The brilliant mottled giant hall, the crystal like jade immortal remains, and the graceful Sanskrit sound in the ears are so harsh in the eyes of the three thousand immortal Dao inheritance at this time, "They respect the immortals and ask for immortals, but the immortals deceive him!"

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Red dust obstacles, penance for three thousand years, what they are not asking for is to become peerless giants, the pursuit of the supreme avenue, and now, the belief in their hearts began to waver, "Immortal, what is immortal?"

Immortal ...... Mistake me!

Under the stairs, looking at the three thousand inheritances of the immortal skeleton constellation, a trace of contemptuous mockery crossed the corner of his mouth:

"To become an immortal, they need immortal roots, they don't want those who are merciful, they don't accept those who suffer, they only allow the pride of heaven with extraordinary qualifications!"

The pitch-black robe waved, standing beside the Demon Abyss, Jun Qinghan's expression suddenly became solemn, looking at the blood of hundreds of millions of demon soldiers tumbling, his fists were clenched sonorously, "Jun Qinghan will practice the great mission of the demon clan with his life!"

As he spoke, the sword soldier shook, and a drop of bright red essence blood dripped into the rolling demon abyss, "My demon robe, it is you who use the last drop of blood to achieve my king's light cold." From today on, even if there is only the last drop of blood left, Jun Qinghan will be hated by the soldiers!"

Rolling Demon Abyss, the roar and roar of hundreds of millions of demon soldiers resounded.

"Groan...... ......"

The demon soldier in Jun Qinghan's hand suddenly trembled a little, and let out bursts of soldiers' groans, full of the desire to kill and drink blood, and the soldiers were sharp and cold, pointing directly at the demon abyss.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, and there was no reaction yet, only feeling a shock in his arm, and the Demon Soldier let out a long roar, and instantly detached from his palm......

'Whew!'

The blade of the soldier pierced through the abyss, and the entire body of the halberd was wrapped in the blood of hundreds of millions of demon soldiers.

Next to the Demon Abyss, Jun Qinghan could suddenly feel that the Nightmare Demon Soldiers were becoming stronger at this time, and the blood of hundreds of millions of Demon Soldiers was dedicating the last trace of strength to temper the Nightmare Owl Painting Halberd!

Jun Qinghan's face was stunned, looking at the hundreds of millions of demon blood rolling under his feet, showing respect.

............

The Giant Palace, the cemetery of immortals and demons. Jun Qinghan took one last look at the painting halberd in the Demon Abyss, his pitch-black robe waved, and he walked towards the glimmer of dawn in the corner of the giant hall.

The bronze gate, standing for eternity, is covered with dust. I'm afraid this door has been opened only a handful of times in millions of years.

Looking at the bronze territory outside the door, Jun Qinghan's eyes condensed slightly, and he immediately stepped out......

"Squeak!"

At the moment when Jun Qinghan stepped out of the bronze giant hall, the huge door behind him suddenly closed, and it closed completely with a sonorous sound, and there was no longer a trace of light in the hall, and the dark and emaciated figure was stunned, and he immediately turned around.

Looking at the mottled giant gate, full of infinite heavenly justice, the corners of Jun Qinghan's mouth showed a trace of murderous intent, his eyes flashed, and blood suddenly flowed between them, swiping on the quaint bronze giant gate:

He is a demon soldier in my hand, and the blood is buried in the green lotus bones and immortals!

The scarlet blood flowed down like tears in the sky, making people frightened and afraid to look at it. Looking back at the bronze giant hall that looked like a hundred thousand Wei Yue, robes hunting, Jun Qinghan gradually walked towards the bronze territory.

"Rumbling...... Rumble...... Rumble ......"

The moment Jun Qinghan set foot in the Qinglian Territory again, the boundless bronze instantly shook, and under the earth, there was a rumbling sound, like a hundred thousand barbaric beasts roaring and roaring.

At the same time, Jun Qinghan was sent to the center of the Bronze Territory by an invisible binding force.

The soles of his feet trembled, and with a "clang", Jun Qinghan only saw a trace of crack in the ancient bronze on the soles of his feet, and then ...... The crack expanded, but in just a few breaths, it stretched for a hundred miles.

"Buzz...... Buzz......" An inexplicable voice sounded under the shattered bronze floor, making the hearts of everyone around tremble.

Jun Qinghan's brows furrowed slightly, and he only felt the ground under his feet shake, as if something was gradually rising, rising with himself.

............

Half a quarter of an hour later, in the vast bronze territory, a pitch-black altar appeared for thousands of miles, and on the altar, the terrifying power tore a crack on the invisible barrier formed by the Bronze Great Wall, the Bronze Territory, and the Bronze Giant Hall.

An escaped rift.

