The war is imminent, the sky is shining, and an ancient demon is attacking, which really affects Jing Yi's heart, and he doesn't dare to be careless, since this is a weapon practiced by an old master, it must be especially outstanding.

The white-clothed figure did not move, still standing in place, Jing Yi was happy in his heart, it was not Taiyi who did not leave at all.

Jing Yi swiped his golden fist, and the Yan Emperor Fire Dragon fist burst out, a golden divine dragon, with teeth and claws, and a majestic bearing, pressed towards the ancient beast, and no big demon could raise his head in front of the real dragon!

Rumble!

The giant dragon grabbed the ancient demon, causing the ancient demon to roar, Jingyi's palm moved, the vitality of heaven and earth was clear, and the earth began to spread like a spider web.

The ancient demon was hideous, poking out a green beast claw, the tragic aura was pervasive, I don't know how many creatures were killed, the killing aura was very heavy, it was a fierce demon at all.

Jing Yi frowned, he waved his battle fist, his combat power was amazing, the golden battle fist slapped towards the ancient demon, the big hand shrouded in holy light, and he was indomitable, continuously smashing several methods used by the ancient demon, and bullying himself to the front.

The battle fist smashed on the body of the ancient demon, and the green scale armor trembled, splashing countless divine lights, if this ancient demon really had a physical body, what was splashed would be blood.

Jingyi is extremely powerful, shaking his fists, coming to the sky, attacking on foot, and fighting against the ancient demon with a pair of golden sè battle fists.

He has too much on his body, and he needs a vivid battle to be stimulated, and he has obtained the refining method of the Flood Desolation Fighting Body in the Ancient Period, connecting the acupoints with divine veins, and the divine power is multiplied, which is comparable to several times that of people of the same level, and the life jīng is strong, and it can almost become an incorruptible body.

After Dacheng, he will cultivate a divine figure with himself, and once it is completed in the future, it will be enough to suppress the heavens, which is comparable to an artifact.

The divine diagram can make the physical body transform, every time it has to go through nine deaths and a lifetime, it will not be worse than the fusion of the two physiques, Jing Yi even knows that the energy of this divine vein is not only these, it has infinite wonderful uses, specializing in the physical body, it is a supreme magic method, and it is rare in the world.

The Flood Desolation Fighting Body, not only is the innate physical body strong, but the price paid for cultivating the physical body the day after tomorrow is enough to make people chill and creepy just thinking about it.

"You use me as a whetstone!" The monk in green clothes, his eyes were very sharp, and he could see through Jing Yi's intentions at a glance, but he also saw the strength of Jing Yi's physical body, and he didn't dare to fight with him in close quarters, so he could only urge the ancient scroll to suppress it.

The ancient scrolls flowed brilliantly, the mountains and rivers vibrate, and two ancient characters flew out of the ancient scrolls, one "mountain" and the other "river", carrying the jīng rhyme of the Tao and running infinitely.

Jing Yi didn't dare to be careless, the Purple Mansion Eight Heavenly Monk, he was not afraid, but the weapons of the old generation's sacrifice, it was impossible for him not to be afraid, strictly speaking, this ancient scroll had touched the edge of the forbidden weapon, but the number of times the forbidden weapon was used was limited, and this ancient scroll obviously would not.

This is a magic weapon that is extremely growing, if this monk in Tsing Yi seals some powerful fierce beasts into it, it will definitely enhance the divine power of the ancient scroll.

Jing Yi didn't dare to be careless, he hurriedly ran the ancient scriptures, a vast humane jīng god against the ancient characters, the ancient scriptures of the Xuan Olympics, the majestic divine power descended, at this moment, Jing Yi was like the incarnation of the human emperor, controlling the humane changes, the heart of the mountains and rivers, the thick black hair was flying, and the majestic posture was vigorous.

His figure became incomparably majestic, which made the monk in Tsing Yi have a feeling of looking up.

A hell-like majesty descended from the sky, Jingyi was covered in golden light, stepping on auspicious clouds, and his whole body was filled with mist, which really seemed to be the birth of the emperor of man, and the momentum moved the mountains and rivers.

Jing Yi has been able to show the subtlety of some of the ancient scriptures, he seems to have mastered a fortune in the dark and become the emperor of humanity, and what the ancient scriptures of people show is the infinite changes of humanity.

In the past, if Jing Yi cultivated enough and displayed it, it would definitely be a heavy weapon, and there were few people in the world who could simulate that kind of anti-heaven divine map.

The monk in Tsing Yi was startled, as if he saw the human emperor fighting with the ancient demon, his heart was shocked, the man who was bathed in the monstrous golden light, his posture was majestic, and he was extremely majestic, which looked like the slightly thin young man just now.

