Ten thousand thunderclouds rose from the ground, this is completely a piece of lightning shijie, purple and blue lightning surging down, thunder like a tide, shattering everything in the sea, blazing, purple between the sky and the earth.

"Boom!"

The thunder shook people's eardrums, and the vast and boundless power was like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down, as if tens of millions of stars were smashing down.

The terrifying sea of thunder flooded all the Ziwei Palace gates led by the old monk, and many Ziwei Palace gate people whose cultivation was not yet in the realm of sub-saints all held their heads and tossed violently on the ground, which was extremely miserable.

"Boom!"

I don't know how long it took, when the thunder and lightning stopped, the clouds dissipated, and the bottom of the Sea of Death changed its face again.

I saw that the sand and gravel at the bottom of the sea were like blackened charcoal, exuding a strong smell of gunsmoke, and the dark sea of death was evaporated by thunder and lightning and dropped the water level by a full ten points, and the mountains and fierce beasts at the bottom of the sea were also unjustifiably affected, the mountains were destroyed, and the fierce beasts were all slaughtered.

Of course, the most unlucky thing is the disciples of Ziwei Palace, who have cultivated to be above the sub-saint realm, it is good to say, relying on their cultivation to be profound, and the spirit treasure is strong, and they have not suffered the slightest damage. But those monks who had cultivated to the realm of quasi-saints suffered a great disaster, not only were their spiritual treasures destroyed, but they were not even able to save their lives.

In this way, the original hundreds of thousands of disciples, after a thunderous bombardment, only half of them remained.

Li Qingming looked at the people of Ziwei Palace who had survived the catastrophe, stared closely at the white linen-robed old monk led by him, and said, "Jiang Shang." Jiang Ziya?"

Most of the disciples were destroyed, and Jiang Ziya was naturally not in a very good mood, but this was also what he asked for, who told him to meet Li Qingming, a pervert.

I saw Jiang Ziya's face darkened, his long eyebrows trembled, staring at Li Qingming's unfamiliar face and saying, "Yes, the poor road is Jiang Shang!"

Li Qingming swept Jiang Shang, feeling the wisp of Shinto spiritual flame in his body, the corner of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile, and said: "Everyone in the world knows how Jiang Ziya respects his teacher. It seems to me that it's all a joke! It's just for his own selfishness, it's not that he left his disciples and fled the Pangu Great Thousand Realms alone!"

Jiang Ziya's old face changed, and he said, "What Pangu Great Thousand Realms?

"Don't understand?" Li Qingming haha smiled. He sucked Jiang Lingli from Long Xuhu's hand. Dropped on the ground. said: "Your son is in our hands, do you say that your life is important, or is it more important to explain your origin?"

"Father. Save me......" With a blue nose and swollen head, Jiang Lingli cried excitedly as soon as he saw Jiang Ziya, and with those two hoarse whimperes, the wound on his face was even more involved, making his face, which was already unable to see the expression, become even more distorted.

When "Li'er ......" saw the figure on the ground at the beginning, Jiang Ziya thought that the other party was going to release some demon beast. How did you know that it was his son Jiang Lingli.

Seeing that unsightly face, Jiang Ziya was anxious and angry, he glared at Li Qingming angrily and said, "No matter who you are! If not, the poor Dao will definitely pull out your divine soul and burn it in the land of the Nine Shadows for hundreds of millions of years, so that you will never be able to live beyond the world!"

"Haha......" When Li Qingming heard this, hahadaxiao got up, as if he had heard something interesting.

Jiang Ziya was furious by Li Qingming's laughter, and scolded loudly: "What are you laugh......ing at?

"Otherwise?" Li Qingming interrupted Jiang Ziya's words with a sneer, and said: "What kind of virtue are you Jiang Ziya, I don't think I know? When you were a god, you only had the realm of heavenly immortals, and the reason why you succeeded in becoming a god was only to rely on Yang Jian, Guangchengzi and other second- and third-generation sect members! As for yourself, you are not even a fart!"

"What! Who are you, who are you?" Jiang Ziya finally couldn't calm down, he stared at Li Qingming with a shocked face, and his face was in chaos.

"It doesn't matter who I am, and there's no need to tell you. Li Qingming took a few steps forward, grabbed the neck of Jiang Lingli, who kept wailing and crying in front of him, and threw it back through him.

"Damn junior!" Seeing his son being humiliated, Jiang Ziya was furious, and suddenly reached out with a big withered hand and grabbed Li Qingming's Tianling Gai, as fast as lightning.

"Boom!"

Li Qingming drew a finger in the air, and his fingers intersected with his big hand, making a fierce sound of gold and iron, splashing a golden spark.

"You...... Who the hell are you?" Jiang Ziya was shocked, he didn't expect that the monk in front of him, who seemed to be a young man, turned out to be such a powerful cultivator, and the palm he threw out at random was comparable to the full force of the peak of the Yasheng, so it was broken?

