It's terrifying

The sun is less than 100 zhang away from Yang Qianming, and the temperature has completely diffused, but in the face of the sun that is slowly setting and can destroy it, Yang Qianming still turns a blind eye. As if he didn't feel the danger at all, Yang Qianming's right hand was still evolving, pushing the trajectory of the Great Dao, interweaving the law of strength, and the Tao and reason contained therein.

The sun was already less than fifty zhang away from Yang Qianming, and at such a close distance, even if Yang Qianming was an ancient god's body, he had already begun to suffer burns. And if it was an ordinary monk, I am afraid that Cheng Dù would have already turned into ashes and burned to the point that he could no longer die.

The sun was already less than thirty zhang away from Yang Qianming, which was already a very dangerous distance, seeing that a large area of burns began to appear on Yang Qianming's body, the Immortal Dao monk pinched Yang Qianming's sweat fiercely, especially the monk of Yun Lanxing, his heart had already risen to his throat.

The sun is less than ten zhang away from Yang Qianming, and such a close distance can almost be described as close at hand. At such a close distance, even real steel, under the terrifying temperature of the sun, would turn into molten iron in an instant. And Yang Qianming has already been burned to the point that the immortal bandages are completely destroyed, and the whole person's skin is open, which is unbearable.

But Yang Qianming is still evolving the law of force, interweaving the lines of debut and reason. It's just that unlike before, when evolving, Yang Qianming's eyes turned golden, and his golden eyes revealed a strong divine might, staring closely at his right hand of evolution law, concentrating.

At the same time, the speed of Yang Qianming's evolution law was even faster, his right hand seemed to have disappeared, and it was completely impossible to capture, and even the Immortal Supreme of the Three Realms of the Holy King couldn't see it clearly, which was enough to see how fast Yang Qianming's evolution speed had been at this moment.

But no matter how fast it is, it can't compare to the golden sun that is already close at hand.

Seven zhang

Five zhang

Sanzhang

One zhang

Finished

All the Immortal Dao Cultivators' faces were as dead as ashes, and Yun Lan Uranus had even more gloomy expressions, revealing an unreal expression. Looking from afar, watching the scorching sun completely engulf Yang Qianming, his heart was full of pain. Even the demon clan monks couldn't help but show a trace of regret in addition to their joy, as if they saw a generation of leaders, one of the four little supreme little saint Yang Qianming, fall here.

However, just when everyone thought that Yang Qianming had fallen, suddenly a reckless ancient aura reverberated between heaven and earth, filling the air

What the?

Everyone was shocked, including the demon clan monks who had already begun to cheer, and even the great powers of the immortals and demons completely opened their divine thoughts and shrouded Yang Qianming's position.

At first glance, everyone changed color in unison

Because the sun stopped

The terrifying sun stopped at a distance of three inches in front of Yang Qianming, and almost touched Yang Qianming's nose. But at this distance, the sun stopped, and what made this sun stop was a hand, a golden divine hand.

It was Yang Qianming's hand

Yang Qianming's hand easily held the sun he wanted to suppress, as if he was holding a sun, relaxed and comfortable, without any uncomfortable feeling.

This......

Everyone was speechless, including the Golden-winged Demon King.

The old gods palmed

Yang Qianming's lips moved, and he didn't make any sound, and everyone didn't know what Yang Qianming said. But when Yang Qianming's lips rested, suddenly the terrifying reckless ancient aura became even stronger. At the same time, Yang Qianming's hands that held the bright sun slowly pressed forward.

Flip it lightly

Under the absolute power, the heavens and the earth have been turned upside down, so that the earth is above and the sky is below, completely flipping their rightful position. And under this flip, the bright sun is like a fragile candlelight, directly dissipating invisibly, and the blazing heat that fills the sky and the earth also drifts away in an instant.

But Yang Qianming's attack was not over, the golden palm had already spread out, covering the sky and the earth, as if it had shrouded all of them, covering the golden-winged little demon king.

In an instant, the golden-winged little demon king was shocked, and his speed was suddenly fully displayed, wanting to escape the range covered by the golden palm. But this golden palm seems to be boundless and endless, and no matter how fast the golden-winged demon king is, he can't escape.

It's like a monkey sun, turning a hundred somersaults, he can't escape the golden palm of the Buddha, and the same is true of the golden-winged little demon king, no matter how fast he is now, he can't escape the hand of the sky that Yang Qianming pressed down.

The golden palm fell, and the heavens and the earth shook

The Golden-winged Little Demon King was like an ant, crushed under the hands of a giant mountain

And Yang Qianming's palm was not only slapped on the Golden-winged Little Demon King, but also slapped in the hearts of countless demon monks, as if the body of the Golden-winged Little Demon King and the hearts of countless demon monks were all smashed

Quiescence!

Shocking the world in one palm!

No one can describe the shock brought by this palm, the big palm that covers the sky, perfect and endless. It shook the hearts of every monk present and permeated it.

But it is undeniable that the battle between Yang Qianming and the Golden-winged Little Demon King is enough to go down in history.

Two *** battles for five days and five nights, as if they have infinite energy, as if they have fought from ancient times to the future, every step is so thrilling, and every moment is so dangerous. Until Yang Qianming settled the world with one palm, and after the divine palm defeated the golden-winged demon queen, all the monks reminisced about it and were speechless for a long time.

At this time, the morning sun has just risen, and under the shroud of the new day, Yang Qianming's body is full of brilliance, accompanied by the burns of the strict zhòng, giving people a feeling like a god.

However, even so, Yang Qianming's eyes flashed with an indescribable trace of exhaustion.

