The gates were slowly opened.

As Wang Ze and Li Rong jumped off the city tower, Qian Xiu shouted in unison.

Ten miles outside the city, Wu Di slowly turned around and looked at the small city of Biansai.

He had never hated Huo Yun for knocking him off the city tower, why should the enemy bother with the weak at the moment?

As an immortal king, you should have the belly of an immortal king.

He also never hated that when he was fighting with the enemy, the city gate was closed and Qianxiu avoided the battle and did not help.

As immortal masters, that is the timidity they should have.

But at the moment when Wang Ze and Li Rong jumped off the city tower, at the moment when the city gate slowly opened and shouted and killed, Wu Di had tears in the corners of his eyes and laughed loudly.

Those tears are tears of joy.

That smile, full of pride and pride.

Wu Di suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Jiao Qingjie in mid-air.

"Look, Immortal Thousand Cultivators, but they rushed out of the small city of Biansai. Who said that the cultivation in the city is as timid as a mouse? Who said that my cultivation in Qingzhou is all ants? You tell me, is everything I have done worth it?"

In mid-air, Jiao Qingjie looked at Qian Xiu who rushed in a daze, swallowed his saliva and looked at Wu Di, who pointed at him, for some reason Jiao Qingjie suddenly felt that there was a faint breath of qi on the blood-stained white-clothed young man below.

That gas, formless.

It is the spirit of the emperor who is unyielding, and the spirit of the king who rules one side.

Jiao Qingjie never thought that the thousand cultivators in the city would dare to go out of the city to face the battle.

You must know that there are only a few immortal masters among the thousand cultivators, and the others are all immortals, a group of ants who have not really embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

In Jiao Qingjie's cognition, that Qianxiu should have curled up in the city, and even took advantage of Wu Di to drag them and fled in a hurry to leave the small city of Biansai as quickly as possible.

However, just such a young man dared to sit alone in front of the wooden bridge, dared to block their thirty immortal kings, and made the thousand immortal cultivators transform with his actions.

It's horrible!

Jiao Qingjie dared to conclude that if the young man below did not die today, even if he could not step into the peak realm of Immortal Venerable in the future, he would definitely become an emperor and enter the sainthood.

"I have to admit that you are indeed a terrifying fellow! With three revenants, you can control three five-star corpse spirits, and you can slash the sky with one hand, and you can actually lead down nine giant dragons. What's even more terrifying, you can actually inspire the fighting spirit of a thousand immortal cultivators. Such a person cannot be a nobody in Xiaoqingzhou. Who the hell are you?"

As soon as the words came into his ears, Wu Di's gaze was retracted from the front of the small city on the side.

There, the nine dragons had already slaughtered ten corpse spirits, leaving only the ten one-star immortal kings who were seriously injured and resisted.

Although Qian Xiu's strength was not as good as that of the Immortal King, and even groups of immortals fell in the battle, they still did not flinch, under the leadership of Wang Ze and Li Rong, they chased after the ten one-star Immortal Kings with the advantage of a large number of people, and rushed in the direction of Wu Di.

As Wu Di turned around, nine giant dragons in the distance turned around and went straight to the shore, six of them rushed into the eighteen immortal kings, and the other two cooperated with the corpse spirits controlled by Wan Wuya and Zhao Kang and Li Xiuwen to ruthlessly kill the remaining fifteen corpse spirits.

Look at the golden dragon again, lying beside Wu Di, protecting its new master.

"Remembering that you are an elder, I can give you a chance. If you can overcome me, I can tell you my name before I die. If you die in battle, you are not worthy to know my name. Wu Di raised his head and looked at Jiao Qingjie and said.

These words immediately made Jiao Qingjie stunned.

"You, you want to fight alone with me? Haha, you can't even stand on your feet, and you dare to fight alone with me?"

"This is your only chance to live! If you don't want to die, get out of here. ”

"Haha! ”

Jiao Qingjie laughed, stepped lightly on the eight-foot red coffin, and instantly fell to the ground.

The golden dragon moved, Wu Di instantly raised his hand, touched its head comfortingly, and said with a smile: "You can't swallow him, I still have to use him to recover from his injuries." ”

Hearing this, Jiao Qingjie looked stunned.

