The moment the meat ball reached out to grasp the spikes, feeling a pain that penetrated the soul, it finally understood, and roared angrily:

"It's the power of abomination, how could Tang Bing's magic weapon be in the hands of that mother-in-law?"

In the distance, Wang Quanquan saw the clue and clenched his fist at the other three:

"There's a reluctant request below, and I ask the three of you to help me pull out the stinger from that monster."

"Why?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this person is the Evil Emperor I'm looking for."

……

The power of the ancient gods is not trivial, and there are even more titles.

Not everyone in the ancient monks was qualified to be called a god, and only those who were approved by the Holy Spirit could be given titles, blessed lands, and temples.

Bai Hao, the number one killing god, wiped out a civilization with the power of the scorching sun and caused countless killings.

The Holy Spirit intended to punish him, but another Holy Spirit preemptively crowned him with the title of God, and the god did not know the cause and effect, and did not touch the karma, so the matter was stopped.

Bai Hao is the first of the ten evil gods, even the Holy Spirit has to be afraid of a few points, he is grateful for the grace of the gods, and when the gods revolted, he resolutely led Lu Feng and others to stand on the side of the Holy Spirit, creating the battle that almost destroyed the world.

Among the ten evil gods, the god of abomination Tang Bing ranked fifth, and the god of famine ranked sixth, the two have always been at odds with each other, and they have been fighting for thousands of years, and the reason is because of the so-called ranking.

In addition, the Black Shoujiao is also on the list, belonging to the last of the evil gods, ranking tenth, and is titled Sea Roar.

Although Di Xin claims to be an ancient god, his own strength is difficult to enter the top ten good and evil lists, and the god name is "Happy God".

The dignified Shang monarch, the last god of the human race, was called this funny, which naturally attracted a lot of ridicule.

He was disgruntled, and was especially active in the war against the Holy Spirit.

Now the one who seriously injured Di Xin is the fifth Tang Bing of the evil god.

Although Di Xin didn't want to admit it in his heart, the sharp pain in his chest still reminded him that his skills were inferior.

……

When Du Zhao heard the request for the king's authority, his face hesitated, the evil evil was the same as the ancient gods, they all belonged to the ancient gods, and they were powerful and moody.

They had seen a kind old god with a face full of devouring the living, and the evil appearance in front of them was terrifying enough, and it was hard to guarantee that he would not take revenge.

The Tong King was the most restless of the three, and regardless of the consequences, he immediately agreed:

"Zhao Daoyou's business is our business, since you believe in it, the brothers naturally have nothing to say."

As he spoke, his hands were against each other, and he was about to perform the rhyme spirit technique, Du Zhao and Lu Yushan were helpless when they saw this, they didn't want to save face, and they began to pinch the trick in their hands.

Three huge figures emerged behind them.

Wang Quanquan was amazed, and learned their movements, rubbing his palms against each other, and reciting the overheard mantra in his mouth.

However, there are no farts.

He shook his head self-deprecatingly, and with a wave of his hand, the yellow spring lined up from the sky, and after a burst of surging, it formed a river giant.

The four huge figures all grabbed the giant thorn on the chest of the meat ball, and the power of abomination had no effect on these tangible and intangible supernatural powers.

The four of them exerted force at the same time, only to hear the sound of "stabbing", the meat ball let out a painful howl again, the wound was constantly torn due to the barbs, and black blood flowed all over the ground.

The green magic weapon was pulled out, and Di Xin was like a deflated ball, his huge body shrank rapidly, and instantly turned into a young man with black hair like a waterfall.

The magic weapon was quite spiritual, and it quickly became smaller after leaving the body, and the light around it flashed, and it disappeared without a trace, making the royal authority of the treasure lost for a while.

……

Wang Quanquan flew up to Di Xin, glanced at the wound on the other party's chest that was slowly recovering, and asked:

"Who hurt you like this?"

"A crazy woman."

