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Chapter 119 The Gaze from Beirut

"amazing!"

Qinghuo sighed and felt a little sorry for the slight he had just given. The other party practiced the rules of destiny, and his strength should not be underestimated. Although the other four kings were not as powerful as him, they still had the strength of the seven-star demon.

The other party was able to defeat them. It was obvious that they had gone a long way on the road of destiny and blazed their own path.

The absurd behavior of launching a so-called unification war to unify the Gobada prison with no resources has its explanation.

Practicing the rules of destiny and controlling everyone's destiny, maybe this is the path Zhao Jie walks, the path of destiny.

pity……

This is not my way.

Zhao Jie wants to unify the Gobada plane prison, but Qinghuo doesn't want to take care of it, but he actually wants to take action against Qinghuo City, so there's nothing he can do.

The green fire flew up, and the robes on his body had changed colors, turning into a fiery red. The surrounding space had a sense of distortion. Countless gods who were watching turned their heads and ran away, because a battle between top masters was about to begin.

Once a fight breaks out, thousands of miles around may be affected, and a tiny energy aftermath may wipe out a bunch of gods.

Zhao Jie also flew into the sky, and with a slow wave of his hand, a golden stick appeared in his hand. The style was very familiar, and there was a dragon pattern on it.

This is not the one created in the real world, that one has been eliminated long ago. This is the one he condensed using the essence of his godhead. It is just not as exaggerated as Beirut. It can compete with the main artifact, but it is still a very powerful high-level artifact.

If you wait until it is fully conceived, you will naturally be able to stand at the top of the high-level artifact.

"You have to be careful~"

Qinghuo warned softly, "My strength is much stronger than other kings. If you regret it and withdraw from Qinghuo City before it's too late, I won't hold you accountable."

Qing Huo has always had a good personality. Even though it has been 100 million years since he came to this chaotic prison on the Gobada plane, he still maintains his original mentality and only pursues the Great Perfection. The rest is really not important.

Zhao Jie shook his head, and a pale white light shrouded his body, "I know you, Qinghuo Leilin, you have two great god clones, the fire element is the strongest, the six mysteries have been integrated into five, and you have even

After carrying out the sixth kind of fusion, the strength has already exceeded the leadership level, and it is only one step away from becoming the Great Perfection, which is amazing, amazing."

Qinghuo raised his eyebrows, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. The other party actually knew his strength so well. He hadn't done anything for many years. Everyone was guessing how strong he was, but no one was accurate.

Speak it out.

If he realized something, he finally felt a hint of imminence on his face. He held his hand, and a red long sword appeared in his hand.

Qinghuo is serious.

"Chichi!"

The terrifying sword energy burst out from the green fire, and immediately, a red giant sword emerged from behind him, pointing straight at the sky. The sharp sword energy made the space tremble, some cracks appeared, and from time to time a turbulent stream flew out.

, wiping out everything around it.

The prison on the Gobada plane is just an auxiliary plane, and the space is far less solid than the Yulan continent on the material plane.

Instantly, Qing Huo's figure disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a rain of swords in the sky that flashed across the sky like meteors and fire showers.

"amazing."

Zhao Jie couldn't help sighing, seeing all this in his eyes. If he wanted to achieve the mysterious fusion, he couldn't do it by practicing hard, and he had to fight.

Not far behind him, there were thousands of Mysterious Gods recording their every move, leaving them for later careful observation.

Zhao Jie waved his arm, and the fusion power in his body suddenly surged up. This was the fusion power of the Seven Laws, and it was just comparable to the power of the Lord God. After all, the current Qinghuo was only a little stronger than the Commander, and it was not the real Dzogchen.

His figure disappeared very quickly, continuously shuttled in the whistling rain of swords, the stick in his hand flew quickly, and disappeared again in an instant.

When he reappeared, the rain of swords in the sky had disappeared, leaving only the afterimages of Qing Huo and Zhao Jie's weapons crossing each other rapidly.

Every time there was a collision, Qing Huo's figure couldn't help but stop for a moment, which made his eyes full of confusion.

The rules of destiny are notoriously difficult to practice, weird, and mainly attack the soul. If it hits the body, it will undoubtedly cause huge damage.

After all, if the body is damaged, even if it is disabled, it can be repaired with the power of God, but if the soul is disabled, it is over.

But this weirdness is nothing to Qing Huo. He has lived for too long, fought for more than 100 million years, and fought against countless masters. Many of them have rules of fate, and he has already had ways to deal with them.

All it takes is mystical fusion and soul defense.

But Qing Huo found depressingly that he seemed to be unable to defend himself against Zhao Jie's soul attacks, as if he was hit every time, his figure paused out of thin air.

Don't look at this small moment, in a master's duel, it is enough to die many times.

Qing Huo did not dare to be careless. His figure turned into a streak of fire and retreated instantly. He no longer engaged in close combat with Zhao Jie. With just a wave of his hand, the entire earth surged and became hot. A thousand miles around turned directly into a sea of ​​magma, countless of which were composed of magma.

The behemoths flew up one after another, only leaving Zhao Jie.

Zhao Jie didn't care, and swept the stick easily, beating the magma living creatures in the sky to pieces. Several figures flickered, and he swung a heavy blow towards the green fire in the distance, which was white.

The light flashed past so fast that Qing Huo was so startled that he quickly stepped back, not daring to be careless at all.

But Qing Huo was still shocked. It wasn't that Zhao Jie's attack was too strong, but that it was too weak. It was so weak that he just tapped it lightly, and the white light immediately dissipated, as if it was a burst of light waves.

Zhao Jie was also thoughtful, and he knew a little bit clearly in his heart that his understanding of the rules of destiny was not deep, so he could only match the fusion of two mysterious high-level gods, while Qinghuo had fused five types, five and a half to be precise.

The difference between the two is nearly ten thousand times.

What he relies on is only the blessing of fused divine power, his powerful body, and his strange ability to predict the future and inhibit time.

The fusion of seven series of divine power feels a bit insufficient...

Do you want to go to the eighth series?

This is a prison in the Gobada plane, so it would be bad if it attracted Beirut's attention.

While Zhao Jie was thinking, Qing Huo was also keenly aware of the abnormality. His mind was like lightning, and he had an instant understanding.

It turns out that Zhao Jie is just a faggot.

A strong person has the characteristics of a strong person, just like after the mystery is fused, it is almost impossible to separate the mystery and pretend to be a weak person.

Qing Huo instantly raised the long sword in his hand and directly used his special move. A dark red sword light cut through the space, and the gravity shackles were put on Zhao Jie's body. It was Qing Huo's earth god clone who took action.

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Zhao Jie didn't have much. He stood there quietly holding his stick, looking at the dark red sword energy with an extremely dull look. A hand stretched out from nowhere and pinched the sword energy.

Just like squeezing the air, the sharp sword energy disappeared instantly and exploded without setting off any sparks.

Qing Huo's face was solemn, and he saw that the figure of the person who came was exactly the same as Zhao Jie. From that appearance, he turned out to be the deity of the Holy Realm.

Such a strong body...

There's big trouble...

…

"Huh?"

Beirut, who was looking at his grandson, suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. I haven't paid attention to the Gobada prison for thousands of years, but someone's body has reached the main artifact level. Is it because of his own cultivation or...

Lord of light?

A cold light flashed in Beirut's eyes.

ps: 4600 words today.

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