The battle of immortals and demons is like a beacon of fire, and all worlds are rising.

The Gate of the First Day, the Gate of the Eighteenth, the Gate of the Thirty-Sixth...

Every day, all walks of life...

Blood...

It has become the only color in all worlds at the moment.

Every moment there are countless creatures that are dying.

It's brutal, it's realistic, but it's inevitable.

The land of clouds and waters, the boundary gate.

The purple pupils in Yongqi's eyes were infinitely dilated, even though his cultivation was a quasi-saint, even though he had the noble bloodline of the ancient Qianqi, but in front of this fire-tipped spear, in those cold and indifferent eyes.

He...

I realized that I was just an ant, an ant that could be pinched to death at any time, and I had no power to resist.

Yongqi was unwilling...

Before that, he had gone through a lot of hardships to get his life back from that battle, and he had been sleeping at the bottom of the magma lake for so many years, just to wait... Wait until the return of the Holy Venerable, wait until the day when the Great Holy Banner rekindles the world.

He was not willing to die like this!

However...

He had no choice, feeling the coercion that had fallen on him, he couldn't move at all, and could only let Li Nezha's fire-tipped spear pierce his eyebrows.

Flame-tipped guns, getting closer...

The tip of the spear that greeted his eyes was slightly cold, as if it had already decided Yongqi's life and death.

His hands were clenched into fists, and he wanted to fight to the death, even if he died in battle, it was better than dying.

But in front of this person, he, a quasi-holy demon, can't even fight!

The higher the cultivation, the greater the gap between the small grades, not to mention the quasi-saint, even if it is a golden immortal, a Xuan immortal, etc.

Between the middle and lower grades, the middle grade is enough to crush the lower grades.

Angry, unwilling, helpless.

Three emotions reverberate and intertwine in the heart.

However, at this time... When Li Nezha's fire-tipped spear was about to pierce the heart of Yongqi's eyebrows, a water-blue light seemed to bloom from the void.

Suddenly appeared in front of Yongqi, and an ice-blue scimitar staff swung down.

Boom!

The long staff collided with the fire-tipped spear, and it actually resisted Li Nezha's fire-tipped spear.

Boom Boom!

A circle of fierce qi waves swept up from the two of them as the center, and the land within a radius of thousands of feet, whether it was a heavenly soldier or a demon, was swept away under this qi wave.

Even Yongqi, a quasi-saint-grade purple fire Qiqi, was also swept away by hundreds of thousands of zhang under this powerful wave of qi, and after a few breaths, he barely stabilized his body, and he was horrified in his heart.

Subconsciously raised his eyes sharply, and when he saw the back clearly, his face suddenly appeared with joy.

"Emperor Qi!"

Although there are many demon kings in the Ten Thousand Realms, most of these demon kings are self-proclaimed, but they occupy a place in the realm and claim to be kings.

This kind of demon king is just a casual name, once they get out of their own three acres and two points of land, they don't dare to shout anymore, and naturally they will not be recognized by the demon clan of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

The truly recognized king...

There is only one kind, and that is to attain quasi-sanctification.

The demon kings who are registered by the Holy Venerable, such as Yongqi, are honored as Yongwang.

And the most holy... is to be crowned emperor!

Without a branch of Qi, he was the Emperor Qi under the Great Sage Banner back then!

"It's you. ”

Li Nezha withdrew the spear and looked at the Wuzhiqi that appeared in front of him, the expression in his eyes was still indifferent.

"Now you are very weak. ”

Another sentence opened, obviously what Li Nezha said about Wuzhi Qi's cultivation at the peak of quasi-sainthood, but what he said was not wrong at all.

Wuzhiqi's current strength is indeed much weaker than before, but it is only one percent of the strength at that peak moment.

"You're not strong either. ”

Wu Zhiqi's ice-blue eyes swept over Li Nezha in front of him, and he also clearly felt that Li Nezha's current cultivation was also at the peak of quasi-sainthood.

For this point of Li Nezha's cultivation...

He was very strange, because Li Nezha was not his first contact, and Wu Zhiqi knew very well how strong this person was.

Even if he was in his heyday, he might not be able to defeat him.

I fell because of my injuries back then, but Li Nezha... Why?!

"Kill you, that's enough. ”

When Li Nezha didn't explain anything to Wuzhiqi, the fire-tipped spear in his hand stabbed at Wuzhiqi.

The battle of the two Heavenly Powers unfolded in front of this Cloud and Water Realm Gate.

Every time there is a confrontation, the realm is shattered.

The place where the two fought, in an area of tens of thousands of miles, no demon or heavenly soldier dared to step into it, after all, no one wanted to become a wisp of cannon fodder under the aftermath.

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In the realm of clouds and water, in the fairy city.

At this moment, a drastic change is happening in Qin Feng's body.

All of them...

Looking at the illusory golden robe that appeared on Qin Feng's body, looking at the ten illusory swimming dragons that surrounded his body, and feeling the aura emanating from Qin Feng's body, all of them trembled in their hearts.

Revered, supreme, untouchable...

The golden streamer surrounded his body, and the golden robe on Qin Feng's body became condensed little by little.

The aura on Qin Feng's body was also changing rapidly.

Merely...

His cultivation has not changed at all, and it is still exactly the same as before.

It's like... It's just a change of breath.

As for the rest, nothing has changed.

In the Wanzhang Square in front of Tongxian Pavilion, Nangong Yiren and Yun Ling and the other five women raised their eyes to look at Qin Feng, the more they looked, the more nervous they became, they didn't know what Qin Feng was doing at all.

In addition, there is a constant roar in the sky, especially just now...

There was an explosion from outside the sky, as if the entire Yunshui Realm was about to crack.

The blow just now was a collision between Li Nezha and Wu Zhiqi.

The corpses of demons and heavenly soldiers are still falling wildly, and the number of drops is increasing, and the frequency is getting faster and faster, and one roar after another resounded in this Kyushu continent.

The nineteenth floor of Tongxian Pavilion.

The big black dog and Zhu Bajie are still standing ten zhang behind Qin Feng, looking at Qin Feng's back, the big black dog still has doubts in his eyes, and Zhu Bajie is at this time...

But he was also puzzled, and said secretly in his heart.

'Oh no... According to what the great power said, Brother Monkey shouldn't be so weak at this time, right, how can his cultivation not change. ’

Zhu Bajie's pig eyes flashed brightly, looking at Qin Feng's back, and repeatedly confirmed the cultivation aura on Qin Feng's body.

Transform into a god...

It is exactly the same as before, and it has not changed in the slightest.

'How so... Could it be that the old guy deceived my old pig? There's no reason to lie to me, it's impossible, it's impossible. ’

Secretly muttering to himself in his heart, Zhu Bajie looked at Qin Feng's back, and the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that Qin Feng's breath was still in a period of change at this moment, and he was still asleep with his eyes closed, Zhu Bajie really wanted to walk over, so he opened his mouth and asked what was going on.

The wind whistled by.

Blowing a few strands of hair on Qin Feng's forehead that covered the corners of his eyes, his eyes... Trembling slightly.