After the young man replied casually, he immediately reacted, "Who are you?" ”

"Junior Lingyun Sect Zhao Zhiyi."

Di Xin's face immediately turned cold, "Came to me for revenge?" ”

"No, I'm here to apprentice to you."

"I don't accept apprentices, even if you do me a small favor."

After Di Xin finished speaking, he was about to leave with a pale face, and the young man's salty words sounded behind him again:

"Since the seniors are unwilling, then the juniors will go to Zhao Shuquan, his swordsmanship is much stronger than any star-picking sword."

There was a loud "click", and before everyone could react, there was already a huge chasm around them.

The moves are crisp and neat, like chopping through a blank piece of paper.

"Do you dare to say what you just said again?"

Di Xin stood in mid-air, holding a black sword in his hand, his eyes cold.

Wang Quanquan raised his head, showed a bright smile and said:

"It's the same if you say it ten times, Senior Zhao's sword heart is pure, and his sword intent is open-minded, just that sentence 'May all sword cultivators in the world learn supreme swordsmanship', I don't know how many streets you can throw your predecessors."

"No matter how big you say, you're just a waste now."

"The junior deliberately saw Zhao Jianxian before leaving, he has a unique momentum, I believe that it won't be long before he can fulfill his agreement with you."

"You know the agreement?" Di Xin's expression softened slightly.

Wang Quanquan still looked unfazed, stretched out his hand, a red sword turned out of thin air, and made a gesture of please.

Di Xin immediately understood, and slashed down with a sword in the air.

……

In the gentle grassland, the two figures kept moving, and every time they landed, they had to bring a burst of sparks.

The three men stood in the distance and watched the battle, commenting on a sentence or two from time to time, without the slightest tension of life and death.

Di Xin condescended and laughed:

"Good boy, it turned out to be you."

"Senior, don't use the last form if you have the ability." The long sword in the king's hand shook and rang non-stop.

"Heh, I admit that you are a little hot, but the star-picking sword technique was created by me, not to mention the last style, what does it matter if you let you have one hand?"

"The king of a country, Chrysostom Yuyan, let's decide."

Cunning flashed in Wang Quanquan's eyes, and his left hand, which had always been behind his back, stretched out, and there was a translucent long sword in his hand.

The Spirit Quenching Sword had been destroyed by Zhu Yan before, and he collected the fragments and repaired them easily with the Transfiguration Technique.

Di Xin sneered and said:

"Do your best to be smart, this seat will do what it says, and one hand will still win you."

A large amount of black hair coiled from behind the young man onto the black sword, and the sword body changed from three feet to seven feet, faintly revealing a purple-black light.

The king's authority is also a combination of two swords, the magic light is lit up, and the two swords are combined, becoming a pink giant sword.

The two collided again.

……

Di Xin held the sword in one hand, wielding it more flexibly than the king's hands, one by one, forcing it to retreat step by step.

The king's authority was invincible, and he swept out of the air with one foot, and while the other party raised his sword to parry, he kicked the other foot on the sword to widen the distance, and then his face turned red.

Di Xin thought that he was going to do something pickled, and opened the distance slightly.

Wang Quanquan really began to play dirty, and two arms quickly appeared under his ribs, and a faint light flashed on his body, and an extra four-armed clone appeared, and he shouted to the three people watching the battle:

"Three fellow Daoists, can you borrow a sword?"

Three fairy swords flew to the front in an instant, and through the art of transforming the king's authority, the long sword became a short sword, the wide sword became a thin sword, and the three became six.

There was a sword shadow in the sky for a while.

Seeing this, Di Xin secretly said shamelessly, but his face still did not change, the long sword in his hand was raised high, and Heimang was victorious.

The other three only glanced at the black mang, and then felt that their eyes were piercing, and they hurriedly looked away and distanced themselves.

The black sword slashed at random, and the thick black sword qi went straight to the young man below...... (End of chapter)