Dream heard this familiar and unfamiliar voice, and suddenly turned around.

When her pupils recovered, she had already seen through the camouflage on Qi Ming's face, and when she saw Qi Ming's somewhat unfamiliar face at this moment, her expression was still slightly stunned.

In her heart, it was a little difficult to merge Qi Ming with the figure she once knew.

In fact, even if she has Meng Kexin's memory, she is not all Meng Kexin. And the Ye Yiming he knows may only be a part of Qi Ming......

Qi Ming glanced at the dream with a complicated look, then walked up to Ye Fu, and said with a smile: "Master, I can finally help you once!"

"Hehe, Ye Fu, this is the trump card in your eyes, right?" Xie Yao glanced at Qi Ming with interest, and said to Ye Fu with a faint sneer.

"Hmph, the juniors of the Nine Transformations Realm dare to speak out here!" The Ninth Ancestor snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped it at Qi Ming!

"You go quickly!" Ye Fu hurriedly said to Qi Ming, ready to help him block this palm.

Rumble!

A powerful momentum emanated from Qi Ming's body, and his cultivation instantly broke through to the Holy Xuan Realm.

The palm slapped by the Ninth Ancestor was dispersed by this powerful momentum!

The moment he broke through, the entire sky was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, and the originally clear sky was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Qi Ming used the ability of his right eye to send the dream into the formation below, and said to Ye Fu: "Master, you should also go down!

"I'm looking forward to the colorful ones. Ye Fu chuckled lightly and retreated to the formation below with a few Supreme Elders.

"Xiao Ming!" Luo Caiyu, who was standing in the formation below, looked up at the figure in the sky, and shouted with surprise, his eyes were bright.

"Little brother, you have broken through the Holy Xuan Realm, it's amazing!" Xue'er muttered to herself.

She had tried to break through to the Saint Xuan Realm since the outbreak of the war, but she had failed.

Ye Yiran, who was standing beside Xue'er, felt a little bitter, he felt that he had also worked hard to cultivate, but he never thought that the gap was so big!

In fact, at Ye Yiran's age, the Holy Child Realm Six turns to look at the entire continent is a super celestial pride.

Qi Ming can have such strength because his physique can absorb the thunder tribulation of the Holy Child Realm, plus some unique opportunities, so he has become a freak, which cannot be compared.

Yunyan and Zheng Jingjing also looked up at Qi Ming in the formation, happy and a little nervous, hoping that Qi Ming would annihilate the place in the future, but they were worried that Qi Ming was in danger, after all, the master was a little weak.

Bang!

There was an explosion in the sky, and an arc of thunder pierced the sky, illuminating a corner of the dark sky.

This first arc of thunder brought together five colors of color!

There is no one strong person who can break through to the Holy Xuan Realm, and those who can reach this point are all dragons and phoenixes among people, but even so, it will lead to the four-colored or multi-colored thunder tribulation.

As for the Six Colored Thunder Tribulations that Ye Fu had led down at the beginning, there had never been one in the Six Realms Continent for ten thousand years.

And the first thunder tribulation that Ye Fu led down back then was only four colors, and the first thunder of Qi Ming was five colors, which shows that he has the possibility of leading down the legendary seventh color thunder!

"Kill him!" Evil Yao commanded coldly to the Ninth Ancestor.

He asserts his identity and is reluctant to take matters into his own hands.

The Ninth Ancestor took a step forward, and the void was shattered with a banging footstep, and his handprint changed, and a storm full of the power of the law appeared out of thin air, rolling away towards Qi Ming.

The figure of the thunder spirit standing on the side suddenly appeared in front of Qi Ming, and a punch containing cyan 'color' thunder light blasted out, smashing the terrifying storm!

At the same time, Qi Ming's hands were in the air a little, and a five-colored' pillar of light fell from the sky, rushing towards the Ninth Ancestor.

"Hmph!" the Tenth Ancestor of the Western Realm snorted coldly, and slapped out his right hand violently.

A huge palm nearly ten thousand feet appeared in the sky and slammed towards the huge pillar of light.

Rumble!

That multicolored thunder was scattered with a slap!

This is the strength of the powerhouse of the Holy Xuan Realm!

Countless colored thunder arcs mixed with the power of the law swept away in all directions, falling on the surrounding ground and exploding.

The roar was endless, and the radius of thousands of kilometers became a waste on the side, and the vitality was annihilated!

The Tenth Ancestor of the Western Realm snorted coldly again, and at the same time as the Ninth Ancestor, he shot at Lei Ling and Qi Ming.

The Ninth Ancestor was weaker than the Tenth Ancestor, and he had a broken arm, and his strength was greatly reduced, so he shot at Qi Ming, who had just broken through, and the Tenth Ancestor fought with Lei Ling.

The other Western Realm Ancestors stood aside calmly with their faces, and they didn't mean to 'meddle'.

Bang!

With a violent explosion, a flash of colored light appeared in the dark clouds in the sky again, this time there were six 'colors' of colored light!

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue!

The thunder light formed by the fusion of six colors is the second thunder caused by Qi Ming!

