Heavenly Emperor

"call"

A scream was mixed with the sound of the whirring wind, and Xia Qi stood sideways to avoid with his hand. An unknown creature made a blood mark in the air, and then slammed heavily on the cliff wall, suddenly blooming. The weird rose.

Xia Qi retracted his crooked body, along the way up, he saw more of this kind of scenes, he even, once the battle of the war begins, it will be difficult to end, bloody will make people crazy.

The man who punched the creature on the opposite side was almost soaked in blood, his right arm was missing, and the blood was still spraying out, but tears were slowly dripping from his face, and the blood was washed away, his eyes gradually awakened. Relieved, a smile hung from the corner of his mouth: "Qiqi, father...finally...revenge for you."

He knelt down on the ground with his knees soft, and he was breathless in an instant. Only the blood dripped and melted into the earth. Xia Qi walked past him indifferently. The eyes that died still staring at the unknown creature opposite were closed.

Xia Qi kept in mind a sentence that Emperor Ding Demon said to him not long ago: Don't be stingy to give preferential treatment to the dead, and don't generously give mercy to the living.

Xia Qi stepped forward, stepping on the wet ground under his feet. The soil seemed to be stained blood red. Xia Qi shook his head, suddenly his expression changed. He looked up and saw a scream from the depths of the cloud, as if someone had fallen. Falling down in general.

Xia Qi looked up, but didn't move. He just faintly guessed: Presumably the two families of Lich on the mountainside are also going to fight! Shouldn't it be the demon clan or the witch clan that fell from above, or a new force in the fairy world?

"boom"

The clouds were knocked away, and a slender cyan figure fell straight down, with a bone spur inserted between her brows, piercing her head, and it was the big demon merchant sheep of the demon clan.

Xia Qi still vaguely remembered that he had seen her not long ago, his expression was cold and indifferent, he was playing with a hosta at his fingertips, Xia Qi paused, and his figure suddenly rose up, catching Shang Yang's slender body from the bottom up, into his arms. Light as a feather.

She has a beautiful appearance, but a bone spur was pierced into her eyebrows, destroying her original beauty. Xia Qi is not stingy about his preferential treatment to the dead. At any rate, she is a monster of the demon clan, making her fall into a state of disrespect. , It is really miserable.

Xia Qi hugged her with one arm, her body slid down softly before it was stiff, Xia Qi turned around and flew back to Buzhou Mountain, looking for a stone to place her.

She saw that her facial features were all beautiful, but a bone spur on her eyebrows was extremely obtrusive. Xia Qi stretched out his hand to remove the bone spur, and exclaimed: "I didn't expect the war to break out so fast. Within a day, there would be a big demon Death. Really I don’t know how many people are left in the Lich clan in the end, I must not keep one out of ten!"

Throwing the bone spurs aside, Xia Qi turned around and walked, whispering as he walked: "I thought it was the ancestor witch who had suffered casualties. I never expected that the great demon would die first. It seems that the witches are indeed well prepared!"

Before the words fell, a cold voice suddenly came out behind him: "I desperately killed Ancestor Wu Jizi and Qiang Liang, and Xuan Ming was seriously injured, and I didn't die."

Xia Qi stopped and turned around, his eyes were slightly surprised. He clearly felt that this person no longer had the slightest breath of life.

However, after turning around, he saw that Shang Yang was sitting on the rock with his legs bent on his wrists and resting on his knees. He pinched a hosta with his fingertips and shook it up and down. It was obviously shorter. The most important thing was his delicate white forehead. Above, there was no trace of scars, and even the blood stains disappeared.

Xia Qi frowned, thinking that he was in a hallucination, and subconsciously looked at the bone spurs still on the ground, with blood still remaining on it.

Seeing Xia Qi’s gaze, Shang Yang’s cold face became entangled, and finally he said lightly, “Thank you for saving my life. The bone spurs are covered with the power of time of the candle nine yin and suppressed my life. Supernatural powers."

Xia Qi calmed down and said with a smile: "It is rumored that you and the beast Phoenix are very related. It seems that the rumors are not bad!"

The divine beast Phoenix was reborn from the ashes, and his self-healing ability was immortal. Xia Qi had no reason to speculate. Besides, he had indeed heard the rumors.

However, as soon as he said his words, he saw Shang Yang's fingertips rising, and a cold glow hit Xia Qi's heart. Xia Qi's expression was faint, and he stretched out two fingers to clamp the cold light. It was also a hosta, just the color. Reddish, you can obviously feel that the other party is not murderous, but even so, he also feels a little angry, and his voice gradually becomes colder: "What do you mean by this? Do you avenge revenge?"

Shang Yang's face was faint, and he said, "I just want to tell you that Yaozu's talents and supernatural powers are the biggest secret. You can be at ease by killing."

"Also, this hosta is given to you. It is regarded as repaying your life-saving grace." Shang Yang did things neatly. After speaking, the corner of the light blue skirt jumped off the stone, and then rose into the air without any hesitation. Rushed towards the mountainside.

Xia Qi squeezed the hosta in his hand, only feeling the whole body warm, as if there was a ball of fire inside, hot but not burning, and even vaguely felt the sensation of beating.

Xia Qi hesitated slightly, and rose from the ground, and went up the mountain without speaking slowly. He directly followed the pale blue back and flew upwards. The two of them were in the shape of electricity, and they passed through in a flash. .

Xia Qi followed Shang Yang. Before reaching the mountainside, he saw deep in the clouds above, the collision of various colors, like a dreamy space.

Each ray of light is extremely powerful, as if the sky is cracking the earth, and it contains a biting and cold killing air.

Shang Yang, who was in the front, stopped suddenly, looked back at Xia Qi who was following, and said, "I can no longer ignore your existence. I need you to tell me your purpose of going to the mountainside."

"Frankly speaking, our monster race has the advantage now. Therefore, I will not allow any accidents to happen. If you go up the mountainside to snatch that great good fortune, I will choose to stop you."

"You have the advantage?" Xia Qi was taken aback, and asked aloud: "Are you sure?"

Shang Yang's face turned cold, and he said lightly: "I don't have to lie to you, the monster race is already stronger than the witch race, why not have an advantage?"

Xia Qi didn't explain too much, and said: "What I promised is Nine Cauldrons. It will never change. As long as you have a demon in the world, I won't be tempted to snatch it. Otherwise, I don't mind reaching out and picking it up. ."

Shang Yang's cold eyes drooped, looking at Xia Qi quietly, suddenly turning around and walking into the depths of the glazed glazed clouds, and a word was passed down faintly.

"I hope so, I really don't want to fight you to death."

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