Withdraw!

Gather the gods and prepare for a decisive battle!

Yakushidou is not a fool, he is just a big Luo.

He would not be so stupid as to naively think that with his strength alone, he would be able to deal with the millions of troops in the God Realm.

Even, there are the saints of the ten directions.

However, at the moment when the pharmacist was about to retreat.

The Protoss saint behind that crack had already discovered him.

I saw a young saint beside the man in the lead, his eyes shot directly at the pharmacist's pocket, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Want to go? Is it possible? ”

He didn't move!

But in an instant, a black flying knife appeared in front of him.

The knife was only two fingers wide, and the black mist lingered.

In an instant, the flying knife slashed through the sky, shooting out cracks, tearing open the entire sky and cracks.

Straight to the soul of Yakushidou!

The pharmacist's pupils constricted.

I never thought that the Protoss saint would do it at this time.

If you want to escape, you can't escape.

He found that at the moment when the flying knife appeared, his soul was directly imprisoned, and he couldn't move at all!

That flying knife is the nemesis of the soul!

Once you are stained, you are a saint, and you can't save yourself!

At the moment when the flying knife was about to tear open the soul of the pharmacist,

The bright light burst out in front of the medicine man.

A heaven and earth appear out of thin air.

The vast aura was suppressed, and the flying knife was directly put away......

It was at this time that ripples began to ripple in that side of the world, turning into a picture of the country, rolling up, and running away!

"It's ......"

The sudden change made the Protoss Saint stumble.

Suddenly looked in the direction where the picture had fled.

The pharmacist's pocket was also flustered, but soon, he became excited.

The magic power of that painting, the evolution of heaven and earth, only one treasure can do it in this universe, and that treasure is also owned by only one person!

"Mountains and rivers are mapped...... Nu wa...... Sage! ”

He turned around suddenly!

Skyrim in the distance!

A young blue woman, stepping into the air, followed by colorful clouds under her feet, holding a picture scroll, her eyes indifferent.

Who is it if it's not Wei Zifu?

And beside her, there are also a few women, such as Yaochi, Xiaolongnu, Lingzi, Yushu, etc......

Except for Wei Zifu, who has already recovered his saint cultivation, the rest have all reached the quasi-saint level, especially Yao Chi, who is even more terrifying!

If possible, the saint is just one step away!

"You ......"

The pharmacist was overjoyed and looked at Wei Zifu and the others.

The women smiled slightly, and at the same time, a powerful aura suddenly appeared, only to be seen behind the women.

A crack appeared that covered the sky......

There, the endless Qinglian Continent appeared in view.

At the same time, a huge aura appeared, and it was Li Xiaoyao, Night Attack, Jiuying of the Great Wu Clan and other strong people!

Especially Li Xiaoyao, although his strength has not yet reached the quasi-saint, he is also a Da Luo cultivator.

The gaze is sharp, and the swords around him are faintly tearing through the space, which shows that in the past hundred years, with the help of the huge resources of the Qinglian Continent, there is a qualitative change power!

The crowd did not speak.

The millions of Qinglian Continent immortal realm troops behind them have become their strongest backing.

Wei Zifu stepped out in one step, his gaze shot straight at the sky, and he went straight to the ten saints of the Protoss.

There is no fear......

There is no back......

Yes, it's just cold!

"Interesting, but, not ...... enough"

The Protoss Saint stood behind the rift.

Looking at the women who appeared, they shook their heads, "Ten quasi-saints, one saint, if you want to fight against my god clan saints, you are far from qualified!" ”

It was the throwing knife saint who had just made the move.

He is one of the ten saints of the Protoss: Tartarus.

The creator of the hellish underworld, the body of the abyss, the dark rules of death, is his pinnacle power, and the soul, in front of him, has no power to resist!

Airplanes!

At the moment when his voice landed.

Qinglian Continent.

Shrouded in colorful glow, a terrifying aura appeared.

The river of fate is stagnant, and there, a monkey in a colorful battle robe, holding a golden stick, steps into the sky!

At the same time!

Heaven and earth are changing...

Gray, enveloping the whole world......

Everything seemed to be forbidden, the heavens and the earth were colorless, and time was receding......

There, a man in white, with a cold face, stepped on the space, and came in style!

It's in an instant again!

The sound of dragon groans spread throughout the sky!

The blue light in the sky dispelled the entire oppressive world, and the blue light turned into cyan dragons.

The dragon roared, the banana stirred the whole world, and the rules were retreating and not daring to approach!

There, a girl in green clothes stepped on the green dragon, her eyes were calm, stubborn, and came out of the sky!

"One saint, two false saints!"

Tartarus' eyes lit up.

False saints!

It was an existence that had already stepped on the position of a saint.

The difference with the saints is only that the former has placed the spirit in the river of fate, but the other is in the world!

Combat power is equal!

But, if one wants to kill, just destroy the whole world!

One, but to destroy the entire river of destiny.

The latter is difficult to kill......

"It seems that Lao Sun is not too late!"

The monkey stood beside Wei Zifu, looking at everyone and grinning.

He has become a saint!

But even so, he has great respect for Wei Zifu, not for anything else, because, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't be where he is now!

"It's not too late, it's just in time!"

Wei Zifu smiled slightly.

However, when he looked at the green scales and the sky, he sighed slightly......

"Thank you!"

As soon as the pseudo-saint is completed, it is equivalent to merging this world with oneself!

They have forced themselves to the point where there is no way out!

Tian Leng snorted and didn't speak!

He's still proud!

Even in the face of Wei Ziqing, the same is true!

Qing Liang smiled slightly: "Master! ”

Master, is the best explanation!

The name says it all!

She is his disciple!

What he did was just a statement that a disciple should have, and there was nothing to thank!

It's this moment again......

An extreme coldness enveloped the whole world......

Ice, emerging from the sky.

It obscures the sky and freezes time and space......

The entire continent was frozen under this cold ice......

Rain......

Fall!

Everyone turned around and looked, and a smile appeared on the corner of their mouths!

Among the people of the Protoss, Tartarus's brows furrowed slightly: "Another false saint?" ”

I saw it in the rain.

An icy woman, riding a snow wolf through the sky, stepped on the sky!

Who is it not Estes!

And with him by his side, there is another quasi-saint: Daode Tianzun!

At this moment, the Qinglian Continent, an army of millions, two great saints, three pseudo-saints, and more than ten quasi-saints gathered on the earth!

They looked at the 100,000 army of the Protoss!

Standoff!

This kind of huge heritage, even if it is a god race, I didn't expect it!

In just a few years, the Qinglian Continent has become the central world of the Ninth Universe!

However......

The leading saint of the Protoss army just glanced at it lightly and said the first sentence: "It's not enough!" You guys aren't qualified enough! ”

(End of chapter)