Li Qingming withdrew his fingers, shook his head, and said, "Waste is waste! Two eras have passed, and you have only cultivated to the realm of the middle stage of a saint! Alas, rotten wood cannot be carved!"

"Presumptuous!" Before Jiang Ziya could speak, Apollo, the sun god who followed closely behind him, walked out from behind him and scolded loudly: "My master has cultivated to the heavens, how can you be a mere saint who can comment on yourself!

As he spoke, Apollo flew up, and he didn't know whether he didn't measure his strength or didn't put Li Qingming in his eyes at all, so he actually learned from Jiang Ziya, and when he was far away, he leaned out a big hand and grabbed Li Qingming in the distance.

This sun god Apollo, under Jiang Ziya's careful teaching, also has the level of a half-step saint, which is comparable to Li Qingming's Taoism before entering the body. Therefore, if his blow is solid, he can turn all the sand and gravel on the seabed within a radius of tens or hundreds of miles into scorched earth.

"I want to fight with Brother Li, wait until I pass this level first!" The brute bull suddenly flashed under the giant palm, he didn't make any other moves, he directly rotated the mace, the power of the rich law of force swirled around it, and with a violent thrust, the huge mace pushed the huge palm up, and the golden avenue runes rushed up like a sharp knife.

The blades were sharp, and the pitch-black sea was instantly divided into one stream after another, and they were like water dragons, wrapping around Apollo's palms, surging incomparably.

The momentum of the water flow was extremely strong, causing the entire Sea of Death to stir up, and the water dungeon, which lacked the protection of the formation, swayed from side to side a few times, and finally collapsed, stirring up a wave of filthy qi.

Apollo was taken aback, his right hand was pierced in an instant, a large amount of dazzling blood splattered, and his bones pierced into his heart.

But after all, he was the existence of a half-step saint, and the divine power in his body suddenly worked, and the injury on his right palm suddenly stopped.

He moved horizontally hundreds of zhang away like lightning, and instantly avoided the impact of the cold current under the sea, and said incomparably coldly: "You are a mere saint, and you actually hurt me with the power of the spirit treasure, this is indeed commendable! However, if you don't have the corresponding strength, if you want to rely on the power of the spirit treasure to stop me, but you are asking for your own death! When I kill you, I will kill your brother Li who doesn't know whether to live or die!"

"Didn't anyone tell you that you have a lot of nonsense, eat your grandfather's stick!" the brute bull smiled coldly, leaving an afterimage in place, and appeared in the sea above Apollo's head like lightning, and smashed it down with a stick.

Bursts of golden light overflowed from the mace, and the power was amazing, and the power of its nine-turn golden body alone could shatter the stars!

Apollo didn't notice it for a while, and only reacted when the stick was on top of his head, and in a hurry, he just hurriedly transferred some of his divine power to his arm, and then slapped it with a palm.

"Poof!"

Apollo let out a low muffled snort, and after the white palm and mace came into contact with it, he trembled, and the whole palm instantly opened with flesh, and even one arm made a series of crisp sounds, and the pain was incomparable.

"Haha, aren't you a high-ranking half-step saint? Why are you so miserable to be oppressed by one of my little sub-saints! Is it because you can't learn the arts, or is it because your plagued master kept a hand for himself and didn't teach you well!"

His words not only insulted Apollo, but also provoked the relationship between their master and apprentice, which was really vicious, vicious!

"Shut up, you bald!" Apollo trembled with anger, and the golden divine qi suddenly erupted from his body, and he was scolded by the brute bull for the real fire, and hurriedly recovered from the injury on his arm, and spewed out a mouthful of gray mist.

"Kalala ......"

The mist was surging, and in an instant, a long chain of metal with a blue and gold color was formed, which seemed to be polished in the fire of the stars, exuding a terrifying murderous intent.

"Shinto technique, bondage!" Apollo chanted the incantation as one Shinto rune after another overflowed, throwing out the long chain in his hand.

This is a kind of Shinto forbidden technique, once entangled by this "bondage" technique, the metal chain with blue in the gold will be like a maggot attached to the bone, firmly wrapped around the body of the enemy who was spelled, destroying the enemy's vitality, eliminating his Taoism, leaving only the divine soul to be dragged into the endless nine shadows to burn, lingering for a long time.

The people who watched the battle not far away felt the strange aura, and their expressions all became solemn.

"Shinto technique!" Li Qingming's voice was low, and the essence in his eyes surged.

Shakyamuni clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha! According to the little monk, the bull donor is afraid that he is not the opponent of this yellow-haired and golden-eyed alien race!

"Yes, big brother, I'll go and save Brother Manniu!" Li Qingquan looked at the long chain that seemed to want to choose someone to eat, and his scalp was numb.

Li Qingming frowned and pondered for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "You don't have to go, he can handle it himself!" (to be continued......)