The Strongest Qi Refiner

Mo Qian came back to his senses and looked at Youying.

"You need to remove Mo Qingtian's..." Mo Qian said.

"No, I have already said that you must hand over the Emperor's Fist before I release it." Youying said coldly.

After hearing this, Mo Qian's expression turned ugly.

Quan Zhan and Su Bai looked at each other.

"Grandpa, we're all here now. He probably won't regret it. Just do what he says!" Su Bai advised.

Mo Qian looked at Mo Qingtian.

Mo Qingtian shouldn't have been too obvious at this time.

However, Fang Yu's appearance disrupted his plan and made him feel anxious and anxious.

"Father, please give him the Emperor's Fist. I believe...he will not break his promise." Mo Qingtian also said.

Mo Qian's face changed slightly and he was about to speak.

"Wow, brother Qingtian, you seem to trust the kidnapper." Fang Yu suddenly said, "Aren't you afraid that the kidnapper will take away the Fist of Emperor and kill you when he turns around?"

Mo Qingtian's expression changed.

The last thing he wanted to see was Fang Yu speaking!

"He just wants to get the Emperor's Fist! If he wants to deal with us demons, there is no need to go around in so many circles!" Mo Qingtian gritted his teeth and said, "Now that the matter has come to this, we should be more decisive and stop wasting time!"

"This is the Immortal Realm of Divine Destiny. The longer I stay here, the more dangerous it will be!"

"That's right! Stop wasting everyone's time!" Su Bai immediately agreed.

Quan Zhan said nothing, just stared at Mo Qian.

Mo Qian took a deep breath and raised his left palm.

"Buzz buzz..."

His left palm glowed with light.

The two shadows also looked directly at Mo Qian.

"Old Mo, I suddenly have a question." Fang Yu turned to look at Mo Qian.

Mo Qian's face changed slightly and he replied: "My lord, you can speak directly."

"You said earlier that the entire demon race is not worthy of the Emperor's Fist, so you think that the Emperor's Fist has no real value no matter how strong it is." Fang Yu said with a faint smile.

"...I do think so." Mo Qian gritted his teeth and said.

"Why haven't you thought about...let me try? After all, I am also the successor of the ancestor of the demon clan. Maybe my bloodline can match this emperor's fist?" Fang Yu said with a smile.

After hearing this, Mo Qian had no reaction, but the expressions of Mo Qingtian, Su Bai and Quan Zhan changed drastically!

No matter what, in today's situation, the Emperor's Fist must be handed over!

Otherwise, not only will the bloodline transformation plan collapse, but the members of the God Clan in front of us will also attack the entire Demon Clan!

Originally they were just cooperating in acting...but if they don't get the Fist of the Emperor, the members of the God Clan will have to fake it for real!

Mo Qian's expression also changed.

He didn't expect that Fang Yu would say such words at such a juncture!

Let's say it in front of those two shadows!

Whether the successor of the ancestor can be worthy of the God's Fist... Mo Qian has not never considered this.

The Fist of the Emperor is the imperial weapon of the Heavenly Demon Emperor. Logically speaking, only members of the Heavenly Demon lineage can match it.

But the successors of the ancestor possess the blood of the ancestor of the demon clan. In essence... it is a purer demon clan bloodline than that of the Heavenly Demon Emperor!

But even so, it doesn't mean that you can match the God's Fist!

After all, the Heavenly Demon Emperor is a junior to Wandao Prime Demon, and the imperial weapons he creates may not necessarily be upwardly compatible.

Of course, taking a step back, the possibility exists.

It is also reasonable for the successor of the founder to try to use the Fist of the Emperor.

However, the timing was not right.

If Mo Qingtian didn't do this, Mo Qian could have let Fang Yu try to get in touch with the Emperor's Fist.

But something happened to Mo Qingtian, and this option no longer existed.

Because Mo Qian didn't think Fang Yu was strong enough to fight against the entire God Clan!

Even if Fang Yu could really exert 100% of the power of the Emperor's Fist, it wouldn't be enough to fight against the entire God Clan!

As long as this premise exists, Mo Qian can only choose to hand over the Emperor's Fist in exchange for Mo Qingtian's life.

Especially in this case, he didn't need to think about whether this matter was directed and acted by Mo Qingtian to force him into the palace or had other motives.

Even if Mo Qingtian really used this opportunity to force him into the palace, he could only hand over the Emperor's Fist!

Because, after these days of thinking, Mo Qian desperately discovered that... apart from carrying out bloodline transformation and eliminating the bloodline hatred between the gods and gods, there is no other way to allow the demon clan to continue.

Among the demon clan, only Mo Qingtian has the ability to execute this plan.

At the moment, facing Fang Yu's question, Mo Qian's expression changed, and he didn't know how to answer it for a moment!

He respects Fang Yu very much and recognizes Fang Yu's strength.

But the Gods are too powerful.

Regardless of whether Fang Yu is a peak Immeasurable Golden Immortal, a Supreme Immortal, or even an Immortal Emperor... in his opinion, it is impossible to defeat the current Gods.

"Hahaha, don't be nervous, Old Mo, I was just kidding." Fang Yu patted Mo Qian's shoulder again and said with a smile, "Since the Emperor's Fist is the imperial weapon of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, the bloodline is likely to be the same as the Emperor's. I’m not a match, after all, I’m not a member of your demon lineage.”

"Hurry up and hand over the Emperor's Fist. I'll be there to protect you."

After saying these words, Fang Yu took a step back.

Mo Qingtian, Quan Zhan and Su Bai all breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Qian closed his eyes, and a strong light appeared in his left palm.

"Buzz buzz..."

The strong light bloomed, and a powerful and domineering aura spread out, covering the entire world in an instant!