I seized the Demon Emperor

Although he knew that his current thoughts were nonsense, Chen Luoyang still couldn't control his thoughts and let himself go.

Looking at the stone mirror that was getting closer to the Six Dragon Emperor's chariot under the cover of others, Chen Luoyang was really filled with a sense of déjà vu.

I think about it, someone on his side should sacrifice to inspire everyone to fight...

Jie Xingmang?

I might have captured his girl...

Well, Ying Qingqing?

There may be people on my side who turn against him because of his arrogant words, and turn from darkness to light...

Chen Luoyang glanced at Xiao Yuntian with evil intentions from the corner of his eye.

I have an ambitious person here who creates convenience for him and wants to kill people with a borrowed knife so that the fisherman can benefit. Take me instead...

Not to mention, given the current internal situation of the Demon Sect, there must be someone like this.

I have someone who works very hard as an undercover agent who works hard at critical moments. Once he is cleared, well, he might even sacrifice himself and die, just to pave the way for this kid in front of him...

There might be this one too.

Chen Luoyang smiled to himself in his heart.

I still think life is so difficult.

In response to that sentence.

The world is not worth it...

While he was thinking wildly in his mind, Chen Luoyang's face was as steady as a mountain.

He seemed to be bored as he watched Xiao Yuntian, Zhang Tianheng and others fight against Wang Qiyi.

They didn't pay much attention to Shi Jing, Nie Hua and others who were close to the Six Dragon Emperor's chariot.

At this moment, Wang Qiyi had already unleashed all his cultivation strength.

The twelfth realm of martial arts is the pinnacle of the Martial King, but more importantly, it is the foundation to the Martial Emperor, so this realm is called Wenyang.

Warm up the true meaning of martial arts that can be manifested outside, and make it more condensed and pure.

Until one day, he breaks through the last step, and the true meaning of the illusory martial arts condenses into a real existence.

There is a clear gap between the strong men who have stood on the threshold of the Martial Emperor and the Martial Kings in the tenth and eleventh realms.

Wang Qiyi's energy of heaven protects him, and everyone in the Demon Sect has to work together to break through it.

This is thanks to the powerful magic skills of the Demon Cult.

If Wang Qiyi was in the tenth realm, facing the twelfth realm, he couldn't even make a splash.

However, the demon sect had managed to tear open a small gap. As long as Wang Qiyi's magical power circulated, he would immediately fill the gap without giving any opportunity to take advantage of it.

When his square magic sword fell, everyone except Xiao Yuntian in the eleventh realm was unable to parry it.

With a wave of the ruler, the sword intent criss-crossed like legal principles.

It doesn't seem to be powerful, but it is surrounded by so many rules that it makes it impossible to break free. It is restrained everywhere, unable to use its strength, and completely unable to resist.

Just like an enlightened child in school, facing the punishment ruler of the tutor, he is completely unable to resist and can only accept the punishment obediently.

The flowing wind around Xiao Yuntian's body dissipated a lot.

However, his figure was now shrouded in a hazy light and shadow.

In the light and shadow, it seemed like a dark universe.

There are many stars in the universe, moving according to their own trajectories.

The most dazzling one is undoubtedly the dazzling sun star.

The sun rises and sets, shaking the world.

A seemingly inconspicuous move is actually a huge force.

Xiao Yuntian exerted his cultivation of the Sun Changing Technique to the extreme, barely moving one sword light after another.

If he looked for opportunities to escape like before, he might still have hope.

But now, with the Six Dragon Emperor's Chariot behind him, where could he run?

Xiao Yuntian could only resist stiffly.

It's just that he is injured, so he may not be able to hold on for a long time.

However, Wang Qiyi obviously did not want to delay it any longer.

At this moment, his mind has begun to pay more attention to the leader of the Demon Cult in the Six Dragon Emperor's Chariot above.

In order to achieve a quick victory, Wang Qiyi displayed another unique skill in addition to the Fangyuan Magic Sword.

"The way of a great university lies in being clear and virtuous, in being close to the people, and in striving for perfection. After knowing to stop, there will be concentration. After concentration, one can be still. After being quiet, one can be at peace. After being at peace, one can be concerned. After being concerned, one can gain. Everything has its origin and end, and everything has its origin. If you know the beginning and the end, you will get the shortcut..."

Wang Qiyi suddenly exhaled and recited the meaning of the sutra.

When Xiao Yuntian heard the sound, his figure suddenly shook.

The invisible words seemed to be chains bound to his body, suppressing the movement of his body's power and even his body movement.

"...It's all right!" Xiao Yuntian snorted.

This is a unique skill that Wang Qiyi has mastered. It is similar to the art of sound killing. Together with the Fangyuan Magic Sword and the Qi of Heavenly Law, it has established his status as one of the best martial arts masters in the world. He was respected as a guest minister by the Great Xia Dynasty.

The three demons of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism seem to be headed by him.

"It is new every day, and it is new again and again, and it is a new people. Although Zhou is an old country, its destiny is new. Therefore, a gentleman should do everything to the best of his ability..."

As soon as the recitation sounded, not only was Xiao Yuntian's movement restricted, his mental thoughts were also disrupted, and his mind was buzzing.