The Ninth Ancestor is the weakest Ancestor in the Western Realm, when he broke through, he only led to the four 'colors' of thunder tribulation, and with his strength at the moment, he couldn't stop these six 'colors' of color thunder at all.

So after seeing these six 'colors' of thunder tribulation, he shot even faster, and suppressed Qi Ming with all his palm!

Under this palm, the power of the law of black 'color' flashed out, and he 'wanted' to kill Qi Ming with this palm!

The Nine Thunder Techniques on Qi Ming's body burst out, and the colorful 'color' light spread out, slamming into this palm!

Boom!

That palm full of law power was smashed away, and Qi Ming's body was also slapped thousands of feet away!

Dream stood beside Ye Fu, looked up at the figure that was slapped away in the sky, slightly nervous, and asked, "Is he okay?"

Ye Fu said confidently: "It's okay, and he will definitely be able to lead down the seven 'colored' colored thunder that I didn't even lead back then!"

Although Qi Ming was slapped away, he was not injured, and at this time, the sixth 'color' colored thunder in the sky had already fallen, and Qi Ming once again bent his fingers to the ninth ancestor.

The six-colored thunder pierced the sky, instantly submerging the Ninth Ancestor!

Hum!

Two light snorts came out, this was the voice of the Eighth Ancestor of the Western Realm and the Ancestor of Confidence.

They both shot at the same time!

The Eighth Ancestor stretched out a hand, grabbed it forward, and shook it gently.

A fist with seventy or eighty thousand palms was formed around the six 'colored' colored thunder, pinching the six 'colored' colored thunder in the palm of his hand, and the two forces collided violently!

Boom Boom!

The dull sound of bombardment continued for a moment, and the fist that covered the sky and the sun was the first to burst open.

The originally extremely thick six-color thunder light was also reduced by half!

The body of the Ninth Ancestor who was struck by the six 'colors' of thunder was annihilated, and the Holy Child was annihilated, leaving only a remnant soul to flee backwards, and turned into Cao Sheng's body with lightning speed.

The Eighth Ancestor snorted, took a step back, spit out a mouthful of blood, and muttered to himself, "It's really worthy of the six-color color thunder!"

At the moment when the fist collapsed, the Seventh Ancestor took a step forward, and this foot spanned hundreds of zhang and appeared next to the six-colored thunder tribulation.

He also stretched out a hand and grabbed this six-color thunder tribulation!

The Seventh Ancestor let out a loud shout, and the hand holding the six-color thunder tribulation suddenly raised, and the six-colored-thunder tribulation that had originally descended was actually raised by him!

The Seventh Ancestor stood in the air, raising his right hand with a thunder arc nearly tens of thousands of zhang long and a cross-sectional diameter of one kilometer!

It's like an ant holding a three-zhang long sword, such a scene is shocking!

"Since it's your calamity, I'll give it back to you!"

The Seventh Ancestor raised the six-color thunder tribulation, as if holding a peerless sword of color, and slashed at Qi Ming!

The colorful 'colored' thunder that was waved shattered the space and smashed on Qi Ming's body!

In the next moment, the six-colored thunder light crossed Qi Ming's body and smashed into the ground in the distance!

Bang!

The earth trembled suddenly, and a huge ravine hundreds of thousands of zhang long and tens of thousands of zhang deep appeared on the ground in the distance!

It's like a divine punishment from heaven!

"Brother Ming!" Luo Caiyu shouted, tears rushing down!

Xue'er's hands were clenched into fists, and she looked nervous.

The disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect who were standing in the formation saw that there was no longer a figure where Qi Ming was standing, and they all lost their souls.

With the Third Ancestor of the Western Realm participating in this war, none of them saw any hope, and Ye Fu's defeat had dashed their only hope.

Qi Ming's appearance at this time brought them a glimmer of hope, although this glimmer of hope was so slim.

Is this a slim hope?

Dream's body trembled slightly, and his face became even paler.

Ye Fu gently took her hand, giving her some strength, and he looked up and turned his gaze to the huge ravine.

"The Seventh Ancestor is mighty!"

"Ancestor's talent!

"The ancestor holds the six-colored thunder tribulation in his hand, and the so-called geniuses are all wiped out!"

......

The cultivators of the Western Realm cheered one after another, and they were all deeply impressed by the momentum of the Seventh Ancestor!

A line of blood appeared on the right hand of the Seventh Ancestor of the Western Realm, and blood beads were dripping down, and it was not as easy for him to control that six-colored' thunder tribulation as he seemed so strongly!

He looked up at the sky, which was still covered in dark clouds, and then shifted his gaze to the huge ravine.

There, he saw the undissipated thunder that surrounded a figure.

That figure is Qi Ming!

Bang!

The dark clouds seemed to boil, and they all rolled up, and a storm filled the world, blowing everyone's clothes and hunting.

An amazing purple will slowly emerge in this dark sky!

Even a few ancestors in the Western Realm saw this purple intent, and their eyes became solemn.

The disciple in the immortal sword standing in the formation seemed to realize something when he saw the brilliant purple intent of torture, and then burst out into extremely violent cheers!

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