"Give me death!"

The sick prince had a hideous expression, and without hesitation, he threw out the first heavenly thunder.

"Boom!"

The thunder exploded, and a small mushroom cloud rose in the air.

Chu Ling and the others dodged quickly, and Liu Cheng scolded his mother while running: "Damn, who the hell leaked this, after I went back, I was found out by Lao Tzu, I scratched his skin!"

Liu Cheng jumped to their feet and dodged the Heavenly Thunder, but the power of the Heavenly Thunder was equivalent to the life-threatening blow of the Heavenly Palace Realm monks, and the power was too huge.

The blast of air hit their backs and swept them away.

Especially the Chu Kill, who had the lowest cultivation, couldn't dodge it, and was blasted out dozens of meters away by the Open Heaven Thunder.

"Kill!"

Chu Ling drank violently and was about to come to the rescue, but the second Open Heaven Thunder had already aimed at him, helpless, Chu Ling had no choice but to order everyone to disperse while hiding in the East to avoid the Open Heaven Thunder.

At this time, I saw a tall figure, which rushed towards the landing place of Chu Kill at an extremely fast speed.

The owner of that figure is the hall master of Zhige Hall, Li Muwu.

After Chu Kill was brought into the Sanyuan Society by Chu Ling, he has been following Li Muwu in Zhigetang, if it is really about feelings, I am afraid that the relationship with Li Muwu is even deeper.

It's no wonder that Li Muwu didn't say a word, risking his life and rushing out to save Chu and kill.

The bombing was still continuing, and Chu Ling didn't know how many thunderbolts there were in the hands of the sick prince, so he had to grit his teeth and honestly hide in Tibet.

Li Muwu was carrying Chu Kill on his back, and suddenly, a thunderous explosion sounded beside him.

"Boom!"

Li Muwu and Chu Kill were blown away at the same time and fell to the ground, motionless.

"Ah Mu, kill!"

Chu Ling drank violently, but neither of them reacted.

At this time, the sick prince suddenly stopped the bombing, and the immortal light of the mountain mirror swept around.

The sick prince grabbed the only few thunderbolts in his hand, and suddenly scolded angrily: "Bastard, that poisonous monkey is not here at all, angry old man, angry old man!"

That kid from Xuanmeng is too strict in his control of the Open Heaven Thunder, and he is still hard to get from Wan Yan Mountain.

If it weren't for the matter of the Ancient Blessed Land, it wouldn't have been used easily at all.

I didn't expect this kid to use up the Sky Opening Thunder in his hand when he came out of the empty city plan, which is really damned.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the sick prince waved his hand: "The poison is no longer here, slaughter them for me!"

The disciples of Wanqi Mountain, when they learned the news of Yuan Wukong's absence, rushed over like a sea tide as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

At this time, most of Chu Ling and the others were already seriously injured, and they had no strength to fight again, seeing that a massacre was about to begin.

Chu Ling stretched up his arm, saw the black runes that were full of them, and gritted his teeth, isn't it the emperor's corpse?

The Great Seal of the Earth Dragon reappeared under Chu Ling's feet, and one after another divine light overflowed, and the underground dragon qi surged.

And the emperor corpse on Chu Ling's arm, like a twisted earthworm, slowly drilled towards his shoulder.

"Not good!"

All the disciples of Wan Yan Mountain, seeing Chu Ling like this, stopped one after another, and the last blow before Chu Ling stepped into the domain gate gave them a deep impression.

That terrifying light was more than enough to burn the mountains and boil the sea, and half of the people and horses were wiped out in an instant.

The sick prince also turned pale, and he absolutely couldn't let Chu Ling form a bright seal.

He gritted his teeth, made a small cut on his chest with his fingernails, and clicked a drop of essence blood on his fingertips, waving wildly in the air, drawing mysterious runes one after another.

A drop of essence blood has a ten-year lifespan.

The sick prince has been practicing for more than nine hundred years, and there are not a few drops of essence blood on his body, so in order to stop Chu Ling, he really fights.

One after another, the blood-colored mysterious runes entered the void, and the mountain viewing mirror above the sky seemed to have sensed it, and the bursts of fairy light erupted more and more violently.

At the same time, an inexplicable chanting sound sounded, and the fairy light shone brightly.

Feeling the restlessness of the Mountain Viewing Mirror, Chu Ling accelerated the extraction of underground dragon qi and condensed the immeasurable light seal.

However, at this time, the mountain viewing mirror suddenly erupted.

A gray aura broke through the mirror and swam out.

That breath seemed to be very slow, as if the mortal eye could find its trajectory, but in fact it was extremely fast.

The distance between thousands of miles, but in the blink of an eye, appeared in front of Chu Ling.

"It's... What kind of breath is this, it actually makes me feel extremely palpitations!"

Chu Ling's heart jumped fiercely, extremely shocked.

This breath is not the breath of the strongest, not the breath of the Holy Dao, but the breath of the mighty heaven and earth.

It seems that in that gray breath, there is endless vitality, and at the same time, there are endless killing opportunities.

"Qiankun ancestral spirit, seal the heaven and earth, seal!"

The voice of the sick prince was as thick as thunder, like an ancient sage with a heavenly constitution in his mouth.

After the voice sounded, that breath, as if it had evaporated out of thin air, disappeared around Chu Ling.