But at this moment, Wu Di had already rushed over with a wave of his palm.

"Hmph! If you are not injured, the old man will never dare to fight with you alone. But now, you can't stand on your feet, and if the old man can't win against you, it's just a waste, what's the point of living?"

Jiao Qingjie flipped his right hand, and the tip of his toe was an eight-foot red coffin, and his body was like a sharp arrow in front of Wu Di in an instant.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Wu Di's mouth.

went to see Jiao Qingjie, his eyes flashed slightly, and a ruthless smile appeared on his face.

But the corners of Wu Di's mouth, who vomited blood, curled, a trace of triumphant evil smile flashed, and his five fingers instantly grabbed Jiao Qingjie's left hand, and instantly cast a spiritual absorption technique, frantically inhaling the aura in Jiao Qingjie's dantian.

"It's ....... ”

Jiao Qingjie's complexion changed drastically, and in less than a breath, he had already noticed that the aura in the dantian was missing by two percent, and it poured into Wu Di's body along his right arm.

"You...... You...... Not a monk, you ...... You're a demonic ....... Let go, let go of my right hand. Jiao Qingjie drank vigorously, and turned his left hand into a fist and went straight to Wu Di.

Seeing this, the evil smile on the corner of Wu Di's mouth became even stronger, and he immediately stretched out his right hand and grabbed Jiao Qingjie's left fist, and the second suction went straight to Jiao Qingjie's dantian.

In this battle, Wu Di was seriously injured.

If you want to recover from the injuries in your body as soon as possible, you have to consume a lot of aura.

Wu Di didn't want to spend immortal rice, you must know that in the past month or so, he has squandered immortal rice, and he also gave a hundred grains to the senior brother before, and now there are less than one hundred and eighty-three grains left in the immortal field enchantment.

These one hundred and eighty-three grains of immortal rice, Wu Di didn't dare to squander it anymore, it could save his life at a critical time, so he could only attack Jiao Qingjie.

This white-haired old guy is also very good, and when he saw that Wu Di didn't clench his fists, he relaxed his vigilance, but he never expected to fall into the trap, and as the dantian aura was forcibly sucked out of his body, Jiao Qingjie's eyes showed fear and despair.

"You are a demon, a devil from the Yellow Springs Underworld, and you are more evil than the people of the Netherworld Temple and the Corpse Netherworld. You will kill the cultivation of Qingzhou, and you will also kill everyone on the Immortal Spirit Continent. ”

Excessive fright, Jiao Qingjie's facial features began to distort, his pupils spread rapidly, his body stiffened slightly, and he knelt in front of Wu Di.

Well?

Wu Di frowned, let go of his hands, and as Jiao Qingjie fell, there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Jiao Qingjie was scared to death.

"There's also a sense of aura, it's a pity. ”

Wu Di put away Jiao Qingjie's Qiankun bag, and then returned to Jin Long to sit cross-legged, his hands hanging down on the dantian, and quickly mobilized the dantian aura to repair the injuries in his body.

Time passed little by little, and as the sun went down, Wu Di slowly opened his eyes, untied the sword tied to his back, and slashed the sky with his right hand, and the nine dragons disappeared into the cracks.

Getting up, Wu Di looked around.

On the battlefield, there is only an eight-foot red coffin that has not yet been opened, and it contains Jiao Qingjie's corpse.

The thirty immortal kings from the Corpse Netherworld Sect were all killed, but there were three corpse spirits covered in bruises standing upright, Wu Di glanced at the corpse spirits that were bent over by Wan Wuya and the others, nodded with satisfaction, and then took away the twenty-nine Qiankun bags on the ground.

In the end, Wu Di looked at Wang Ze and Li Rong, then his gaze swept over the faces of more than three hundred immortals, nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his right hand, the four exercises flew into the distance, heading straight for Wang Ze and Li Rong.

At the moment when the two of them caught the exercises, when they looked at Wu Di again, he had already crossed the wooden bridge with three corpse spirits and gradually disappeared from Bai Xiu's sight.