The rain fell on the city, and Li Baiyi also looked back.

When they looked carefully at the top of the sacred mountain, the black cloud that almost covered the heavens and the earth, they let out an exclamation at the same time.

Both of them clearly felt from the black cloud that it was a force that had never been seen before, a powerful power displayed by someone who was not inferior to the two of them at all.

The rain fell on the city and stomped its feet, flying towards the sacred mountain.

Seeing this, Li Baiyi also understood that what Yuluocheng said was the truth, so he didn't stop it, summoned the flying sword, stepped on it, and chased it towards the sacred mountain.

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"Haha, happy, happy, I'll just say, since it's a god, how can it be so capable."

When Yu Qingye grabbed the left arm of the Holy Monarch with one arm, and then stepped on the Holy Monarch's face, with a force, he was stunned and broke his arm.

With a stab, the two separated to the sides.

Yu Qingxie took the left arm of the Holy Monarch and looked at it, threw it to the ground casually, followed by a ball of blue light, and the left arm instantly turned into ashes.

Looking at the Holy Monarch again, although his face was hidden under a huge mask, it was not difficult to see what his state of mind was with his trembling body.

Yu Qingxie moved his body a few times, and hooked his hand at the Holy Monarch: "Come, let's continue." ”

Before the Holy Monarch could speak, Wang Xiaolai, who was hiding behind the ice stone, came to the end, and waved his hands: "Come on, old rain, kill this bastard." ”

The Eight Sages King who woke up pulled Wang Xiaolai hard: "You be careful, don't be hated by that guy called Shengjun." ”

Wang Xiaolai's face was full of indifference: "What are you afraid of, don't you see, that guy is not Lao Yu's opponent at all." ”

As soon as Wang Xiaolai spoke, Yu Qingxie's face suddenly changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The hot blood sprinkled on the frost on the ground, and in an instant, it froze into a blood-red carpet.

"Damn, what's going on!" Wang Xiaolai shouted subconsciously.

The Eight Sages King squinted at Wang Xiaolai: "What do I say, let you not talk too much." ”

Wang Xiaolai: "···"

Looking at the scene again, Yu Qingxie hammered the ground in annoyance, spat it, and opened his mouth to scold: "Damn, why did you have a seizure at this time." ”

At this time, the Holy Monarch came to strength, raised his head and laughed, as if to comfort himself: "Rude ant, it turns out that this power is not your own, haha, I will just say, mortals are mortals after all, how can they be the opponents of gods." ”

Yu Qingxie's face was bored, and he raised his hand and hit a ball of blue light on the Saint Monarch's mask, only to hear a crisp sound, the Saint Monarch staggered back five or six steps, and the mask was beaten by Yu Qingxi.

"Noise." Yu Qingxie said disdainfully.

"Damn it!"

The Holy Monarch was furious, jumped up and rushed towards Yu Qingxi, punching him empty, but Yu Qingxie seized the opportunity and slammed a blow to his lower abdomen.

Rao is separated by a mask, and Wang Xiaolai can hear from the shout of the Holy Monarch how painful and heavy this blow is.

"Because you're so annoying, so, I've decided not to play with you." Yu Qingxie repelled the Holy Monarch with a single blow.

Shengjun was stunned for a moment, looked up and asked, "Don't play with me anymore?" What do you mean? ”

Yu Qingxie shook his head: "Originally, I thought you were good enough to play with you, but I didn't expect that your strength really disappointed me, and even, you didn't have that annoying old thing, and my brother was amazing." ”

The Holy Monarch, who had always been looked up to as a god, was angry when he heard this: "Damn you..."

"Just now, I can have a slight advantage with eighty percent of my strength, if, if I use ten percent of my strength, how many moves do you think you will make? Yes? Kami-sama? Yu Qingxie's body was half-squatting, and blood kept spurting out of his mouth.

The Holy Monarch shouted: "Bastard, stop pretending, you think you are my opponent, look at the injuries on your body." ”

After saying that, he rushed over.

Wang Xiaolai opened his mouth to remind: "Old rain be careful. ”

Yu Qingxie didn't reply to Wang Xiaolai's words at all, but shook his head and said to the Holy Monarch: "Idiot, do you really think that I vomited blood because of you?" Idiot. ”

After speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed the only remaining right hand of the Holy Monarch with one hand, followed closely, and the blue light all over his body was shining, and in the blink of an eye, there was a blue light standing on the sacred mountain that penetrated through the sky, breaking through the black clouds on the top of the mountain, connecting the heavens and the earth, even if he was thousands of miles away, he could see the cyan Optimus Prime-like light.