Fangyuan's magic sword fell again.

The vision of the sun, moon, stars, and the movement of the universe suddenly dissipated, and was cut through by the sword intent that was as legal as law.

Xiao Yuntian also fell back, almost losing his balance in mid-air.

Zhang Tianheng worked hard to set up the four sword lights that were fastened to him in the shape of a "well", and sneered at Wang Qiyi: "Shut up, you, anyone can talk about benevolence, justice and morality, except you, an old man who stole his own daughter-in-law." , what to pretend to be?

You have lost count of how many female apprentices you have brought to your bed, right? If you act openly and honestly, I won’t criticize you, but you still talk about morality.

I haven't read much, but I know that the words "dressed as a beast" are the most suitable for you, Mr. Wang. "

"You are full of foul language, I will teach you a lesson first." Wang Qiyi did not get angry, and said lightly: "You dare to talk here, but you are just relying on others' power and think that Chen Luoyang can protect you."

He looked up at the six-dragon imperial chariot: "But now it seems that he is a clay Buddha crossing the river, and he can't protect himself."

Zhang Tianheng and others glared at Shi Jing who was about to board the imperial chariot.

They also felt a little guilty.

Is the leader really...

"Have you had enough fun?"

Chen Luoyang's voice suddenly sounded at this time.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

Wang Qiyi said slowly: "Chen Luoyang, stop bluffing..."

Shi Jing looked into the hall through the open door: "Master Chen, I'm sorry..."

Both thought Chen Luoyang was talking to them, so they answered in unison.

As a result, they were interrupted by Chen Luoyang before they finished speaking.

"Shut up."

Chen Luoyang said indifferently: "When I am talking to someone, when is it your turn to interrupt?"

Everyone was stunned.

Shi Jing suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Then he heard Wang Qiyi, who was so majestic before, roared: "Are you crazy?!"

A fist.

It pierced through the natural law that protected the old scholar.

It hit the vital point on his back.

The fist turned into a dragon, and the long roar shook the sky.

The fist was the unique martial art of the Xia Dynasty royal family, the Nine Dragons Emperor Fist.

The owner of the fist was the eldest prince of the Xia Dynasty, Li Qian.

Shi Jing and Nie Hua were all shocked.

Wang Qiyi, who was attacked, looked unbelievable.

How could it be him?

Others might be bribed by the Demon Cult, but how could it be Li Qian, the eldest prince of the Xia Dynasty?

In the fight for the position of crown prince, he was ahead of other brothers and was the first choice for the Xia Emperor to consider as the crown prince.

Even if he wanted to fight for the position of crown prince, or even the throne, he should not cooperate with the Demon Cult.

That was really courting death.

The Demon Cult, which was determined to go north, also aimed at the vast mountains and rivers of the Central Plains.

Li Qian could not fail to understand.

He came to help Shi Jing, Nie Hua, and Jiange, and the result would be better than helping the Demon Cult.

Crazy?

Wang Qiyi's confusion was also everyone's confusion.

Not only Shi Jing and Nie Hua were shocked, but even the members of the Demon Cult were puzzled.

Only Li Qian did not hesitate.

Another punch!

Wang Qiyi roared, endured the pain, and waved the ruler to meet the enemy.

But suddenly there was a blur in front of his eyes.

The opponent's martial arts was no longer the Nine Dragon Emperor Fist.

A flash of knife light appeared.

Cold as the moon.

The knife light disappeared.

The ruler also broke into two pieces.

Wang Qiyi's face was cracked.

But there was no blood flowing out of the crack.

But blood-red ice could be seen.

Nie Hua came to save him with a flying sword.

Moonlight was shining on Li Qian's body, interlacing light and dark, changing from cloudy to sunny.

The sword light disappeared along with the moonlight, as if it was a lunar eclipse.

Li Qian, who was not affected by Nie Hua's attack, continued to strike with a palm.

Wang Qiyi flew backwards.

He knocked a mountain to pieces.

A peak martial king, with strong vitality.

In the dusty ruins, Wang Qiyi raised his head with difficulty.

He looked at Li Qian on the mountain above with a terrifying face.

"Li Qian is not crazy."

The man on the mountain smiled and said, "So he is dead."

The stone mirror was only one step away from the Six Dragon Emperor's chariot.

But he could not take this step no matter what.

"... Senluo Wanxiang Divine Art!" The young man in white stared at "Li Qian" on the mountain below, and said in a hoarse voice: "Demon Fairy, Chen Chuhua!"

"Li Qian" on the mountain bowed to the Six Dragon Emperor's chariot from a distance, and smiled softly: "Meet the leader."

There seemed to be a layer of light mist on him.

The mist shook slightly, and then dispersed.

The tall young man disappeared.

The person who stayed there was a tall girl.

She was still wearing Li Qian's royal robe, and her hair and clothes were dressed like men.

She was 23 or 24 years old, with a beautiful face and a heroic look between her eyebrows.

But her eyes moved slightly, and she naturally revealed a bit of charm.

Wang Qiyi looked at this beautiful woman, but he only felt that his frozen blood became even colder.

Demon Fairy, Chen Chuhua.

The head of the Qinglong Hall of the Demon Cult.

PS: The update was a little late, and I apologize to everyone.