Of course, the time of thirty breaths is enough to determine the outcome of a big battle, but the five-color carved feather fan is not a random way to brush down the cultivation of others.

Now that this high-quality Second Tribulation Supreme Weapon is fully urged by the Qingtian Supreme, it can roughly brush the Shengang Supreme at the peak of the Second Tribulation to a large realm, and as for the Supreme of the Higher Divine Soul Cultivation, the light of the black water will be difficult to shake the other party.

After all, each major level of the Shengang Realm was very different, and the cultivation of a supreme who was able to brush down a great realm higher than himself was enough to terrify the vast majority of the low-level supremes of the Holy Court.

The Qingtian Supreme turned his body, and his cold gaze swept towards the strong men of the Nagara clan, and the more than ten figures staggered when they landed, falling into the desert under the pressure of the Supreme, all of them like gold paper.

"Pu Dongliu, the Daojun of the Nagara Clan, you are a good calculator, and you dare to instigate the extraterritorial Scattered Cultivation Supreme to take action against the high-level of my Qingxia Ancient Sect while this seat has not arrived. Say, how do you want to die!"

The Blue Sky Supreme didn't open his mouth, and when he opened his mouth, he almost didn't scare these Nagara masters to death.

In one word, he decided the life and death of several Dao Monarchs and more than ten Kaiyang Great True Persons, and the domineering side leakage of the Qingtian Supreme made the resentment in the hearts of a group of monks of the Qingxia Ancient Sect confided.

"Qingtian King, don't go too far, we are the guards under the command of Nagara Tianzun King..."

"Presumptuous, dare to be disrespectful to the Supreme, slap your mouth!"

The corners of Qingtian Supreme's mouth twitched, and his slender lips outlined a trace of arc, and he was waiting for the other party's words.

With the way of the other and the return of the other, Pu Dongliu instigated the two Dao monarch giants who robbed King Luo to deal with Qingxia on the grounds of disrespect for the Supreme, and he is now punishing the other party for the same reason.

A gang wind blew, and only the sound of broken bones could be heard under the gray starry sky, and the Nagaro clan great real person who opened his mouth was directly swept out thousands of zhang by the gang qi, and plunged into the blazing desert.

There was a loud bang, and the aura of the great real monk suddenly withered, although he was not dead, he was afraid that he would have more qi and less qi entering.

"It's the younger generation who is clumsy and offends His Majesty the Blue Sky King. Dare to ask Your Majesty how she will forgive us?"

Pu Dongliu's steel teeth were almost crushed, but he also knew that the situation was stronger than people.

The Qingtian Supreme dared to rob the King of Luo to fight that virtue, and it was not easy to toss these Dao Monarch cultivators, this matter was a rampant incident for them, and the Immortal Holy Court was afraid that it would not be able to get any benefits.

This guy is also a person who can bend and stretch, and he half-knelt to plead guilty, hoping that the Qingtian King can expose this matter.

He had a heavy responsibility and must not be delayed, otherwise, once the great affairs of Taizu were ruined, their results would not be much better than the lower eighteen layers of hell.

Hearing this, the Qingtian Supreme snorted lightly, and directly threw out a magic weapon long knife with his backhand.

"If you don't respect the decree of the Holy Court, you will enter the Sandstorm Black Sea without permission, you will persecute the Qingxia Daojun, and you will be punished for the three crimes, and you will all cut off one of your arms and roll out of the Sandstorm Black Sea directly, and you must not take a single step!"

What the?

Pu Dongliu raised his head suddenly, and looked at the flickering eyes of the Qingtian Supreme, as if he had been struck by lightning, and with a muffled snort, he was directly shocked by Xuanguang and flew out dozens of feet.

"Why, what do you disagree with the deity's ruling?"

The Blue Sky Supreme fell from the sky, and his plain white palm gently patted the robe on his knees, as if to dust off the non-existent dust.

Reluctantly crawled out of the sea of sand, Pu Dongliu was bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he didn't dare to wipe it.

