"Spread the decree of the Heavenly Machine, from now on, all the things of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion will be transferred to the Shaotian Machine Zhuge Qingming. Everything that the young pavilion master does outside is acting on behalf of the Tianji Pavilion. ”

Jiang Qianyuan's voice was slow but powerful, and when his words fell, a sharp aura shot out from his Heavenly Spirit Cover, covering the sky.

As if in response to the news of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, at the station of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a blood-colored light flashed, and everyone in Zhongzhou clearly saw that in the dark night, there were dozens of glittering blood characters.

"Spread the will of the Demon Lord, from now on, the Demon Emperor will take over the Heavenly Demon Sect and fight the world!"

The blood flashed, and everyone's hearts were even more surging, looking at the two people in the field in a complicated way.

However, to the great disappointment of everyone, the blood disappeared, the golden light shone brightly, like the heavens and the Buddha chanting, and the sound shook the nine heavens and ten earths.

"The son of the Buddha, Dongfang Saitama, enters the land of the Buddha, walks the world, and saves the world!"

At this moment, the crowd completely exploded, they looked at the golden unicorn in disbelief, in its sadness, a young monk, no joy or sorrow, hands folded, a voice of Amitabha Buddha, like ripples spreading, people who heard it, their minds became quiet.

"Hahaha, okay! Now that the ancient battlefield has not yet opened, all the major forces have already chosen their successors, and there are still contenders. That being the case, we'd love to hear from you. In the crowd, a wild laugh came, and a young man with a ghostly aura lined up and walked out.

In the eyes of everyone, it was as if there was no entity at this time, rippling and floating in the air, the moonlight was sprinkled, and there was no shadow.

The scarlet eyes, revealing evil intentions, are like a demon that chooses people to devour, and everywhere they pass, everyone feels that the heavenly spirit cover has been touched by death.

"Hidden Ghost Hand An Geng! He's a Hidden Ghost Hand! Everyone hurry up and retreat. There was an uproar in the crowd, and everyone retreated.

"Hehe, Qingming, this guy, I'll leave it to you. Now that we're out, let's have a good fight. Di Tian said excitedly.

"Hehe, little character! I'm more concerned about that old horseman!" Zhuge Qingming laughed strangely, his mouth was on Qiu Ji, and his eyes were full of war.

"Arrogant junior!" Qiu Ji's face was dark, looking at the group of teenagers in front of him, they didn't even put themselves in their eyes.

What's even more annoying is that Qiu Ji feels in his heart that if these people make a move, even he will feel that his life is in danger.

"Junior, you invaded my Colosseum and destroyed my foundation, do you want to use other people's power to oppress me?

"A fair fight?" Ji Fengtian rolled his eyes and said loudly: "First of all, you are an old gang who should be in the ground, not to mention that your cultivation has only reached the peak of the seventh order, and you still have to take these things and ask me, a young man in his twenties, to fight fairly with you." The face of your Beast Control Sect has made you lose all of it today, right?"

Ji Fengtian looked at Qiu Su mockingly, he knew that Qiu Ji was agitating the general, but with his strength skyrocketing, he really wanted to try his current cultivation, and while despising Qiu Ji, he walked out of the crowd.

"Boss!"

Ji Fengtian waved his hand, and everyone was silent, looking at Ji Fengtian with dead eyes, waiting for his order.

"Today, everyone has come to this Apocalypse City, which is a fate. The Ancient Battlefield is about to start, why don't you all fight it and enter it again?" Ji Fengtian's gaze swept across the audience and looked at some young cultivators defiantly.

The young people who are not enthusiastic, under the agitation of Ji Fengtian, they actually roared and squeezed out.

"Since you're looking for death, let me see what qualifications you have to walk ahead of us, the seventh order you've just advanced. The hidden ghost hand monster laughed, and its body was like a light smoke, and it dissipated in place.

The next moment, in front of Ji Fengtian, An Geng's strange laughter sounded, and a pitch-black claw was grabbed in the air.

Ji Fengtian sneered: "You are not my opponent, get out!"

With his right hand clenched into a fist, under the gaze of everyone, Ji Fengtian punched out a flat punch, directly hitting An Geng's chest.

Looking at Ji Fengtian mockingly, An Geng said: "Boy, I am a ghost cultivator, and I have no entity, don't you know?"

As he spoke, An Geng moved forward quickly, completely ignoring Ji Fengtian's fist and grabbing it in the air.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came, and under the surprised gaze of everyone, An Geng's body was like a substance, and he was punched away.

The moment it fell to the ground, a burst of smoke spread, and An Geng's hideous face appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"One, one punch injured An Geng, who had no entity, although he was a seventh-order cultivator, but how strong was this. The crowd stammered.

Ji Fengtian didn't go to see An Geng, in his eyes, An Geng was just a chess piece pushed out by some people with a heart, and it was time for him to quit after he had been bouncing for so long.

Sure enough, after An Geng landed, someone rushed up and punched and kicked An Geng, but An Geng had no power to fight back.

"Hehe, you chess piece, it's really useless! If you want to launch it to test our strength, it's not enough for you!" said with a strange smile.

"Ahh

Glancing at Ji Fengtian resentfully, An Geng didn't dare to continue to stay, nor did he dare to fight with others, today's battle can be described as a shame to be thrown into his grandmother's house.

"Old guy, come to fight!" Ji Fengtian hooked his fingers and motioned for Qiu Ji to attack.

Zhuge Qingming glanced at Ji Fengtian deeply, exchanged glances with Di Tian, and dispersed, looking for their respective opponents.

For this battle, everyone knows that it is impossible to resist, and the people who participate in the battle are only the younger generation, whether it is an ordinary casual cultivator, or the children of major families, and even some children of hidden families, they have also appeared and joined the battle group.

Qiu Ji looked at Ji Fengtian in front of him, and his heart was furious. The clamor just now had already made him lose his courage.

On the side of the Aoki League, a cultivator came out and patted Qiu Ji on the shoulder, making a look.

Nodding understandingly, Qiu Yu pointed at Ji Fengtian and said, "Junior, come up and die!"

Ji Fengtian did not hesitate, and flew down, like a big peng with wings, and pounced on Qiu Ji.

Qiu Ji was also unambiguous, and the light behind him flashed, and a black giant Jiao appeared, the turquoise light in his eyes flickered, exuding an evil luster.

Ji Fengtian's paws stepped down violently, like a black giant claw, fiercely grabbing the dragon's head.

Jiaolong roared, his eyebrows flashed, and a blood-red bead suddenly appeared, and a red horse shot out of it, sweeping away the Dapeng.