At the foot of the mountain, the 350,000 conscription troops looked stupid.

Yu Qingxie grabbed the Holy Monarch's right hand, and although the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, he still couldn't stop his evil smile that bent up: "Think about how to die, idiot?" ”

The Holy Monarch wanted to struggle, but the rain and evil arm seemed to be made of raw iron, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Yu Qingxie let out a loud shout, and slapped a palm on the heart of the Holy Monarch, and the latter directly spurted out a mouthful of blood through the mask, and the whole person was soft like a noodle to be poured.

"What a waste god." Yu Qingevil disdainful.

The Holy Monarch who vomited blood who was slapped with all his strength by Yu Qingxie gritted his teeth and stabilized his figure, raised his head, and was full of anger.

"What, you're not convinced?"

Yu Qingxie said, and slapped it with another palm.

This time, the Holy Monarch was like a kite with a broken string, falling directly into the distance.

Yuqing stood still in place, hugged his arms, his face was triumphant, and suddenly his complexion changed, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn! Not again. Yu Qingye gritted his teeth and scolded.

Wang Xiaolai jumped out of the ice stone where he was hiding, and walked towards Yu Qingxie.

Seeing this, the Eight Sages King hesitated for a moment and followed with a step.

The two came to Yu Qingxie's side, Wang Xiaolai supported Yu Qingxi, and asked with concern: "Old Yu, are you okay?" ”

Yu Qingxie waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just some old problems, you hide it first, and wait until I clean up the fool who claims to be a god." ”

Wang Xiaolai pointed to the position where the Holy Monarch was lying before, and said, "He ran away." ”

Yu Qing glared directly when he heard this: "What! ”

As he spoke, he chased after each step.

Wang Xiaolai also hurriedly followed.

The Eight Sages King stomped his feet helplessly, but he could only keep up.

The three of them chased the Holy Monarch to the outside of the cave of the Forbidden Land of the Sacred Mountain, and the Holy Monarch ran into the cave, and the three of them chased in.

In the innermost part of the cave, there is an ancient monument of ice and stone that rises up.

Above, it is full of square words.

Yu Qingxie doesn't know this, but Wang Xiaolai does, it's the Chinese characters of the Eight Classics.

It's just that because of the distance, and the fact that the Holy Monarch was standing in front of the ancient ice stone monument, Wang Xiaolai didn't dare to take a closer look.

In a hurry, I just saw a sentence to be filled with blood on the day of the comeback.

Standing in front of the ancient monument, the Holy Monarch turned his head sharply, staring at Yu Qingxie viciously: "Damn fellow, you don't have to be arrogant, when my body comes, I will let you die without a place to bury!" ”

Yu Qingxie didn't feel anything, but thought that the Holy Monarch was talking ruthlessly, but Wang Xiaolai was clear in his heart, and subconsciously shouted: "Old Yu, stop him." ”

Yu Qingxie's reaction was also fast, and when he heard Wang Xiaolai's words, he had already made a move towards the Holy Monarch.

However, the Holy Monarch turned around and ignored Yu Qingxi's move that was enough to kill him, raised his palm, and slammed it on the ancient monument.

There was a loud bang, and the ancient monument shattered into cracks.

The Holy Monarch then raised his palm and slapped it, and the ancient monument instantly shattered into pieces.

Yu Qingxie's body stopped halfway to look left and right, and a trace of weirdness appeared on his face: "What's the matter?" ”

The Holy Monarch turned around and laughed maniacally, "Haha, bastard, you have to pay for your rude behavior against the gods. ”

"That's a lot of nonsense."

Yuqing swooped up with a swish, and with a blow through his chest, the laughter of the Holy Monarch also came to an abrupt end.

With a brush, a beating heart came out of Yu Qingxie's recovered arm.

With a hard squeeze in his hand, the heart exploded.

The Holy Monarch also shook his body a few times, fell to his knees and fell to the ground, and the mask on his face also fell to the ground.

The strange thing is that the mask can still speak, looking at Yu Qingxie with a resentful tone: "Mole ants, they are all ants." ”

With a snap, Yu Qingxie stepped on the mask with one foot.

Then he turned his head, looked at Huyan Zhuozhuo's corpse on the ground, took a deep breath, and just wanted to speak, he felt a rumbling and shaking under his feet.

Immediately after, over the cave, boulders fell and the mountain collapsed.

Yuqing didn't want to think about it, grabbed Wang Xiaolai with one hand, grabbed the Eight Sages King with the other, turned around and flashed towards the outside of the cave.