"The younger generation doesn't dare, we can cut off one of our arms, and I just ask the Qingtian Supreme not to expel us. King Nagara Tianzun has a fate, for the stability of the frontier wasteland, we must go into the depths of the sandstorm Black Sea and obtain something to suppress the Death Styx. ”

Seeing that Pudongliu had been so miserable, the remaining Nagara monks knelt on the ground one by one like lost dogs, begging for mercy in a low voice.

There was a hint of clarity in the eyes of the Blue Sky Supreme, as he thought, the old thing of the Nagara Heavenly Venerable King sent a group of strong men to the Sandstorm Black Sea from hundreds of millions of miles away, obviously knowing what was going on in the depths.

"Honestly tell me the purpose of your entry into the Sandstorm Black Sea, otherwise this seat will slaughter that guy. Without the support of the powerhouses of the Supreme Eternal Level, even if you go deep into it, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape the siege and killing of those desolate beasts, right?"

The Blue Sky Supreme pointed one hand at the King of Tribulation who staggered up, and when he arrived, the face of the Scattered Cultivation Supreme turned black, and a look of palpitation and shame appeared on his old face.

When Pu Dongliu heard this, his face changed, this plan could not be revealed easily, once the news spread, I was afraid that the top forces in the ten thousand realms would be moved.

At that time, Taizu, who spent a huge price to get this news, was afraid that they would have their minds cut off alive.

However, if he didn't say it now, Taizu wouldn't be able to complete the death order he got from that thing, and if he returned to the clan land, he would only be afraid that the outcome would be even more miserable.

"Say, the junior informs the Qingtian King, but please keep it a secret for the time being. ”

The Blue Sky Supreme snorted noncommittally, if there was really any great opportunity, he would naturally not inform the monks of other forces at will.

Seeing this, Pu Dongliu didn't dare to ask for anything, and immediately told the news that few people knew.

After a hundred breaths, Qingtian Supreme's eyes narrowed into a slit, and a trace of consternation really appeared in his cyan pupils.

"It is rumored that there is a battlefield of immortals in the Middle Ages in the deepest part of the Twelve Jedi of the Border Wilderness, which is known as the place of sacred burial. ”

At the end of the Middle Ages, the fairy world was also in chaos, and the immortals fought each other, causing the heavens and the earth to fall apart, and thousands of stars turned into dust.

It's just that at the end of the Middle Ages, there was a period of historical disappearance for about 10,000 years, and everything about the immortals seemed to be erased from the world by the Heavenly Dao, and after 10,000 years, there were 12 more Jedi in the border wilderness.

The Blue Sky Supreme Knowledge Sea rolled, thinking about the authenticity of Pu Dongliu's words.

After all, if there is really an open battlefield of immortals in the sandstorm black sea, it is definitely a great opportunity, and any thing left by an immortal is enough to be worth thousands of years of penance.

Click!

Just when the Qingtian Supreme was pondering, he saw Pu Dongliu gritting his teeth and slamming his left arm away, and the powerful palm force beat the bones of his left arm to the ground.

Seeing this, Qingtian Supreme raised his eyebrows slightly, and then relaxed: "That's it, get out, you can do it yourself." ”

With a wave of his hand, a group of monks of the Nagara tribe directly carried the king of robbery to the sandstorm black sea like a lost dog, and they didn't even dare to turn back.

After a moment, the Tibetan Sword Dao King's complexion regained a few shades, and he bowed to the Qingtian King:

"Uncle Shi, if you let them leave like this, with the heart of these white-eyed wolves, they will definitely take revenge. ”

"Pu Dongliu is narrow-minded, and his methods are vicious and ruthless, but we are not afraid, but I am afraid that he will target my Qingxia disciples. ”

The Flowing Fire Dao Monarch put away the Fire Raven Banner and looked at the place where the Nagara monk had left, and there was a murderous flash in his eyes.

(End of chapter)