"Pull it, go!" Emperor Qian didn't kill but with a wave, he pulled the phoenix lightly, and directly followed the vitality of the heavenly wolf that was split out of the black gold war halberd.

Xiao Hei and his party followed them closely.

Huang Qingwan never knew that Emperor Qianji still had such a powerful vitality.

Yuan Qi can only be cultivated by the most powerful spiritual cultivators, and its process is extremely dangerous, and if you don't pay attention to it, your Yuan Qi will be destroyed.

However, once practiced, the power is extremely terrifying.

Anything that manifests itself from the Yuan Qi has extremely strong destructive power, and I heard that on the Ziwei Star, throughout the ages, there are almost no strong people who have cultivated into the Yuan Qi.

Huang Qingwan once heard Xiaohong say that the scorching palace had cultivated into vitality at night.

It's just that she hasn't seen the scorching hall covering the night, and she doesn't know what kind of man it is.

Her hand was tightly held by Emperor Qianji, and Huang Qingwan could only see Emperor Qianji's long ink-colored hair flying all over his head, sweeping past her, and looking carefully, his side face was also so stunning, I couldn't find the words to describe it.

Although the ground under their feet has been cracking, they are like stepping on flat ground, riding the wind, and their bodies are like a phantom, flying quickly.

At the junction of Shenzhou and Xisheng, several spiritual cultivators and Buddha cultivators saw this scene and were shocked, for them, at that moment, it was as shocking as seeing the destruction of the world.

Those two figures are so beautiful, even if they can't see their faces, they are so beautiful that people are frightened.

"Aunt Witch, you're too strong." Xiao Hei followed behind Huang Qing's buttocks, the golden lion followed behind it, Mang Cang sat on the neck of the golden lion, and his whole body fell into the long hair of the big lion, its small body, on the body of the big lion, looked like a small flea, and it couldn't find a sense of existence at all.

At this time, Mang Cang was squinting his eyes, staring at Emperor Qianji.

For some reason, it had an inexplicable feeling that the man who was with Xiao Xiaomo was so similar to Fusang back then.

In this life, it didn't protect Xiao Mo and let her suffer a lifetime of love, so it wants to do everything in its power to protect Xiao Xiao Mo, and it will never let her repeat the mistakes of Xiao Mo Goddess!

These days, how can Emperor Qianji take the phoenix lightly, it is also all in his eyes, indeed, it is good to dig out his heart and lungs.

However, it doesn't know what the reason is, but it feels that this man is similar to Fuso.

Once, Fusang was also kind to the goddess Xiaomo, but in the end, he stabbed the god-killing blade into her heart.

Mang Cang can't forgive Fusang until now, so he doesn't believe that there is any demon in the goddess of Xiaomo.

The goddess of Xiaomo is the purest incarnation of this world, how is it possible, there will be demons in the heart?

Even if others say that the sky is falling, Mang Cang will only think that this is just a rhetoric for Fusang.

It just hopes that Emperor Qianji will not become the second Fuso.

The tragedy of the goddess of Xiao Mo must not be staged again in Xiao Xiao Mo.

The ground under his feet has been cracking, and the yellow sand is flying to both sides, and the sound of wolf howling resounded throughout the boundless desert, this is the power of Emperor Qianji!

The crack went straight ahead, splitting a desert in half.