But the next moment, Chu Ling suddenly found that his Earth Dragon Great Seal seemed to be invalid, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't extract a trace of spiritual energy from the ground.

Not only that, but the aura that was finally extracted from his body continued to escape underground.

"It's... What's going on?"

The Earth Dragon Great Technique passed down by Ning Tianshi can be said to be Chu Ling's biggest killer weapon.

Although subject to the emperor's corpse, in actual combat, the power exerted is still shocking.

But now, the Earth Dragon Great Technique, which had always been invincible, was actually imprisoned by a breath, and a great sense of fear surged into Chu Ling's heart.

The sick prince was in the sky, looking down at Chu Ling and sneering compassionately: "Boy, don't waste your thoughts, the ancestral qi of heaven and earth is transformed by the chaotic qi, and it is the source of all things in the world, even if it is a saint, it can be suppressed, let alone you." ”

"I said, no matter what you are today, if you want to take your head, and if you are beheaded, the sick prince is also, reincarnate!"

The sick prince's eyebrows were upside down, and under the blessing of the mountain viewing mirror, he was covered with a holy light, turning into a sharp arrow that shot straight at Chu Ling.

Chu Ling looked at the figure of the sick prince and magnified it in his eyes.

Resentment, unwillingness, betrayal......

All kinds of complex emotions came to his heart together, and at the last moment, Qin Kexuan's smiling face full of youth appeared in front of his eyes again.

Unwilling, I'm unwilling!

"Whew, hey, what's the situation? So enthusiastic? Why did someone just wake up and someone was in such a hurry to deliver food?"

Just as Chu Ling was about to close his eyes and accept the arrangement of fate, he clearly heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears.

And the next moment, the confinement of Qiankun's ancestral qi completely disappeared, Chu Ling didn't have time to think about it, and forcibly mobilized the Earth Dragon Great Seal to the maximum, and a big dragon erupted from the ground and rose to the sky.

Behind Chu Ling, a huge dragon head appeared.

The sick prince watched Chu Ling regain his combat effectiveness with his own eyes, and his eyes were full of disbelief, "This... How is this possible? Can't even suppress the ancestral qi of Qiankun?"

"The magic power of the earth, the four are called 'steps'!"

Chu Ling, who had originally lost his resistance, suddenly opened his mouth at this moment, and his momentum was not allowed at all compared to the sick prince who was at the peak of the Heavenly Palace and blessed by the holy weapon!

Chu Ling's words were handed down like a divine decree.

The dragon phantom was behind Chu Ling, opening its big mouth to swallow the sky and roaring angrily.

The grand sound of the dragon's groan, as if it was about to overturn the stars above the nine heavens, even the mountain viewing mirror, at that time, couldn't help but shake.

"Step-"

"Step-"

"Step-"

The word 'step' that Chu Ling said kept resounding between heaven and earth.

A golden glittering word "step" descended from above the nine heavens and smashed into the earth.

Suddenly, the earth shook, as if some peerless creature was about to break free.

Although the sick prince was stunned for a moment because of the scene in front of him, he reacted instantly, blessed the holy weapon, and blasted towards Chu Ling without hesitation.

No matter how terrifying the strength is, in front of the holy weapon, you must prostrate.

But in the next moment, Chu Ling was alive under his nose and melted into the void.

And at that moment, the sick prince felt that it was not Chu Ling who disappeared, but that the land disappeared with Chu Ling.

Yes, that feeling, as if the earth suddenly had life, disappeared with Chu Ling.

"Boom!"

The fatal blow of the sick prince hit the thick earth, and within a radius of ten zhang, the earth was sunken and lifeless.

Chu Ling really disappeared for no reason, and the sick prince looked around, and suddenly found that Chu Ling was actually a hundred meters away, slowly emerging from the void.

The sick prince once again chanted "Guanshan Decision", trying to urge the Guanshan Ancestral Mirror to imprison Chu Ling again.

It was only at this time that he was horrified to find that even if he used the mountain viewing mirror, he couldn't sense the wisp of Qiankun ancestral qi just now.

"How is it possible? How can the Qiankun ancestral qi disappear? Could it be that the Qiankun ancestral qi has escaped?"

It is impossible, the Qiankun ancestral qi in the mountain viewing mirror is all refined by the ancestors of the first generation of Wanqi Mountain, and it is impossible to escape independently.

Then there was only one possibility left: Chu Ling or some mysterious existence took it away.

Qiankun ancestral qi, for the mountain mirror, is unspeakably expensive, once that wisp of ancestral gas can not be recovered, it means that the power of the mountain mirror is bound to be greatly reduced.

The sick prince, who was furious, rushed towards Chu Ling again.

At this moment, Chu Ling was really like the Heaven and Earth Immortal King, standing on top of the head of the Void Ancient Dragon.

What made the sick prince desperate was when he rushed towards Chu Ling.

One punch!

Chu Ling closed his eyes and only threw a punch.

The fist intent is monstrous, and the momentum that spans the ages will repel the blow that the sick prince has been planning for.

"Ahh

The sick prince who was bleeding from the seven orifices was beaten away angrily, but despite this, he still didn't believe that Chu Ling could have this kind of strength, and with unwillingness and humiliation, the sick prince vomited blood and fell to the ground, fainting.

And Chu Ling was still standing on the head of the Void Dragon, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep......