The voices of discussion sounded in the desolation, and those who spoke were all old monsters who did not come out of the desolation!

The strength of these people is at least at the quasi-saint level, and they are creatures that have existed since before and after the ancient tribulation.

If one of these people appears at random, the whole flood will tremble!

But at this time, they all watched the scene in the flood with horror.

Especially those who have experienced the flood and famine and witnessed the devastation of life, they are even more shocked.

If a great war breaks out between the lich, it will definitely be a catastrophe for the desolation!

It's not impossible to trigger a new calamity!

However, not all powerful ancestors are like this.

In the extreme north of the flood wilderness, there is Daze, filthy and full of dirty blood, which is a mass of dirty blood under the navel when Pangu incarnates the heavens and the earth.

Blood!

"Huh! The two lich clans are fighting, and the flood will be chaotic! ”

"Only when there is chaos can the ancestor have the opportunity to become holy, and my Blood God Palace can rise!"

If anyone is here, listening to such words, they will surely have a chill down their spine and their mind unstable!

The same mind will shake rapidly, and the heart will be frightened.

This is the Sea of Blood, and there is only one person who speaks, the Ancestor of the Sea of Blood, the River Styx!

In the same place in the extreme north, in the North Sea, a trillion-mile island floats in the North Sea, moving rapidly, and there is a palace on it, called Netherworld!

In the Netherworld Temple, a figure hidden in the darkness watched everything that happened in the wilderness, and the coercion around his body was emanating, so that the surrounding demons couldn't stand up.

"Emperor Jun, Emperor Jun, the Lich Battle, if it falls......"

"I am a demon master, and I should be a demon emperor!"

The figure in the darkness, at this time, the identity is revealed, and it is also a terrifying existence!

Demon Master Kunpeng!

In the hinterland of the desolate wilderness, among the verdant mountains, a Taoist temple stands in the mother's breath of the mountains and rivers, and its whereabouts are not obvious.

Within the Taoist temple, a spiritual root is 100 feet tall, and the innate qi breeds, falling countless gods, manifesting endless visions.

On the forehead of the Taoist temple, there is a plaque with three big characters written, Wuzhuang Temple!

Inside, a bearded and red-robed Taoist sat cross-legged, and opposite was an old Taoist in yellow clothes and white beard.

If anyone is here, they will be shocked too!

These two people turned out to be the top powerful existence of the Flood Desolation, the existence of the saint who could enter the Zixiao Palace and heard of the saint!

"The flood is chaotic, the lives are ruined, alas, ......"

In addition, countless powerful ancestors in the flood wilderness are all paying attention to the location of the Red Mountain Range.

Above the Nine Heavens, one side of the independent palace is outside the sacred mountain of the demon clan.

Outside the palace, a man and a woman are standing, the female saint is mighty, the saint Nuwa!

At this time, neither of them spoke, but their expressions were solemn.

In the western land, in the midst of trillions of miles of barrenness, a spiritual mountain stands, and its top is a magnificent temple, and the supreme divine light is hidden in it.

"The East is in turmoil, and I will be in the West!"

"Hahaha! What the senior brother said is very true! ”

On Kunlun Mountain, there were three more people looking at everything that happened here, and their expressions were indifferent.

Only in the main hall of the sect, Tongtian couldn't stop smiling, and he was extremely satisfied when he looked at Lin Changqing.

"This kid can really cause trouble!"

Tongtian said with a smile.

At this time, on the crimson mountain range, Lin Changqing faced the endless divine fire, but he was not afraid at all.

Now that he has decided to save Hou Yi, there is no regret.

Similarly, Lin Changqing's way is an indomitable and incomparably sharp way!

Because Di Jun made a move, he retreated at the peak of the quasi-saint, and that was the opposite way!

"Come on, Dijun Xiaoer! If you want to kill me, you're not enough! ”

Lin Changqing shouted, and the light in his eyes was endless at this time.

And Di Jun was angry at this time.

He is the lord of the demon clan, the dignified demon emperor, and he is actually despised by a golden immortal ant at this time!

"Look for death!"

"The Ant Race, provoke this seat, this seat will kill you first, and then destroy you to anger hundreds of millions!"

"Your divine soul will be tempered for trillions of years in my sacrificial divine fire, and watch how the human race is destroyed because of you!"

Emperor Jun shouted angrily, and shot with all his might, the red golden streamer set off boundless flames, and after the streamer, everything was evaporated, and there was nothing left!

In just an instant, the streamer was about to arrive in front of Lin Changqing, and Lin Changqing would be completely burned into powder like all other things that had been evaporated!

However, there was a streamer faster than this red gold light, coming through the void and tearing the heavens and the earth!

"When !!"

After a crisp sound, the crimson golden light was cut off, and the endless flame, in the crack of the pitch-black void, was crushed by the endless killing qi, and turned into nothing!

And in front of Lin Changqing, there was an extra sword, a cyan long sword!

The long sword hangs, like a lot of lotus flowers blooming, like a small leaf swaying, ups and downs.

In the midst of the swaying, the void was torn apart, and pitch-black cracks appeared one after another, and the killing aura tore apart all around.

On the sword body, there are two complex divine patterns - Qingping!

"Qingping Sword!"

At this time, an exclamation appeared.

In the sky, the golden crow frowned at this thin sword, his anger and killing intent did not bloom for a while, and even his own attack was blocked, and he didn't say a word for a while!

On the other side, Wu Jumang, the ancestor of the Wu clan, also looked at the thin sword in shock at this time, and then looked at Lin Changqing, his eyes were full of incredulity.

In the wilderness, who doesn't know that the Qingping Sword is the sword of the saint who passes through the sky, and the Qingping sword is coming, like the saint himself!

At this time, the Qingping Sword appeared here, there was only one possibility, the Tongtian Sage had made a move!

"Su Wen Tongtian Senior Brother once accepted an apprentice who is the acquired human race, could it be!"

In the midst of the flood, some people exclaimed, and some people secretly thought to themselves.

Some people even gasped, but they didn't expect that Lin Changqing, who was just a human race in the realm of Golden Immortals, had a relationship with a saint!

At this time, everyone looked at Lin Changqing with shock but suspicion.

But Lin Changqing breathed a sigh of relief.

The quasi-saint's methods are strange and unpredictable, especially for a saint as powerful as Di Jun.

If he really resisted this blow with his meritorious golden body, Lin Changqing would still be a little worried.

But now, the master's sword has come, and Lin Changqing is not false at all.

"Disciple Lin Changqing, meet the master!"

Under the gaze of countless people, Lin Changqing bowed slightly towards Qingping Sword.

Suddenly, everyone's shocked eyes were even more shocked.

This human race is really a disciple of the Tongtian Saint!

Especially the ten thousand zhang golden crow, at this time above the nine heavens, facing one person and one sword, his eyes were cloudy.

"Di Jun, I heard that you were about to behead my disciple just now?"

At this time, from Qingping's sword, there was an extremely lazy voice, which seemed to be asked inadvertently, but at this time, it was boundless pressure on Di Jun.

In an instant, Di Jun was already extremely frightened at this time.

No one can bear the wrath of a saint!

"Senior Brother Tongtian, my demon clan rules the heavens and the earth, and it is the orthodox ...... of the Heavenly Dao"

"So what!"

"Disciple of this seat, Changqing is the one I am most optimistic about, do you want to kill him?"

Di Jun just said a word, and the voice in Qingping's sword reappeared, but at this time, it was with three points of anger, which suddenly made Di Jun's face a little ugly.

"Tongtian! You and I go out of the same door and listen to the sermon under the throne of the Taoist ancestors! Now it's like ignoring the old feelings! ”

Di Jun shouted angrily, his eyes full of resentment.