Heavenly Emperor

The Zhentian Pavilion vacated, the fierce aura enveloped all directions, and the whole body was full of cold aura vacated in the sky, the sun was covered, the light was blocked, and the sky was hazy like another world.

Above the ruins of the Purple Cloud Palace, the entire space seemed to be locked, as if the former Sacred Land entered The Underworld from the former Sacred Land.

Zhentian Pavilion is about two meters wide and about six or seven meters long. It doesn't have the majesty of hundreds of feet, but the fierce aura makes the skin rise and the heart contracts.

Xia Qixuan was above the ruins, and there was no wave in his heart. Although he was not as powerful as Hongjun, today is not a battle of life and death. He is indeed as he said, just wanting to give it a try.

Try to see how big the gap with Hongjun is, and how powerful this weapon is.

Therefore, Xia Qi did not take the initiative to attack, or he could not take the initiative to attack at all. Although the long weapon seemed to feel the situation of the battle at this moment, the weight was slightly relieved, but in general it was still heavy. Heaven.

Therefore, Xia Qi's long weapon is on his shoulders, his hands are on the sides of the long weapon, a leisurely appearance, faintly watching the Zhentian Pavilion release a murderous aura, vomiting in all directions, the terrifying and cold coercion crushed Zixiao. Debris of the palace.

"clang"

There was a sudden sound in the Zhentian Pavilion, shocking the sky, and the coffin lid gently opened a gap. Suddenly, a vast and cold breath spread out, and the remaining debris on the wall was turned into fly ash.

Hongjun's expression was very cold against the ray of light. His body gradually lifted into the air. He tapped the coffin lightly on his toes. The coffin trembled lightly and then fell straight down. Hongjun coldly said, "Pay the price for your arrogance! No! Take your life, I have trouble sleeping and eating."

"Boom Rumble"

Mountains and rivers crumbled, debris flying across, dozens of feet of stones splashed in all directions, the sky was trembling slightly, Zhentian Pavilion lived up to its name, there should be the power of Zhentian.

However, Xia Qi still raised his head with no fear in his eyes. The long weapon on his shoulder almost crushed him, but it also gave him a strong sense of security.

The Zhentian Pavilion was suppressed, and the void shattered like a spider web. This world seemed to be about to collapse. The terrible fluctuations caused the land below to collapse.

Xia Qi was still floating in the same place, his clothes fluttering, and his whole person seemed to be an independent world, oppressed by the sky, a fearless God of War.

"call"

Xia Qi took a deep breath, the current surging in his body, he looked at the Zhentian Pavilion that was about to press on top of his head, grabbed the end of the long weapon with both hands, and suddenly shouted: "Get out of here!" sky.

Qi and blood surged in his body. At this moment, Xia Qi seemed to hear the sound of tearing his own muscles, but he also felt a feeling of flesh and blood blending, and his fighting spirit was boiling.

"boom"

The long weapon was splayed out of Xia Qisheng's shoulders. With just this movement, the sky was trembling slightly.

"Boom"

The simple and unpretentious blow of the long weapon hit the side of the Zhentian Pavilion. At this moment, even the weakest back soil in the field has Sage’s Cultivation Base, but all of them are deaf, and they can’t receive a trace of ears. sound.

You can only see the scorching silver brilliance suddenly blooming on the long weapon, and then you can see that the town hall is sunken by the naked eye.

Hongjun couldn't hear any sound in his ears, as if watching a silent film, his facial expression changed little by little, gradually turning from cold to surprise, then shocked, and his mouth widened little by little.

Zhentian Pavilion, suppressing the heavens and suppressing the sage, the first fierce and evil treasure under Heavenly Dao, is powerful or even not weaker than the Pangu banner, but at this moment it seems to be paper.

Moreover, this is not over yet, the depression is only the beginning, and even Xia Qi never expected that he originally thought that most Zhentian Pavilion would be knocked into the air.

"boom"

Suddenly, all the sounds turned into a loud noise, and all the sounds were covered by this sound. The Zhentian Pavilion was actually crushed and shattered into powder in the sky, just like that lonely firework.

What is the first fierce and evil treasure under Heavenly Dao? What is forged by the Heavenly Dao god and demon Blood Essence. There is no resistance at all in front of the long weapons.

The eyebrows of the big fairy raised eyebrows were about to bulge out, and the indifferent in the past was left behind by him. He only felt a kind of shock, a kind of disbelief, how could this be possible?

After the treasure reaches a certain level, it will basically not be crushed by Magic Treasures of the same level. It can only knock down the level, and cannot even leave too deep scars.

However, at this moment, this weapon, and the weapon shaft hits the side, not the sharpest weapon tip piercing.

"This weapon needs to be heaven-defying!" Raised eyebrows and the immortal panted, a look of envy suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Houtu's whole person trembled a little with excitement, and the color in his eyes was flying, this is the man, this is the domineering.

A weapon smashed the Zhentian Pavilion, Xia Qi clearly heard the sound of his arm bones shattering, and his arms were soft and unable to use his strength. Fortunately, when he became a holy, he accumulated too much vitality in his body, and the vitality surged to repair. With his scars.

However, it was too late. Xia Qi was completely weightless, clutching the tail of the weapon with both hands, and he fell to the ground.

And the three of them all looked at him with a bit of dementia. The enemy didn't expect to do anything. He didn't expect to help, so their dull eyeballs followed Xia Qi's figure and looked towards the ground.

"boom"

The frozen space of Zhentian Pavilion that had not disappeared was smashed in an instant, the earth trembled violently, and the space where the Zixiao Palace was located began to collapse crazily.

"This...what...is it!" Hongjun muttered to himself as if stupidly, without noticing that the own layer of the sky was slowly collapsing, and he couldn't bear the weight of the long weapon at all.

This long weapon is so heavy that it makes people shudder and shudder, and it can't be described with an accurate numerical value.

"Houtu, let Yangmei grab the things for me, I'll wait for you below!" Xia Qi's voice gradually drifted away, roaring like thunder.

At this moment, he was surprised, happy, and sad. This thing was strong, but it was too difficult to control.

"boom"

The sky poured out, the debris was waste, and the purple palace completely ceased to exist and turned into yesterday’s yellow flowers. Hongjun’s pupils reflected the doomsday-like scene, but the whole person still did not react, but the expression on his face had gradually gradually changed. Distorted.

However, before he went mad, the raised eyebrow fairy who had received the news stepped over to him and asked in a low voice, "Where is your precious rock?" The voice was quite bewildering.

Hongjun was still a little dazed, and he stretched out his finger behind him idiotically.

On the other side, Houtu had already chased Xia Qi quickly, and his eyes were a little shocked, so the First Stage sky was so broken.

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