In all directions of the altar, the dying immortal seeker's expression suddenly became excited, looking at the crack above the altar, full of endless longing. Suddenly, his body shook and flew towards the crack.

It's a pity that it was only three feet above the ground, and it was directly torn into powder by the terrifying invisible force, and it exploded into a blood mist.

Everyone, the heart is cold in an instant!

Prostrate around the altar, sorrowful and painful, the cry was earth-shattering, full of endless longing and remorse, "I want to go home...... I don't want to be strong, I want to go home...... I'm the pride of the sky, how can I be trapped and die here......"

"I'm going home...... Mother, the child is wrong, he shouldn't go his own way......"

"Ah...... I am full of blood and hatred, I haven't killed all the thieves, how can I die in this boundless bronze realm......?

Around the barbaric altar, 10,000 people prostrate, mourning, heartbreaking!

On the altar, looking indifferently at the old men who were about to die, Jun Qinghan sighed slightly, "As soon as you enter the dry mulberry, you will die", as he spoke, Jun Qinghan's footsteps stepped in the air, and suddenly stepped over the crack.

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The eighth day of September!

In front of the Sky Tower!

A battle of life and death!

Father and son meet!

Qinglian Continent, because of a war letter, was completely boiling within two months. Afternoon...... It is the simplest and most direct way to kill, without any reason for killing.

Engage in battle, life and death at your own risk!

How many years have passed, and there have been several such shocking challenge books on the mainland, "The young master of the Heavenly Clan, Tianbu Tian, can be described as the respect of the sons of the mainland, challenging Jun Qinghan, the son of the Heavens." ”

For a time, the two war letters focused the attention of everyone on the mainland, and every twenty years in the mainland, there was a Qinglian meeting. How many pinnacle families are fighting bloodily on it.

And the upcoming battle is no less than the final competition of the Qinglian Martial Arts, after all, that day Butian is firmly in the top position among the younger generation in the mainland.

Huanghuang Cutting Tower, as the main battlefield, was also concerned by 10,000 people for a time, I don't know how many families, monks, not far away, across the vast sea area, over the towering Tianshan Mountain, through hundreds of empires, towards the Cutting Tower.

Millions of monks are looking forward to the arrival of September 8.

Finally, at the beginning of September, 100,000 thunderbolts landed in the Heaven Cutting Domain, which made millions of monks tremble even more, and while looking forward to the big battle, they also felt inexplicably curious about the Heaven Cutting Tower.

At the same time, the 100,000 Divine Thunder made more people reach the Heaven Domain.

It wasn't until after the divine thunder fell that Bai Xiaopang seemed to take action, riding a mule, shuttling between the Eight Banners Ancient Clan, holding the black box with a smile on his face.

The eighth day of September!

In front of the Sky Tower!

A battle of life and death!

Meet Hades!

Since Bai Xiaopang came out of the Wind Clan, the entire continent once again set off a storm, "The Celestial Clan Tianbu Tian challenged Jun Qinghan, and Jun Qinghan challenged the Wind Clan's young master Qing Chengfeng on the same day, what is the situation?"

Kunpeng flapped his wings for three thousand miles, and Bai Xiaopang traveled all over the Eight Banners Ancient Clan in two days!

Two days later, the flag cultivators on the Qinglian Continent were already dumbfounded, "Jun Qinghan is the only one to challenge the young master of the Eight Banners...... A day by day is an insurmountable barrier for him, and he dares to be so arrogant. ”

However, a funeral post has made more people pour into the Heaven Domain, this time it is the Battle of the Eight Banners, and the peak twenty-two will come, and how many strong giants may also appear.

At the same time, I'm afraid this is also a contest between the peak twenty-two.

The blood-red earth is like a wild giant drum, and the rumbling sound is mighty. In the center of the earth, the Sky Cutting Tower towers into the sky, just like a sharp sword, attacking and killing the Nine Heavens.

And in front of the Sky Cutting Tower, overnight, the Celestial Clan rose into a huge ring.

The ring is as high as a hundred zhang and stretches for ten miles. The entire ring is made of yellow and dumb iron, which is extremely hard, and it is difficult for any weapon to make a sound when it collides with it, and the surface of the entire ring is covered with a red curtain, and there is room for falling, just like a flowing red waterfall.

In the very center of the ring, there is a big ancient character, full of arrogance: Battle!

Magnificent, majestic!

Inside and outside the Heaven Domain, looking at the high ring, tens of thousands of flag cultivators, their hearts couldn't help but boil with blood, full of infinite battle intent, if they can fight in this ring, they have no regrets in this life......

On the horizon, a glimmer of dawn invites to shoot, the morning glow is thousands of miles, and the time is ...... September 8th!