.

Stepping out of the Holy Land, Qianfeng Ming tore apart the void with his big hands, and took Mu Bai directly to the territory of the Yuan Soul Holy Land's forces, where the three million monks of the Qianyuan Holy Land had already formed a formation, and the sword and spear were pointed directly at the Yuan Soul Holy Land.

The Primal Soul Holy Land is like an inverted mountain peak suspended in the air, easy to defend and difficult to attack. There was also a dense army of monks in the air, holding their troops and waving their troops, waiting for the battle.

"Look at Uncle breaking through their defenses with one blow!"

I saw Qian Fengming smile hideously, and leaned out the five fingers of the giant palm together and turned into a wide giant sword that broke through the air, emitting dazzling golden rays and penetrating directly into the defense array of millions of monks in the Yuan Soul Holy Land, as if inserted into a tofu wall, plunging to the end, smashing countless monks. Immediately, the giant sword changed back to the original form of the giant palm, and I saw that the giant palm grabbed violently, as if holding a puddle of fine sand, and then opened the palm of the hand, sprinkling the fine sand all over the sky, dyeing the sky red.

Under one blow, the Yuan Soul Holy Land is hundred

The defense of the Ten Thousand Monks was immediately chaotic, and the rainbow light of countless attacks roared into the big hand, but the big hand was calmly retracted, and the color of Qianfengming's hideous killing was even stronger, so that Mu Bai did not dare to look directly.

Although he was already a physical Dao Spirit, his gap to the peak of Dao Spirit was still very huge. It turned out that Qian Fengming, who had drunk Hu Yu with himself several times, had such terrifying combat power, killing people was like harvesting grass mustard.

"I like to be so direct, power is my way!"

There was still bubbling blood in the palm of Qian Fengming's hand, and he picked up a jar of spirits and raised his head to drink it.

"Who killed my Holy Land disciple!"

Qian Fengming was still holding the altar and drinking strong wine, and a slender figure stepped from the Yuan Soul Holy Land, it was Lu Changlin, the Great Elder of the Yuan Soul Holy Land.

"It's your Grandpa Fengming!"

After drinking all the liquor in the jar, Qian Fengming shook his hand and smashed the jar towards the figure. Lu Changlin stretched out his hand and pointed at the wine jar, and then there was a loud "boom", and the sky was sprinkled with wine rain.

"Virtuous nephew, lend you a fire to use. ”

Mu Bai knew Qian Fengming's intentions, and immediately waved his hand to shoot out a flame. When the rain of wine meets fire, there is a "whew", and the sky is full of burning fires with the raindrops, falling into the defense array of millions of monks in the Yuan Soul Holy Land, and taking countless lives.

"Damn!"

With a roar of anger, Lu Changlin's sleeves rolled up, swept up the rain and fire in the sky, held it into a projectile, and flicked one finger into the army of monks in the Qianyuan Holy Land, "boom" with a loud sound, shattering countless monks, and a huge fire also ignited in the camp of the army of the Qianyuan Holy Land.

"Qian Fengming, in front of the old man, I can't tolerate your arrogance!"

As he spoke, Lu Changlin stretched out his arm and spread his giant claws, instantly grabbing it in front of Qian Fengming. Qian Fengming waved his hand to push Mu Bai aside, and directly blasted a punch at the giant claw, like a planet impacting, exploding with a huge earth-shattering sound, and the giant claw and heavy fist all turned into flying ashes and flew down.

"Lu Changlin, we are not old!"

The shattered fist quickly recovered and was reborn, and the essence of battle intent in Qian Fengming's eyes was even better, and it was the great elder Lu Changlin who rushed straight to the Yuan Soul Holy Land with a banging fist.

"Compared with the old man's strength, you are still very weak!"

I saw that Lu Changlin's right arm swelled, revealing a dense flickering of soul patterns, and it was also a heavy punch towards Qian Fengming with one palm. There was another earth-shattering bang, and the fist was shattered again, Lu Changlin's palm grabbed Qian Fengming's fist fiercely, and the two were secretly competing, and neither of them could continue to move forward.

"Lu Changlin, you can't!"

Grasping the giant claws against Lu Changlin's pincers, Qian Fengming gradually opened his fist, his thumb was hooked and his four fingers were together, and he took advantage of the situation to turn his palm into a sharp sword and stabbed it violently, sticking to Lu Changlin's arm, he stabbed the palm sword into his arm, and then tore it hard, tearing Lu Changlin's right arm off.

Lu Changlin suffered a big loss with one move, ignoring the broken arm, and immediately retreated to the holy land incognito.

"Haha, let's fight!"

Qian Fengming roared, and waved his hand to throw Lu Changlin's arm into the defensive formation of the Yuan Soul Holy Land

There was a violent explosion, and the formation was completely disrupted.

The Qianyuan Holy Land immediately beat drums and waved the flag, and the army of three million monks swept towards the Yuan Soul Holy Land like locusts that rushed to the sky.

"Let them fight, and my uncle will take you to the Xuanqi Gate to meet those girls!"

"Uncle, are you a deity, or a doppelganger?"

"The deity!"

"Then I'll be relieved"

"Haha, uncle can still take you to death!

Qian Fengming grabbed Mu Bai with his big hand again, and walked away. The huge Qianpan of the Qianyuan Holy Land floated in the air, and Qianfengming stepped on the Qianpan in one step, and Ling Yan glanced at everyone.

"Meet Yasheng!"

More than 1,000 people knelt on the ground and worshipped, and only a young man in a gold-patterned brown robe bowed and said, "Yuhuang has seen uncle!"

(End of chapter)

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