The crowd was restless and his true energy was aroused. Some people even put their hands on the weapons they were wearing and ready to take action at any time.

Song Qiyuan's expression remained unchanged, but he narrowed his eyes slightly, and what he said made me a little confused,

"After all, it's just a beast under Yu Ke. Don't panic among all the immortals. The good show is about to begin now."

What a good show? What does he want to do?

He didn't let my doubts last for too long, and then the man did something that stunned me.

With a thought, a jade box appeared on his hand, which was full of white. It opened and took out the slender leaves with wisps of black smoke flowing out. The edges were densely serrated, and the dense phobia was absolutely unbearable.

Since he took out the leaf, I had a vague premonition. I was very familiar with this leaf, as if I had described such a plant.

But now I can't remember what it is called or what it is for.

Song Qi had this leaf between his fingers, and the black mist climbed onto his white hands, which looked very strange.

He looked at Zhuque, and his hands formed a skill, his body rose into the air, and his body was still in a place that was level with Zhuque's sight, pulling out his divine sword Cang Jue, which is famous throughout the world of cultivation.

As soon as Cang Juewen pulled out, the air between heaven and earth shook. The sharp sword blade reflected the light of the sky. With the blessing of Song Qiyuan's true energy, the sword light was bursting out, which was so cold.

His fingertips flicked, and the slender leaves shot at the Vermilion Bird quickly like rockets installed behind his butt. The Cangjue sword flowers flew everywhere, and the fast afterimages filled the gap between Song Qiyuan and Vermilion Bird.

Although the Vermilion Bird was locked, it was not a vegetarian. The phoenix eyes burst out with amazing hostility. With a long sound, the clouds and flowers in the sky were shaken away, and purple-red fire was sprayed out from its open beak. Although the amount was small, the heat was amazing enough.

Seeing the purple-red flames coming towards him, Song Qiyuan's expression was not at all panicked, and I even saw the ridiculous curve of his lips.

The premonition of unknown feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger. I stared at the current situation, my heart was in my throat.

Sure enough, Song Qiyuan just used a beam of sword light from Cang Ju to block the high-temperature fire emitted by the Vermilion Bird, and then pointed the sword tip straight at the Vermilion Bird, and the two cold and thin lips opened and closed.

"Binding!"

The movement of the Vermilion Bird stopped just one word, and the black runes engraved on the Vermilion Bird's wings began to appear more clearly, and quickly covered its entire body along its wings.

My heart suddenly tightened, and I watched the blue-black mist turned into the leaves that had just been decomposed by the sword shadow of the Divine Sword Cang Ju, covering the Vermilion Bird.

The moment the mist covered Zhuque's body, it quickly penetrated through the broken wound on its body, and disappeared without a trace in a short while.

Zhuque's body shook violently, making a painful cry, which was hard to bear.

Song Qiyuan's expression was indifferent, and his sword light pointed again, waved at Zhuque, cruelly slapped it onto the altar, and a loud bang hit me beside him.

The stone slabs were cracked and cracked, and the cracks spread under me, making me realize it in an instant.

A red feather flew down and fell beside me, accidentally reflecting my eyes red.

"Get up."

A cold voice resounded throughout the sky. Song Qiyuan had already stopped Cang Jue at this time, and his hands quickly danced in the air to form seals.

The four stone pillars around the altar seemed to respond to Song Qiyuan's voice. The patterns on them lit up one after another, and then thousands of light threads were shot out quickly woven a closed cage above and around the altar, trapping me and Zhuque together.

After doing all this, Song Qiyuan fell back to the ground, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger, but I felt cold all over my body.

"The fight of trapped beasts and the killing of the master of the divine beast, I just think it was a big show that I, Song Qiyuan, gave to all the immortals."

Every word of his words hit my heart and hit my own nerves that were firm.

His tone, expression, resentment in his eyes and a smile that was careless and looked at life like a mustard of grass.

Everything made me feel strange. This is not the protagonist I created, nor is he Song Qiyuan I created.

Why did he become like this?
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