The four swords of Zhu Xian, Poke Immortal, Trap Immortal, and Absolute Immortal have their own magic, and poking the immortal represents 'death'.

Death of death!

And from ancient times to the present, among the countless guilds that have passed, there has never been a single immortal who can survive under the sword of the poke immortal!

The second killer under the Heavenly Dao never wastes its fame!

And the number one is the Zhuxian Sword Diagram!

Therefore, although the sword shadow did not penetrate the body, Erlang Zhenjun's heart was already shrouded in the feeling of death.

He has grown up from a mortal boy to the present, rising from the ordinary, and has experienced countless big and small battles, so it can be said that death is always with him.

But there has never been a time when Erlang Zhenjun would be so frightened as he was at this moment.

That strong sense of death made him lose all thoughts in an instant!

Unable to help but slow down the speed at which he wielded the three-pointed two-edged halberd, his eyes were already filled with horror and horror.

And at this time,

The shadow of the first sword,

Finally came to his chest.

Time seemed to slow down at this time, and Erlang Zhenjun could slowly lower his head and look at his chest blankly.

In his eyes, the shadow of the sword was getting closer and closer to his chest, getting closer and closer......

The feeling of death is gradually getting stronger!

Below

After Li Qing saw that the 'Red Cloud Ancestor' had disappeared in the boundless sword shadow, the feeling of grievance in his heart also slowly dissipated with the ashes of the 'Red Cloud Ancestor'.

However, there was still a trace of regret in his heart.

It's just that from beginning to end, he didn't see who the original body of the 'Red Cloud Ancestor' was. Fortunately, from the faintly rotating black lotus, he already had some guesses in his heart.

But I'm not sure yet.

Li Qing couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart, Journey to the West was already dangerous enough, but when he finally gained a foothold, he found that there was another force!

And this force has the strength to subvert the Three Realms!

Although, in the eyes of those saints, this force is no different from a clown who jumps off the beam.

But in the era when the saints did not come out, they still occupied the Three Realms in the future!

After thinking of this, Li Qing set his eyes on Erlang Zhenjun in the sky, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

As early as the year of the gods, this Manifest Erlang Zhenjun did not kill many sectarians.

Although he has not been a member of the sect for a long time, he has no good impression of the Western religion and the people who interpret the sect.

Including the Yuan Shi Tianzun!

However, Li Qing also knew that he couldn't kill Erlang Zhenjun right now!

Because most of the people in the sect have not been on the god list!

After all these years, who knows how many quasi-saints have appeared between them?

He was sure that the moment he killed Erlang Zhenjun, he himself was not far from being wiped out.

Therefore, although he was unhappy in his heart, when he saw that the boundless poke immortal sword shadow was about to penetrate Erlang Zhenjun, he had to speak: "Cover the coffin!"

The moment the word 'coffin' came out of his mouth, the poke immortal sword shadow that had penetrated the goose-yellow fairy clothes on Erlang Zhenjun's body shattered with a 'click'!

Then I saw the boundless sword shadows of the follow-up poke immortals, all of which were shattered at this time.

In the Heavenly Venerable Hall in the majestic Nine Heavens, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun was already ready to make a move, but after seeing Li Qing withdraw his hand, he let go of the fingers he had pinched in his hand.

At the same time, the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker, and he muttered to himself.

"The original path is a verbose obstacle, but I don't want to, he actually has a bit of courage and a bit of interest!"

"If you send this Manifest Saint Erlang Zhenjun into reincarnation today, he will not only lose his previous achievements, but also be in danger of being scattered!"

"But ......"

"There's still a chance!"

"There's still a chance!!"

After saying that, he looked at the west, the smile on the corner of his mouth turned cold, and said, "Let's see how many Buddhas and arhats will die in your Western Sect when the strength of that demon Luo recovers to its peak in a thousand years!"

Saying this, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes didn't know where to look, and sneered: "And you, you all only have a thousand years of happiness, and God damns sometimes, when the letter is retribution, it is unpleasant!"

After speaking, he pierced his gaze through the heavenly court and landed on Li Qing again.

The sneer on the corner of his mouth also dissipated at this time, and a happy expression appeared on his face again.

Today, his disciple has brought him a great surprise.

The unhappiness in his heart for Li Qing also dissipated with the wind in this surprise!

Let's say that after the boundless poke immortal sword shadow dispersed, that Erlang Zhenjun was still stunned on the spot, and it seemed that he had not recovered from the feeling of death just now.

He was stunned at the moment, but Li Qing was not.

After he took a deep look at Erlang Zhenjun, he still didn't want to let him go, so he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Open the coffin!"

The words fell, and the world suddenly fell silent again!

Immediately after, the previous rumbling, like the sound of grinding discs, appeared again.

In the Tianzun Palace, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun suddenly glared at him, and said in surprise: "What else is this kid going to do?"

At the same time as he said this, Li Qing also snorted coldly with an expressionless face.

"The sea of blood is long!

When the word 'receive' fell as soon as it fell, I saw a waterfall-like sea of blood that was a hundred feet wide, flowing backwards from the bottom to the top and rushing up to the nine skies, and directly swept the Erlang Zhenjun who had not yet come back to his senses.

It was only at this time that Erlang Zhenjun came back to his senses.

But by this time, it was too late.

So, I saw that he couldn't help writhing and struggling, and with the return of the sea of blood to the coffin, he was suppressed by Li Qing in the Netherworld Blood Coffin.

After seeing Erlang Zhenjun being swept into the Netherworld Blood Coffin by the Sea of Blood, the gloom in Li Qing's heart dissipated a lot.

He let out a long sigh of relief, then turned and fell to the ground.

Then he walked a few steps to the Netherworld Blood Coffin that lay on the ground, and said, 'Cover the coffin!'

When the words fell, the heavy black coffin lid rumbled back back.

At the same time, Li Qing waved his hand violently, sending the Netherworld Blood Coffin back to the void. He took off into the air and flew towards Dongsheng Divine Continent.

Although there is a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles from Beiju Luzhou to Dongsheng Shenzhou, after Li Qing has shrunk the land into inches, this distance is only a matter of a few moments.

When he came to Dongsheng Shenzhou, he flew straight to the mouth of the Guan River, and suspended above the mouth of the Guan River, opening his mouth to burst out loud down.

"Listen to the three princesses of the West Sea, your husband Yang Jian has been taken down by this seat and soaked in the sea of blood, if you want to save him from it, you will exchange Huaguo Mountain not far from Baolai with this seat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he only heard the sound of 'Ao', and then he saw a hundred-zhang long green dragon breaking through the roof of the house below, rushing towards him in an instant, and an angry female voice sounded.

"Let go of my husband, spare your life!"

When the words fell, the green dragon had already used its long body to circle Li Qing in the center, and the hideous dragon head slowly hung down, looking at Li Qing with anger in his eyes.