The ancient demon let out a huge roar, in a fierce battle with Jingyi, the human body in front of him was powerful and shocked, he was not yet imprisoned in this ancient scroll, and he was also a demon king in a big mountain, with a high heart and extraordinary knowledge.

He has swallowed a lot of Terran jīng blood, although he has been sealed in the ancient map, but his divine consciousness still exists, and it has not been extinguished, and the memories of fighting with the Terran in the past are all in his heart.

Fighting with Jingyi, he only emerged at this moment, and found that he was just a frog at the bottom of the well.

The ordinary monk, his mouth couldn't close in surprise, he didn't have a trace of Dao power aura in Jingyi, although he was a void body, he couldn't cultivate, and he couldn't enter the Purple Mansion realm.

But no one can know that Jingyi's cultivation is a unique three-talent holy decision in the world, a humanitarian chapter.

This is a piece of sacred decision that can turn decay into magic, since it has a "sacred" word, it can represent the god xìng and Taoist rhyme of this ancient scripture.

And there is no direct ancient text record of this ancient scripture, it is just an extreme power evolution, 10,000 kinds of people will watch it, will create 10,000 kinds of secret methods, and take 10,000 roads.

For the first time, this person has shown his might in the ancient scriptures, showing such visions, which have surpassed the imagination of the monk in Tsing Yi.

A big mudra of Jin Sè, heavy and powerful, seemed to have the power of ten thousand jun, fell from the sky, hit the ancient demon fiercely, and Jing Yi ran the ancient scripture with all his strength.

The ancient demon let out a piercing scream, like a nightingale crying, screaming and fleeing back to the ancient scroll, the Tsing Yi monk was in his heart, and wanted to collect the ancient scroll, but Jing Yi took the lead and grabbed it in his hand with one hand.

The monk in Tsing Yi retreated, but was stepped on by a golden footprint, unable to withstand the divine power, and knelt down on his legs.

"Kneel down and kowtow to my barren peak ancestors and ancestors three times, I will spare you from death!" Jing Yi's eyes were cold, not like a joke at all.

"I, my grandfather is the elder of Nantian Peak, if you kill me, you will definitely be killed. The monk in Tsing Yi had a hard mouth, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart at this moment, hoping to make his grandfather shock him.

A heavy cold snort shook the dead leaves around him, and the Tsing Yi monk's legs went a few points deep into the ground, making a clicking sound, and the bones of his legs were obviously cracked.

The monk in Tsing Yi was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and his clothes were wet with severe pain, and his hair was close to his cheeks, which was extremely messy.

"Kneel here for the sin of disturbing my Desolate Peak Ancestor Heroic Spirit!" Jing Yi's tone was indifferent, extremely powerful, and he even let an elder's grandson kneel here for three rì!

The rest of the monks were dizzy for a while, and just now, the monk in Tsing Yi wanted to humiliate Jing Yi one by one, and let out wild words that he wanted to take Jing Yi as a slave and let him clean the cave for himself.

Now they were stepped on the shoulders by the corner of Jingyi, making him kneel here for three years, this contrast caught them off guard.

"Jingyi, if you dare to insult me Zi Tianqing, my Zi family elder will definitely not spare you. "The monk in Tsing Yi is already dying, but he is still struggling, and his name is Zi Tianqing.

"Oh, so, you're forcing me to kill you!" Jing Yi's eyes showed a fierce light, revealing a might, which made Zi Tianqing's heart shocked, terrified to the extreme.

Jing Yi in front of him is like a killing god, looking at his means, if he really wants to kill himself, he will not hesitate at all, he is doing this now, he is just maintaining the majesty of the barren peak.

Zi Tianqing's heart trembled, and he trembled and said: "How can you be willing to give up, the divine sword and the ancient scrolls are all given to you, how about you and me." ”

Jing Yi sneered, looked at the innocent Zi Tianqing, and said, "That was originally mine." ”

Zi Tianqing choked, he didn't know what to say, he knew that most of the time he had touched the other party's taboo, and things were difficult to get right, but he still asked: "How can I finish it, as long as you don't kill me, it's easy to discuss." ”

"I said, kneel here for three rì and let your parents come to claim it, otherwise, you will be killed with a sword. Jing Yi said that the cold air was sensible, without the slightest turn.

Zi Tianqing's heart was shocked, and he was filled with anger, it was really worse than killing him like this, if it was spread out, he would become the laughing stock of the entire Dao Sect, and even his elder grandfather would be implicated.

Jing Yi's fingertips shè out of a ray of light, imprisoning Zi Tianqing's Purple Mansion and Zhihai, this is the magic power of the ancient scriptures of the human scroll, the point of the pulse and the hand, and the special seal of the people's knowledge of the sea and the Purple Mansion.

He couldn't wait to walk to the white figure behind him, maybe the burden in his heart could be put down, but when he walked in front of the man in white, he was shocked.

"How are you!"

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