I was so tired, I fought for five days and five nights, even if Yang Qianming was covered in iron, he was extremely tired now. Especially at the last and most critical moment, the evolution of the ancient gods in the palm of the hand, Yang Qianming did not hesitate to use the eyes of the gods, but also added three points to that kind of exhaustion. Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, Yang Qianming is a big victory, and only Yang Qianming knows that his victory is extremely difficult.

Sure enough, underestimate the world's heroes!

Last time against Pei Jingsheng, although the two sides played Ji Lie, they still had reservations, and in the end, with the intervention of the elders, Yang Qianming was at most appropriate. And this time he fought with the Golden-winged Demon King, in order to distinguish the winner and loser, he fought for five days and five nights, and finally fought to the death to successfully defeat the Golden-winged Demon King, but did not succeed in making a kill.

Not only that, defeating the Golden-winged Demon King, Yang Qianming's loss was also not small, and the immortal bandages were almost completely destroyed, and it seemed that they would not be able to be used in the future. The mental energy consumed was even greater, and now the bones in the whole body were sore, so Yang Qianming simply lay down and slept for three days and three nights to eliminate this fatigue.

Therefore, at this moment, Yang Qianming was too lazy to care about the victory or defeat, and he didn't even bother to say a word about the scene, so he turned around and left.

And yet, at this very moment!

Whistle!

A terrible sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and at the same time, the voice of the god-killing demon god warning suddenly sounded in Yang Qianming's mind.

"Yang Qianming, be careful!!"

As soon as the voice of the demon god fell, the other party had suddenly appeared behind Yang Qianming, as if the demon god had descended, and the burly body, shrouded in the morning sun, formed a dark yin shadow enveloping Yang Qianming. With such a fast speed, coupled with a sense of oppression, Yang Qianming didn't have to look back, didn't have to think, he had already guessed the identity of the other party.

The five realms of the holy king, the years are sub-sacred!

And this speed is by no means ordinary, in the entire Xuanyuan monk world, there is only one person who can have such a speed, and there is only one demon monk, and that is - the king of the Tianpeng demon clan: King Peng!

"Yang Qianming, !! to death"

King Peng shouted, and his strong cultivation was fully displayed, and between the words, the five fingers broke through the void and grabbed Yang Qianming's heavenly spirit. And this catch, if it is caught, Yang Qianming will definitely die.

It's too late, it's too soon!

With his life hanging by a thread, Yang Qianming's eyes instantly became a layer of gold.

Eyes of the Gods!

This is the second time that Yang Qianming has cast the Eye of the Heavenly God today, and it is still when the fatigue of the previous moment has not subsided. But at this time, Yang Qianming couldn't care about it so much, even if it was extremely painful afterwards, but now it was better than throwing his life here.

But the speed of King Peng is incomparable, unparalleled in the world, in a thought, you can travel thousands of miles, as for the speed of the shot, it is even faster to the best, even if Yang Qianming activated the eye of the gods in time, King Peng's claw is still as fast as lightning, and goes straight to the top of Yang Qianming's heavenly spirit.

Fortunately, the eyes of the gods are truly extraordinary!

Although the claw of King Peng still looks fast, it is by no means as traceless as before, Yang Qianming caught King Peng's claw for the first time, fit a short body, and jumped out with a 'whoosh', Yu dodged King Peng's claw.

But in the face of King Peng's unparalleled speed, time seems to have lost its effect, no matter how fast Yang Qianming is, King Peng is like a shadow, seven inches away from the top of Yang Qianming's Heavenly Spirit, as long as Yang Qianming is a little sluggish, he can force to break the skull of Yang Qianming's head.

The Holy King of the Five Realms is a saint, and sure enough, all *** are all big perverts!

Yang Qianming was quite tired now, and in the face of the Saint King's Five Realms Years and Saints' lore, Yang Qianming knew that it was impossible for him to hold on for a long time. But in front of King Peng, it is obviously a bit unrealistic to count on others, so Yang Qianming can only rely on himself to resolve this crisis in the end.

"Uncle Bai!"

Yang Qianming gritted his teeth and sent a message to kill the gods and demons, and between the words, he saw a strong divine thought shoot out from Yang Qianming's eyebrows, turning into a powerful killing sword, and slashing towards King Peng.

"Divine Thought?"

There was indescribable surprise in King Peng's words, and at this time, Jin Sè's killing sword had already slashed heavily on the claws of King Peng with a monstrous murderous aura. Suddenly, only a sonorous golden sound was heard, and King Peng's body was shocked, and the claws of the devil bounced high. And his fingertips were bleeding, and King Peng was actually injured.

Yang Qianming's spirit was greatly lifted, and he immediately turned over his hand and took out the Heavenly Shield, and hurriedly laid down the layers of patterns and lines, sealing the world and isolating the invasion of foreign objects.

King Peng looked at his bleeding right hand in a daze, he couldn't understand how Yang Qianming could actually transform into a god, and he could also hurt himself. Surprised, King Peng was furious, roared violently, and killed Yang Qianming at an even more peerless speed.

Yang Qianming escaped again, but at this time, his mind had settled down a lot, and he hurriedly said, "Uncle Bai, come again!"

Swish!

The golden light poured out from Yang Qianming's eyebrows again, turning into a golden killing sword, dàng rippled with a rich murderous aura, and slashed towards King Peng again, the speed was extremely fast, and the power was even more terrifying, worthy of the divine thoughts of the saint of the Seven Realms of Nirvana, it was really amazing.

But it's a pity that King Peng has suffered a loss, how could he not notice that the moment the golden light appeared, his body had already twisted, like a dotted line, easily avoiding the sword of Jin Sè Killing, and the speed was still not slow to kill towards Yang Qianming.