The Battle of the Sages begins!

Naturally, the representative of the Dongfang family was the junior sage Zhan Can, and in the air at a height of 10,000 meters, there was already a thin old man sitting there, and it wasn't until Zhan Qi came that this person made a move.

After the old man stood up, Zhan Yan was surprised to find that the pants of the other party's left leg were moving with the wind, and the inside was empty.

The other party turned out to be a disabled person! Did that old man encounter an accident only after he became a saint?

As we all know, after becoming a saint, the next thing a practitioner needs to face is the spiritual body, and this process is a rare opportunity for a practitioner. While absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to cultivate, some dark injuries in the body will also be restored, and injuries like this missing arm and leg will gradually heal under the tempering of the aura of heaven and earth.

"Do you wonder why I am like this?"

An unfamiliar voice sounded in Zhan Can's heart, and in the air at a height of 10,000 meters, except for the old man opposite, Zhan Can't really think of who this voice came from. It's just that what makes him a little curious is, how did the old man know his inner thoughts, could it be that the other party's spiritual sense is so powerful?

"Could it be that even your tongue?" Zhan Qi frowned and said, although a saint in the hall, although it can't be said that every one of them is famous, but it is not like this, doesn't the Black Emperor Sect feel that it is disgraceful?

"There's nothing to fuss about, don't you think that's how you can see the real world?" From the old man's voice, Zhan Qi didn't hear any sadness, but felt that it should be so.

Regarding the inexplicable words with the old man, Zhan Qi obviously didn't want to discuss too much, a flame containing the breath of life had risen behind him, and he was ready to fight.

"Dongfang Family, Commander of the Demon Wolf Army, Zhan Qi! ”

A trace of scorching heat and a trace of life, these two diametrically opposed breaths came from the sky at the same time, causing the old man to exclaim, but unfortunately it had no eyes, it could only feel the breath, but it could not find the strange flame behind Zhan Qi.

"Holy Sect, incomplete old man!"

A breath of destruction suddenly emanated from the old man's body, forming two diametrically opposed forces with the breath of life exuded by Zhan Qi, which could not hold each other in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Although they were 10,000 meters apart, the coercion of the sages still enveloped all directions, and the cultivators below were all unstable due to their coercion. Chen Zixuan and the Scorpion General Sect Leader who were in the sky also noticed this scene, and the two of them waved their arms at the same time, and the spiritual sense of the high-level sage formed an excellent defense against the coercion that fell from the sky.

Although it was the Scorpion General Sect Leader and Chen Zixuan who formed the defense, in the minds of many people below, the only thing that protected them from the battle in the sky was that towering figure, and as for Chen Zixuan, who was also staying in mid-air, the ant-like figure had been automatically ignored by them.

Also as a high-level sage, Chen Zixuan had already discovered the emotional changes of many people below, that was because he took the white wolf back into the phantom wolf killing, without the deterrence of the white wolf, the huge figure of the scorpion would naturally have an advantage.

It was only now that Chen Zixuan realized the conspiracy of the Black Emperor Sect, and they must have an absolute advantage in this battle, and the real purpose of the Black Emperor Sect is probably not there. Judging from the performance of the Scorpion General Sect Master today, the Black Emperor Sect is completely drunk and does not mean to drink, and controlling the many cultivators below is probably their real goal.

Although there are most ordinary people on the Miller Continent, most of the power is in the hands of cultivators, and now the cultivators gathered near the Demon Wolf City also occupy at least one-third of the continent, controlling these people, coupled with the propaganda of the Black Emperor Towers everywhere, so that the Black Emperor Sect's control over the Miller Continent will be even stronger.

Chen Zixuan did have the ability to reduce the influence of the Scorpion General Sect Master on the cultivators below, but what was the use? Now that the Miller Continent was firmly under the control of the Black Emperor Sect, he was already powerless to return to the sky with just one high-level sage, so it was better to accumulate strength and prepare to deal with the next accident.

The two people in the air at a height of 10,000 meters have already sensed the impact of the battle below, so the height of the two has been raised to an altitude of 50,000 meters, and in the process of fighting, they are also deliberately controlling the direction of the impact, as much as possible to lead the damage caused to the two of them.

This battle was also the first battle after Zhan Qi became a sage, and after several battles, Chen Zixuan finally understood what the flame containing the breath of life was, it was the flame of nirvana that fire cultivators were most eager to master! Even in the Mujiao Continent, which is known as the paradise of cultivators, there are almost no people who have heard of a sage who can comprehend the flame of Nirvana, and there is such a saying in the Mujiao Continent, that is, those who can comprehend and control the flame of Nirvana must be able to comprehend the power of the realm.

Faintly, Chen Zixuan had a feeling that the continent they were on now definitely had an extraordinary history, and even thought of the origin of Tenglong Academy, maybe it was not impossible that there was something special about this Miller continent.

Compared to Zhan Chen's Nirvana Flame, the old man on the other side comprehended the same horror, the direction of his cultivation turned out to be the destruction of the dark system, and the destructive power generated by each attack made people feel terrifying.

"Happy, happy, it's been a long time since I've had such a hearty battle, take my move, the sky is broken!"

The incomplete old man waved his arms, and the power of the sage exploded, and each wave of his arms was like tearing the sky off, and one pit after another began to appear in the sky, as if there were holes above the nine heavens.

With his hands folded, the old man who had been crazy suddenly became kind, like a big Buddha, and the pits in the sky gradually became smaller under the traction of the breath of the imperfect old man, and one after another entered the body of the incomplete old man from the back.

At this moment, the momentum on the incomplete old man's body suddenly increased, and he suddenly became crazy with a kind face, and two pitch-black pits appeared in the empty pupils, and the meaning of destruction was fully revealed.

Zhan Qi naturally did not sit still, his index finger and middle finger were put together, tapping the flames around him, waving his two fingers in the air, and a huge flame lotus flower appeared in front of people.

"Heavenly Remnant Palm!"

A palm print containing the breath of destruction came from the sky, and the incomplete old man let out a maniacal laugh, as if he had changed a person.

"Referring to the pen, the lotus body!"

The moment the Heavenly Remnant Palm fell, Zhan Qi was already ready, and with a soft drink, the Flame Lotus began to close, wrapping his body firmly.

After the Heavenly Remnant Palm collided with the Flame Lotus, the light suddenly shone brightly, and the aura of destruction became even stronger, and the Flame Lotus was a little overwhelmed, and faintly began to shrink, and even withered petals had appeared.

Zhan Chen, who was in the middle of it, also frowned, he didn't expect that the power of the remnant palm would be so powerful this day, and a golden brush immediately appeared in his hand, yes, it was a brush.

Holding the pen in his right hand, the flame in his left hand, the golden brush taps the flame in his hand, and throws it towards the lotus in front of him, as if it has been injected with powerful vitality, although the lotus is still withering, but there will still be a steady stream of new petals growing from within.