The long roar of the Heavenly Realm of a heavy heaven was endless, as if the aftermath was lingering. The huge winged Jinpeng slammed into Moses' heavenly gate with a landslide and tsunami.

Looking at Moses Tian again, the volume of the nine-foot serial magic knife in his hand became several times larger to resist, and there was a sound of iron colliding, but this demon god immortal weapon was actually transformed by Xia Shiyi's Fang Tian painting halberd Jinpeng 'Shenwei II Style' rushed out of the crack!

The dignified fourth-class demon god immortal weapon nine-foot serial magic knife was finally shattered into three or five fragments by the golden mangshenwei that shook the heavens.

The eyes of the evil god of the Western Regions widened to the limit, and even the eyeballs were about to fall out.

In an instant, he used his hands to carry out the evil qi all over his body, put his hands together, and burst out a red black crescent arc, trying to block Xia Shiyi's divine might, but it was only in vain, and Jin Peng instantly broke through the Great Law of Moses' Talisman.

In the end, the wings of the golden peng penetrated his body, and Qin Yunfeng saw Moses from a distance and the celestial man turned on his back.

Rolling on the ground and screaming twice, then the evil god of the Western Regions seemed to get up from the white cloud ground with a calm expression, but immediately felt the Adam's apple rolling, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Fang Tian's halberd was turned back into Xia Shiyi's right hand, he inserted the halberd into the clouds, and after the battle, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and his face was as cold as ever.

After a long time, he couldn't hold back his uncomfortable face, his legs were weak, and his vitality was already greatly injured.

Fortunately, Xia Shiyi only used sixty percent of his divine power at that time, otherwise as his name suggests, he could really beat the evil gods of the Western Regions to the ground.

The innermost heavenly soldiers of the 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers took advantage of the situation to pick up their spears and suppress the evil gods of the Western Regions on the ground of the clouds, Xia Shiyi turned around and shot his gaze, waiting for the will of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Emperor.

Qin Yunfeng saw it in his eyes, but his gaze hesitated for a while, and then he asked softly to the green-clothed fairy standing aside: "Blue Bird, you are familiar with Xia Shiyi's moves, do you know what his origin is?

The Blue Bird Fairy bowed slightly: "Returning to the Immortal Emperor, all the immortals in the Health Palace were invited by the previous Immortal Emperor with immortal coins. Although I have worked with this Xia surnamed Tianjiang for a long time, I know that he grew up in the health hall since he was a child, and I have never heard of his specific origin. ”

No more questions, Qin Yunfeng just calmly said "um" on his watch. And his heart was already overturned, stunned.

"Immortal fight...... Much more exciting than on TV!"

If the existence of Dr. Fan, the god of literature and wealth, made Qin Yunfeng want to become richer, then the nameless general Xia Shiyi next to him inspired Qin Yunfeng to learn the divine power of dancing knives and guns.

"One day I can fight all over the world, how good it would be!" Qin Yunfeng was fascinated.

YY is indeed very cool, but the reality is cruel, Qin Yunfeng has only been in the Heavenly Realm to be an Immortal Emperor for a morning, and there are still a lot of things in front of him that he has no time to deal with, so he has no free time to see how his cultivation is. However, Qin Yunfeng was not worried about this.

To describe it in his heart at this time, even if he takes 10,000 steps back, he has no divine power, but we have money!!

If you have money, you're afraid of a ghost!

The power of the Heavenly Realm Health Hall and the First Heaven was all pinched in Qin Yunfeng's hands, and wouldn't it be more majestic to invite a few more gods like Xia Shiyi to act as thugs with dazzling immortal coins?

What's more, who has ever seen an Immortal Emperor slap someone with his own hands?

After YY, Qin Yunfeng smiled and beckoned, signaling the heavenly soldiers to press the evil god of the Western Regions forward.

At this time, the old immortal who had been looking down at the back of the white robe Xia Shiyi on the top of the clouds squinted his eyes and nodded with satisfaction, and muttered in his mouth: "The golden light sword is a magic arrow, and Fang Tian draws a halberd to determine the world, which is worthy of his style." ”

The white-clothed old body stood on the white clouds for a long time, not moving at all, as if the old immortal and the clouds were one. I only heard him recall with affection: "There was once a legendary white-robed general in the same dress in Datang, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd and carrying a double bow at his waist, invincible ......"

The white-robed general, who was famous back then, left classic legends such as three arrows to set the Tianshan Mountain, take off his hat and retreat from all enemies, and bravely collect Liaodong.

The old immortal vaguely remembered that in the second year of Yongchun during the Tang Dynasty, the famous man was promoted to the saint at the age of seventy, and his earthly merits were exchanged for 200,000 years of cultivation. However, after being ranked in the immortal class, he actually gave up the cultivation of the Taiyi Xuan Immortal Four Rank Realm, just to continue the luck of the entire Tang Dynasty for more than 200 years.

What's the pain?

In the end, the general only left 10,000 years of cultivation to reincarnate and cross the tribulation, and the remaining 10,000 years of cultivation and half of the Yuan Ying stayed in the heavenly realm.

Now, thousands of years later, who still remembers his prestige?

Perhaps for that general, it doesn't matter whether he is famous or unknown, what matters is that he has successfully seen the splendid mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty that he has defended for two hundred years in the Heavenly Realm.

200,000 years of superb cultivation in exchange for a short period of 200 years of beautiful scenery, whether it is worth it or not, only the white-robed general himself knows.

An old dream was revisited, a thought drifted away, and the last celestial duel came to an end, and the old immortal was able to step on the auspicious clouds and slowly drift towards the position of Qin Yunfeng.

The evil god of the Western Regions, who had just flaunted his might, knelt at the feet of the new Immortal Emperor at this moment.

"Moses, what do you have to say?" Qin Yunfeng lay on the gorgeous throne relaxedly, smiling rather than smiling, and he didn't know if he felt proud because of this.

"If you want to kill or chop, listen to it. Moses lifted up his head, and his anger was not extinguished.

"Oh?" Qin Yunfeng pretended to threaten, "If I really want to kill you, wouldn't it be just a matter of one sentence?"

"I owe a lot of debt to our health palace, and I am reluctant to kill it if I change it. The bluebird fairy, with her head down, pouted and muttered to herself on the side.

As the saying goes, one more enemy is better than one more friend, and Qin Yunfeng didn't plan to kill Moses Tian in the first place. Just as he couldn't find the bottom of the steps, the scene of the Blue Bird Fairy was heard and seen by Qin Yunfeng. He had an idea, and said with a smile: "Moses, for the sake of the blue bird fairy interceding for you, this immortal emperor is merciful and spares your life." ”

"Don't kill me?" Moses Tian's face was stunned, and he looked at the new Immortal Emperor blankly, and then at the fairy in green gauze.

The blue bird fairy, whose face was suddenly ruddy, frowned, and shouted: "I, I don't!"

Seeing her cute appearance in a hurry, Qin Yunfeng smiled evilly: "I said you have it, you have it." ”

"It's really the prime minister's belly that can support the boat, and the immortal emperor has a blue sky in his arms!"

When the Mixed Yuan Immortal Emperor was joking with his own little immortal, suddenly an ethereal voice sounded in the air.

Qin Yunfeng looked up and saw that there was an old immortal in the sky who was white all over his body and couldn't be white, flying through the clouds and mist, patting extremely loud sycophants.

"Who?"