In the world of cultivating immortals, people can fight with everyone on equal terms.

"Then it depends on whether you, Emperor Fumeng, have the strength."

The figure who was called the Thirteen Thrones by Emperor Fumeng smiled slightly, and when he raised his hand, layers of void collapsed, like an unknown giant beast from the void, opening its huge mouth, as terrifying as it wanted to devour everything in the world.

Emperor Fu Meng sneered and waved his hand. The color of the sky and the earth changed. Thousands of thunders rumbled and swept towards the figure on the throne.

However, when thousands of thunders were about to bombard the Thirteen Thrones, the void formed between the Thirteen Thrones' raised hands instantly erupted with terrifying suction force, swallowing up all the thousands of Thunders from Emperor Fumeng.

The power of Emperor Fumeng's attack was enough to wipe out countless continents, but after being swallowed by the void formed between the hands of the Thirteen Thrones, there was no wave at all.

Emperor Fumeng's face was solemn. Although he looked down on the Thirteenth Throne of the Seventy-Two Demon Temples, he had real skills in his hands.

"If Emperor Fumeng's strength is only like this, then it seems that Emperor Fumeng's name will be removed from this world today." The Thirteenth Throne's words were relaxed and casual, and he pushed his palm forward, and the words that burst out from his hands were The black hole seemed to have turned into a huge black ball that covered the sky and the sun, and was suppressing the Emperor Fumeng.

"My name is Fu Meng, which means that after the thunder and lightning, all evil spirits turn into a floating dream!" Emperor Fu Meng couldn't help but snorted coldly as he stared at the huge black ball that was constantly approaching.

As the words fell, the thunder dragon behind Emperor Fumeng rushed into his body. The terrifying lightning exploded on Emperor Fumeng at this moment, overwhelming the nine heavens and ten earth.

At this moment, the power of thunder turned into two long knives that flashed with thunder and cut through the sky in the hands of Emperor Fumeng.

The two long knives turned into two long rivers in the hands of Emperor Fumeng, slashing towards the huge black ball.

boom! ! !

With a loud bang.

The body of the Floating Dream Emperor turned into a meteor and smashed towards the boundless thunder field.

"Damn it, why am I so good that I can't even kill the thirteenth ranked guy in the Seventy-Two Demon Temples?"

The Fumeng Emperor, whose body kept falling, the strong wind kept roaring in his ears, and his vision gradually blurred, was filled with unwillingness.

Fortunately, this is a void space, and the people of Wuliang Lei Territory have already been transferred to the world of his friends.

It's just a pity that I couldn't defeat the Thirteenth Throne of the Seventy-Two Demon Temples. Now I have to take the first step and hinder the fellow Taoists guarding the Eternal Continent...

"I said, the Eternal Continent cannot resist the overwhelming trend of the seventy-two Demonic Temples in the Demonic Abyss. Only after its destruction, it will become a paradise for many creatures in our Demonic Abyss." The Thirteenth Throne looked at the falling Emperor Fumeng, He said with a slight smile.

"This place is so lively, and Mr. Li also came to join in the fun."

Just when Emperor Fumeng was in despair, a chuckle rang out.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Fumeng felt that his body was being lifted up by a gentle breeze. Relying on this gentle breeze, Emperor Fumeng also stabilized his figure.

Then Emperor Fumeng took a closer look.

I saw a young man in green shirt appearing next to him with a smile.

"Who are you?" The Thirteenth Throne looked at the figure in blue shirt who suddenly appeared, and the figure was a little surprised.

But it was just surprise.

Because except for Qin Tianyi, the rest of the Eternal Continent are either on par with him, or they are no match for him.

"Who are you?" Emperor Fumeng looked at Li Zhoujun with some doubts.

Li Zhoujun smiled and said, "I'm Li Zhoujun."

"Fu Meng, thank you Brother Li for the rescue." Emperor Fu Meng was grateful.

"Li Zhoujun?" The Thirteenth Throne muttered, "I have never heard of this name."

"Is your name important? Li doesn't know your name either." Li Zhoujun said to the Thirteenth Throne with a smile.

The Thirteenth Throne smiled and said: "Of course I don't deserve to know my real name. I am the thirteenth in the Seventy-Two Demon Temples. Just call me the Thirteenth Throne, or the Thirteenth Throne."

"A unique title." Li Zhoujun smiled.

The Thirteenth Throne chuckled in appreciation: "It's quite calm. Now that I, the first throne of the Seventy-two Demonic Temples, have been suppressed by Mr. Qin, I am the head of the Seventy-two Demonic Temples.

The order of the seventy-two thrones in the Seventy-two Demon Temple is not based on strength. I think that my strength is no worse than the first throne. "

"Mr. Qin?" Li Zhoujun narrowed his eyes slightly, "Qin Tianyi?"

"It's him, why, you didn't know?" The Thirteenth Throne was a little surprised.

Li Zhoujun felt helpless: "...this old man."

"Okay, enough chatting. I'll send you on your way early. Don't worry, your soul origin will be sifted by me, so that you can leave cleanly and completely." Thirteenth Throne He smiled slightly, and then slapped his palm hard on the armrest of the throne. Several big black balls appeared, surrounding Li Zhoujun and Emperor Fu Meng, and forced them towards the two of them.

Emperor Fu Meng said to Li Zhoujun with a solemn expression: "Fellow Taoist, although we are strangers, we can be considered dead in the same year, the same month and the same day. It would be good for us to be companions on this Huangquan Road."

Li Zhoujun: "..."

At the same time, several huge black balls kept approaching Li Zhoujun and Emperor Fumeng. Li Zhoujun also directly chose to be 50/50 different from the Thirteen Thrones. With a wave of his sleeve, the mighty divine power swept over like an overwhelming mountain. When it came out, the black balls couldn't move forward at all.

Emperor Fumeng's eyes flashed when he saw this: "Taoist friends are so powerful, I can't stop even one of these black balls!"

The Thirteenth Throne was also a little surprised at this time: "Some strength."

After the words fell, the Thirteenth Throne's palm fell heavily on the armrest again.

The several black balls that were blocked by Li Zhoujun suddenly grew in size again, covering the sky and the sun, enough to cause the collapse of the world.

However, under Li Zhoujun's resistance, these black balls that covered the sky and the sun still could not move forward at all.

The Thirteenth Throne frowned and realized the seriousness of the problem.

"I didn't expect that there is such a master hidden in the Eternal Continent." The Thirteenth Throne's voice had lost its previous contempt and became extremely solemn.

"What other means do you have? Just use them. Li Tongtong will accept them all." Li Zhoujun smiled at the Thirteenth Throne.

"Haha, Li Zhoujun, is it?" The Thirteenth Throne smiled, "I have wasted a lot of time here, so let's stop here today, and we will meet again."

After the words fell, the Thirteenth Throne withdrew his magical powers, and the world returned to peace, and the Thirteenth Throne's figure disappeared.

"Benefactor!"

Emperor Fumeng bowed to Li Zhoujun without saying anything.

Li Zhoujun hurriedly helped Emperor Fumeng up: "Actually, I came here to ask for something important."

Emperor Fumeng was stunned, then laughed: "No matter what, I agree, but benefactor, you have to accompany me to get drunk for three days and three nights!"

Li Zhoujun smiled slightly: "Okay."

On the other side.

The Saint of Virtual Reality was searching for the Infinite Thunder Domain with a grunt. While cursing Li Zhoujun in his heart, he had to pray that even if Li Zhoujun broke his arms and legs, he would never die before him, otherwise he would be sorry for Mr. Qin.