"Demon Night, don't even think about running away today!" Li Qingming stared at Demon Night and his puppet with a cold expression.

"This sentence, I should say it to you!" The demon night's eyes flashed, his big hand was facing the sky, and Xiangshang waved it lightly.

The saint puppet below opened its eyes in an instant, and two cold corpse qi erupted from its eyes, and ran frantically towards Li Qingming's front door.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" Li Qingming snorted coldly, and the original deity entered the body instantly.

The surging blood and qi rushed out of the sky with the glittering blue light. A huge beam of light surged inside the Qiankun Ding, shattering the sky.

"Saint, could it be that the Lord has achieved the realm of a Saint?" The people watching the battle from a distance were all inexplicable, because they felt a wisp of the sage's coercion from Li Qingming's body.

Although this place was already filled with the aura of the saint puppet, at this time, all the quasi-saints still sensed a certain aura overflowing from Li Qingming's body.

"Dang!"

The dark green corpse qi sprayed directly onto the Qiankun Ding, making a crisp sound. The terrifying sound waves trembled at frequencies invisible to the naked eye, and the sky cracked.

"You can also taste my blow!" Li Qingming carried the bombardment of the saint's puppet, and with a slight wipe of his left hand with his right hand, the clumsy demon refining pot appeared out of thin air.

"Duh!"

With a soft snort, he opened his mouth and spat out a shiny character, extremely dazzling, and sprayed it on the demon refining pot.

The demon refining pot instantly rose into the air, shining brightly, from the size of a palm to a rapid increase, and in the blink of an eye, it towered under the sky, as high as a hundred zhang. The silver light is shining, and the rhyme is natural.

"Buzz Rumble......

The top of the demon refining pot was in the air, and it shook rapidly, and a tsunami-like sound came out of the period, the sound was very loud, making people's ears buzz.

The demon refining pot is shining, although it is brass, it exudes a luster like multicolored glass, and the blazing flame inside is even more visible.

"Bang dang!"

Li Qingming touched the sky with one hand, and the lid of the colorful and streamer-lit demon refining pot slid open suddenly.

Suddenly. A crimson flame burst into the sky. The terrifying heat scorched the sky, and the void that fell in the sky had turned into water vapor and was evaporated before it landed.

Subsequently. A blazing Nanming fire slipped from the spout. It's like a galaxy that falls to the mortal world. Pouring down, majestic energy swept towards the demon night.

"Get up!" The demon Yeye's eyes were cold, and he pointed a little at the saint puppet. The tall saint puppet soared into the air and stood majestically in front of him, its breath covering the heavens and all the worlds.

This is the saint of the past, who once stood above all beings, although he is now just a dead corpse and a puppet, but he must have been a powerful and powerful universe in the chaos universe back then.

"Corpse Qi Seal!" Demon Night's fingertips flashed with a ghostly light, his lips opened slightly, and a voice like Huang Zhong Da Lu resounded in the sky.

"Buzz!"

The momentum of the saint puppet's body skyrocketed, and the dark green Taoist clothes hunted.

He stepped out of the void, and the corpse qi rising from his body turned into a huge and incomparably large seal of mountains and rivers, blooming with brilliant brilliance, the mountains and rivers were vast, vigorous and vigorous, and the fierce flames pressed towards the demon refining pot in mid-air.

"Boom!"

The corpse qi seal was like a mountain, freezing the flame of the fire god in the sky, and smashed straight on the demon refining pot, making a sound like the sound of the Great Dao Tianyin, long and terrifying.

Many quasi-saints with slightly lower cultivation in the distance heard about this life, and they all covered their heads and howled in pain.

The terrible voice sounded like it sounded in their ears, and it struck them their hearts, causing them to rumble in their ears and give them unbearable headaches.

But alas, this blow of the saint puppet is not obvious.

If Li Qingming is still the same Li Qingming as before, I am afraid that he will be knocked half to death with just this blow. But now he is different from the past, he has completely refined the spirit of all worlds. The deity has entered the body, and his cultivation has been promoted to the peak of the early stage of the saint.

Just one blow could not bring Li Qingming any substantial damage at all.

"Boom!"

The Demon Refining Pot was swayed slightly by the Great Seal of Corpse Qi, and then a stronger counterattack began.

I saw that the monstrous flames were like waterfalls, and the more blazing gray flames fell from the demon refining pot and rolled towards the saint puppet.

The grayish-brown light sprinkled the sky, dyeing the blue sky gray.

"Ahh

The saint puppet let out a loud shout, did not retreat, but advanced, and rushed into the sea of fire alone, the dark green corpse qi wrapped in the palm of the hand and rotated, like a grinding plate, constantly slapping on the waves of the sea of fire.

"Bang! bang!"

A piercing voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the saint puppet mechanically waved his palm, like a twisted finger to the Buddha, and his whole body was radiant, not allowing him to get close to the fire.

The outside world was full of fire, the golden light was soaring into the sky, and the terrifying Liliang made everyone watching the battle tremble.

When a few breaths passed, the fire dissipated, revealing the saint puppet in the sea of fire, all the quasi-saints in the distance were startled.

I saw that this saint's puppet seemed to have a little more light in his eyes.

Then, he began to scream frantically, and the majestic corpse qi was also shrinking inward little by little, and the divine light in his eyes became clearer and clearer.

"Roar, damn it, you all deserve to die...... Kill, kill, kill!"

......

"I'm grass, corpse transformation?

"No, isn't this thing being refined into a puppet?"

"Senior Yin said that he was refined by the corpse of a saint, could it be that this corpse gave birth to spiritual wisdom?"

This is simply terrifying! If the soul of the gods has been extinguished and the primordial gods do not exist, then no matter how powerful you are, it already represents a complete extinction.

But what's going on?

As soon as a corpse puppet was summoned out and fought for a while, the corpse began to babble, and even learned to restrain the corpse qi in its body?

Are you kidding?

However, what the quasi-saints did not notice was.

On the other side, Demon Night, who was trying to control the saint's puppet inside the light mask, also had a very unsightly face, and could even be described as white as paper.

He stared blankly at his hands and muttered, "Out of control, out of control......"

After a moment, he almost gritted his teeth and roared: "Damn Xuankong, you dare to yin me! If I don't die in this catastrophe, I must extract your soul and burn it for hundreds of millions of years! In this way, the hatred in my heart will be relieved!"

Hearing this, the Buddha Lord and Po Su behind the demon night glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of confusion in each other's eyes......

Compared with them, in the battlefield, Li Qingming, as a party, was more deeply touched.

When he first saw this saint puppet, to be honest, he was also quite shocked. But with these two encounters, except for the first blow being a little stiff, the follow-ups, especially the action of slapping the fire waves, are like a lively person!

That's right, a living person!

Therefore, Li Qingming deliberately put away the demon refining pot, and did not attack, but quietly looked at the sage puppet in front of him who was gradually regaining his senses.

The saint puppet also seemed to realize something, and seeing that Li Qingming was no longer attacking, he simply sat cross-legged in the void, closed his eyes and began to recover with all his strength. (To be continued......)