The Dragon from Hell

As Qinglang's voice fell, the mark on Zhongli's forehead also lit up at the same time.

While Zhongli was confused, Qinglang's figure disappeared and entered Zhongli's inner world.

The inner world that was originally overdrawn by the summoning array was instantly full of spiritual power. Zhongli's self-explosion ended, and when he looked up again, he was full of hostility.

The Xuanyuan clan had been stationed in the demon world for thousands of years, and was contaminated with the breath of the extreme cold abyss, which also made Zhongli look full of evil at this moment.

Although he didn't know why, Zhongli still said silently: "Thank you, senior."

"You don't have to thank me." Qinglang spoke, and his words were not as obscure as the lion god, and his tone and emotions could not be heard: "I feel your obsession."

In this case, there is no need to say more.

Zhongli looked up and looked at Huang Qisi, who was wrapped in dark gold in front of him, with an unprecedented firmness in his eyes: "Now, it's the real decisive battle."

Both of them have already formed a pill, and their summoned spirit beasts have also come as invited.

At this moment, it is the peak of this arena.

Inside the ring, the mountains, rivers, and plants moved with it, and the frost and snow from the Abyss of Extreme Cold instantly covered the entire ring, and Huang Qisi was not to be outdone.

Although he failed to stop Zhongli from making a pact, he didn't think Zhongli could beat him with the Blue Wolf.

He was a Seven-turn Golden Pill, and a top-level White Tiger Spirit Bone. No matter how you look at it, his chances of winning were greater than Zhongli's.

The higher the talent, the more and stronger the power you can borrow from your summoned beast.

The lion versus the lone wolf, the former is solemn and sacred, and the latter is desperate.

The collision between the Mingwang Holy Realm and the Abyss of Extreme Cold is far more beautiful than imagined.

The two blended, and the breath from another world hit Qin Feng.

He stared at Zhongli's figure, and saw that the latter was covered in blood, but his eyes were an unquenchable flame. He suddenly felt that he should have made the right bet.

After this ring, this young man will be among the top of the immortal gate as a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect.

Regardless of winning or losing, the immortal gate will remember his name.

Just like myself in the past.

There is indeed a certain gap between him and Huang Qisi, after all, there is a whole golden elixir difference between the two of them.

But before today, in the eyes of everyone, the gap between them is far more than this golden elixir.

Miscellaneous spirit bones and white tiger spirit bones, the beast control sect and the Xuanling sect.

Just put these two together, no one would have thought that the competition between the two has reached the point of being evenly matched.

What is the difference of only one golden elixir?

No one would have thought that in the hundreds of years of practicing in the sect, what Zhongli had experienced to narrow the gap like a chasm to only one golden elixir.

And the people present couldn't figure out what was driving Zhongli, making him fall again and again, and then stand up again and again.

His eyes were full of blood, but Qin Feng saw the "obsession" mentioned by Qinglang.

Everyone only remembered that there was a golden elixir difference between Zhongli and Huangqisi, and the match seemed to be without suspense, even though Zhongli was already shocking enough.

But they all ignored that the two had already exhausted their spiritual power at this time, and now they were fighting with the power given to them by the summoned spirit beasts.

And the spiritual power that the summoned beasts could give them, in addition to their own cultivation, depends on who has a deeper bond.

Huangqisi's eyes were full of desire for power, and Zhongli's eyes were full of resolute obsession.

This obsession made the young man desperate to fight for everything.

He knew that if he lost, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

He couldn't lose, let alone admit defeat.

When a person's obsession with victory is strong enough, the outcome is basically doomed.

The moment Zhongli stepped on Huangqisi, the latter's spirit bones were frozen by the coldness of the extreme cold abyss, and the connection with the inner world was instantly cut off.

The golden light around him dissipated, leaving only a blank face.

Perhaps Huang Qisi himself did not expect that his arrogance at the beginning and his arrogance later would lead him to defeat.

Amid the uproar around him, Qin Feng looked at Huang Qisi, wondering if he was regretting why he did not kill Zhongli at the beginning.

He had the opportunity to kill him with one blow, but he chose to kill him and destroy his heart.

But now, he is the one whose heart is destroyed.

What a drama!

"You lose."

When one party completely loses its fighting power, the ring automatically determines that Huang Qisi has lost.

A white light came on, and the two were sent out of the ring at the same time.

The people of Xuanling Sect flew up at the first time and took over the seriously injured Huang Qisi.

The latter looked at the sky blankly with dull eyes, and kept muttering to himself: "I lost, I actually lost..."

It is difficult for him to accept this fact now. If he can't get out of it, this will become a road on his path of cultivation.Heart demon.

Gusu He did not look at it again. When Huang Qisi was stepped on, he turned around and left, and no one else stopped him.

This time, not only Lingxu Sect, but also the people of Xuanling Sect were in big trouble.

Jiang Zeyuan stepped down immediately, his face was red and white, and he seemed to be brewing great anger.

But when he saw Zhongli covered in blood, he suddenly couldn't say a word.

He opened his mouth and finally spit out only four words: "Let's go back."

Jiang Zeyuan seemed to have aged all of a sudden, and his smooth flattery disappeared in an instant.

Perhaps in order to protect this disciple, no one has ever heard of Zhongli's name in these years, but they are more concerned about how Jiang Zeyuan, the former pride of heaven, is now sophisticated.

Zhongli opened his mouth and wanted to smile at his master, but before he could open his mouth to say anything, the whole person lost and left, falling backwards.

However, just after the contract, he overdrew the power of the blue wolf, and now he has exhausted all his strength.

Before Jiang Zeyuan could react, a figure had already caught him first.

Jiang Zeyuan looked up and met Qin Feng's eyes: "Elder Jiang, Zhongli is seriously injured. If he is not treated quickly, his bones will be damaged."

Now Zhongli has finally made the immortal sect remember his name. If his bones are damaged, the waves he caused today will soon become a small ripple and disappear in the rolling river of history.

Jiang Zeyuan was a little surprised. He never expected Qin Feng to suddenly stand up.

Although Zhongli defeated Huang Qisi, the people from all the sects present, big and small, avoided the master and disciple.

This ordinary bone cultivator actually wanted to help them?

"Don't worry, little brother. I..."

"Although Wuxiang Sect also has doctors to treat him, do you have the herbs that Zhongli needs now?"

Before Jiang Zeyuan refused, Qin Feng spoke up with a firm tone: "Whatever you want, Wuyou Mountain has it."

Zhu Xing arrived at this time, just glanced at Qin Feng, and without asking anything, he said to Jiang Zeyuan: "Elder Jiang, I'm afraid no one can help Zhongli better than my master at this time."