The Spirit Devouring God Emperor is gone, and we should leave too.

Shui Xuanjing had already solemnly put away the soup she had been distributed, and was ready to refine it little by little after returning to the sect.

Yes, I think I'll stop here for this party. Chang Huatian also spoke.

I agree with that and we'll see you next time. Pei Ze said.

They don't have any intention of reuniting now.

Seeing this, several other people did not object.

Immediately, after a group of people left the territory of the Xuanjiao clan, they all parted ways and left.

Yunchen walked alone in the direction of the Tianyin Sect.

However, halfway through, infinite blood light seeped out from the void, filling the heavens and the earth, pulling the clouds and dust into a world of blood light.

Yunchen's figure froze, and a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Leng Ping, I don't know what is your purpose in suddenly intercepting me halfway? Yunchen looked at the endless blood surging around him, and naturally understood who was coming.

What is the purpose?

Leng Ping's figure appeared in the boundless blood, with a mocking sneer on his face: You have cultivated such a powerful body, if I can suck your essence blood away, I will definitely be able to take my Phaseless Blood God Body to a higher level. And you just drank the big tonic soup, and there should still be a strong tonic in the essence and blood, how can I let it go.

Yunchen's eyes narrowed, and his tone became deeper: You are not funny with this joke.

Do you think I will have that idleness and come here to joke with you? Leng Ping sneered, shook his head and said: Yunchen, this is also your own way of death, if you promised to give me half of the soup you received before, I may be gracious and spare you a dog's life. But now, it's too late! I'll give you a chance to kill yourself.

When Yunchen heard this, he suddenly laughed out loud: Leng Ping, I really don't know where you got the courage to dare to say such things in front of me. I will also give you a chance, now kneel down immediately, kowtow to me to make amends, I will look at the face of the Blood God Cave, and leave you a whole corpse.

Well?

Leng Ping's eyes suddenly became extremely cold: I don't know what is dead or alive! When death is on the verge of death, you are still taking advantage of your tongue in front of me! Do you really think that if you cultivate your physical body a little stronger, you will be able to save your life in front of me? Well, I will let you see my methods today! I will melt and refine your physical body alive!

Rumble!

As he spoke, Leng Ping stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

A blood-colored battle banner rushed out of his body, exuding boundless ferocity.

This is a weapon refined from imperial materials.

Leng Ping grabbed the flagpole and shook it violently, and the flag unfolded, covering the sky at once, and all the blood light around him, as well as the clouds and dust, were all involved.

Yunchen only felt that the blood flashed in front of him, as if he had been swept into a blood-colored furnace.

Waves of evil power continued to wash over him, as if they wanted to refine his whole person.

Yunchen, your cultivation is not as powerful as mine, and it is impossible to break through the seal of my Heavenly Blood Purgatory Flag. No matter how strong your physical body is, it's useless, you can only be trapped inside, and I will wear out your essence little by little. Leng Ping sneered on his face.

But he just finished speaking.

He felt the Heavenly Blood Purgatory Banner in his hand trembling sharply, faintly uncontrollable, as if there was a peerless fierce beast from the age of gods and demons inside, colliding.

Leng Ping was taken aback, and hurriedly wanted to further suppress the blood-colored battle flag.

But at this moment, on the surface of the blood-colored battle flag, the blood light exploded.

Yunchen's figure rushed out from inside.

If you want to use this simple means to refine me? Leng Ping, you must be underestimating me too much. What other means, you can use them all, I'll see.

Yun Chen's divine power flowed all over his body, and that power fluctuation spread, washing away all the blood light around him.

As soon as Leng Ping felt the fluctuation of power, his face also changed wildly.

It's impossible! How can your cultivation divine power be stronger than mine! Leng Ping was completely unbelievable.

Although he knew that Yunchen's strength had become stronger after absorbing and refining that soup, he didn't take it to heart.

Because he knows very well that the realm of the peak Divine Monarch has already reached the limit of the path of the Divine Monarch, as long as he fails to break through to the quasi-emperor, no matter how much he can improve his strength, it is extremely limited.

Most of the effects of those soups should be transformed into a kind of heritage, and they have to wait until they are promoted to the quasi-emperor, and then explode in one fell swoop!

However, he didn't know that he had guessed the wrong true realm of Yunchen's previous life.

After taking and refining those soups, Yunchen used all the medicinal power to break through the realm.

The growth of cultivation for divine power can be described as earth-shaking.

Now, in terms of divine power, Yunchen has fully passed the Shui Xuanjing and coldened these geniuses.

Nothing is impossible, Leng Ping, in the realm of the Divine Monarch, you are far from being invincible in the world, there are people who are stronger than you, what is so strange. Yunchen sneered.

Look for death!

Leng Ping's eyes were condensed.

Swish!

He shook the blood-colored battle flag in his hand, and the flag was rolled together against the flagpole.

In his hand, the battle flag seemed to have turned into a spear, but it was much larger than an ordinary spear.

Leng Ping's body moved, turned into a blood shadow, and in a flash, he had already appeared in front of Yunchen.

At the tip of the Heavenly Blood Purgatory Banner in his hand, a spear tip twisted like a snake appeared, piercing Yunchen's eyebrows.

This shot contains his belief that Yunchen will be killed, and the power is boundless.

Where the tip of the flag pierced, the void continued to explode, piercing through the spatial black holes like concentric circles.

The power of this gun, combined with the edge of the emperor's weapon material, is enough to damage the quasi-emperor's magic body.

Leng Ping was confident that if Yunchen dared to resist with his physical body, he would definitely stab a blood hole in the other party's body.

In the face of such a shot, Yunchen's expression was flat, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Just as the tip of the flag was about to stab him—

He finally moved, reaching forward and pointing.

At the same time, the Divine Monarch Dao Seal in his body worked, evolving into a supreme and mysterious avenue.

A massive amount of divine power exploded, like a mountain torrent and a tide!

His seemingly random finger was unprecedentedly powerful.

The tips of those slender fingers had an incomparable sharp momentum, and even this kind of sharp momentum had to pass the cold to urge the evolution of the Heavenly Blood Purgatory Banner.

More importantly, at the same time as he pointed out, seven colors of divine light appeared in his body, condensing the phantom of seven emperors.

The seven phantoms are respectively circulating the way of the five elements of yin and yang, and the seven ultimate avenues of charm.

These seven emperor phantoms coincided with Yunchen's body, and they also pointed out with Yunchen's movements.

Bang!

Under this finger, the space shook dramatically, and the nearby world seemed to be under this finger, and began to overturn, and the space was like a cracked mirror, shattered piece by piece.

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