Although he knew that his current thoughts were nonsensical, Chen Luoyang still let himself go with his irresistible thoughts.

Looking at the stone mirror that was closer to the Six Dragon Emperor Chariot under the cover of others, Chen Luoyang was really full of décor.

I think, someone should sacrifice his place to inspire everyone's fighting spirit...

Resolve the Stars?

I might have caught his girl...

Well, you should Qingqing?

Someone here may turn against me because of his mouth, abandoning the darkness and turning to the light...

Chen Luoyang glanced at Xiao Yuntian maliciously from the corner of his eyes.

I have ambitious people here who create convenience for him. I want to kill people with a knife, and the fisherman will benefit and take me instead...

Not to mention, there must be someone with this number of people in the current internal situation of the Demon Cult.

There is someone who works hard to get undercover here, who plays a role at critical moments, and once you are whitewashed, well, maybe you even sacrifice yourself to die just to pave the way for the boy in front of you...

Maybe there is this too.

Chen Luoyang smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart.

My life is still so difficult.

That's what it means.

The world is not worth it...

While his mind was full of random thoughts, Chen Luoyang's face was as stable as Mount Tai.

He seemed to be bored and looked at Xiao Yuntian, Zhang Tianheng and others fighting with Wang Qiyi.

Nie Hua and others did not pay attention to the stone mirror close to the Six Dragon Emperor Chariot.

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

The twelfth level of martial arts is the peak of King Wu, but more importantly, this is the foundation that leads to Emperor Wu, so this level is called Wenyang.

Warm up the true meaning of martial arts that can be manifested outside, so that it can be further condensed and purified.

Until one day we break through the last step, the true meaning of illusory martial arts will be condensed into a real existence.

The strong man who is already standing on the threshold of Emperor Wu is obviously different from the Martial King of Realms and the 11th realm.

Wang Qiyi protects his body with the qi of heaven, and the members of the Demon Cult need to work together to break through.

This is also thanks to the powerful power of the magical skills of the Demon Cult.

After Wang Qiyi was in the tenth realm, facing himself at the twelfth realm, he couldn't even make any splashes.

But the gap that the Demon Cult finally tear opens, as long as Wang Qiyi's magical power flows, he will immediately fill it up and not give him any opportunity to take advantage of it.

When his square and round magic sword fell, except Xiao Yuntian at the eleventh realm, the rest were unable to resist.

With a swing of the ruler, the sword intent is crisscrossed like the principles of law.

It seems not sharp, but it is covered by rules and regulations, making people unable to escape, be controlled everywhere, unable to use force, and completely irresistible.

Just like a child who was enlightened in the school, facing the ruler of the tutor's punishment, he could not resist and could only accept the punishment obediently.

The 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 seems like the dark universe.

The stars in the universe move according to their respective trajectories.

The most dazzling one is undoubtedly the dazzling sun star.

The sun rises and sets, turbulent the world.

A light move that seemed inconspicuous was endless.

Xiao Yuntian used his own cultivation of the Sun-Shang Dafa to the extreme and barely moved one sword light after another.

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

But now, the Six Dragon Emperor Chariot is behind you, where can you run?

Xiao Yuntian had no choice but to resist.

But he was injured, so it was difficult for him to persevere for a long time.

However, Wang Qiyi obviously didn't want to delay.

His mind at this moment has begun to pay more attention to the leader of the Demon Sect in the Six Dragon Emperor Chariot above.

In order to seek a quick battle and a quick decision, Wang Qiyi showed another unique skill in addition to the Fangyuan Sword.

"The way of university is to be clear about virtue, to be close to the people, to stop at the highest good. Knowing the end will lead to concentration, then being calm, then being calm will lead to peace, then being at peace, then being able to think, and then being able to obtain. Things have the root and the end, and things have the beginning and beginning, and knowing the beginning and end, then you will be close to the way..."

Wang Qiyi suddenly exhaled and started to recite the meaning of the scriptures.

Xiao Yuntian suddenly shook when he heard the sound.

The invisible scriptures seemed to turn into chains bound on him, suppressing the power around him and even moving his body.

"...It's a sign!" Xiao Yuntian groaned.

This is a unique skill that Wang Qiyi practiced. It is similar to the technique of sound and killing, and the sword of the square and round method and the qi of heaven and law together to establish his status as a master of the Martial King in the world. It was respected as a guest minister by the Daxia Dynasty.

The three demons of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism are like him.

"If you are new every day, you are new every day, and you are new every day, and you are a new people. Even though Zhou is old, your destiny is only new. Therefore, a gentleman uses everything he wants to do..."

At this moment, when the recitation sounded, Xiao Yuntian not only was his exercise restrained, but his mental thoughts were also disturbed, and his mind was buzzing.

The Fangyuan Magic Sword fell again.

The vision of the movement of the sun, moon, stars and universe suddenly disappeared and was cut by the sword intent like the law.

Xiao Yuntian's figure also fell back, almost unable to stabilize his body in the air.

Zhang Tianheng worked hard to build four sword lights that were buckled against him in the shape of a "well" and sneered at Wang Qiyi: "Shut up, anyone can talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, but you, the old stolen daughter-in-law, are you pretending to be?

I can’t count how many female apprentices you had on the bed back then? You are so open and honest that I don’t talk about you, but I’m still full of moral articles.

I don’t read much, but I know that the four words “Beasts in Clothing” are the most suitable for you, Mr. Wang.”

"I'll teach you a lesson first," Wang Qiyi was not angry and said lightly: "You dare to ramble here, but it's just a dog who relies on the power of others. I think Chen Luoyang can protect you."

He looked up at the Six Dragon Emperor Chariot: "But now it seems that he is a clay Buddha crossing the river and he cannot protect himself."

Zhang Tianheng and others glared at the stone mirror that was about to ascend to the emperor's chariot.

They were also slightly guilty.

Is the leader really...

"Have you had enough fun?"

Chen Luoyang's voice suddenly rang.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

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

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

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

As a result, before they could finish their words, they were interrupted by Chen Luoyang.

"Shut up."

Chen Luoyang said indifferently: "I am talking to others. When will it be your turn to interrupt?"

Everyone was stunned.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Shi Jing's heart.

Then he heard Wang Qiyi, who was already majestic, roaring below: "Are you crazy?!"

A fist.

It penetrated the old scholar's natural spirit of protecting his body.

It was hitting the vital points of his vest.

The fist intention turned into a dragon shape, and the long whistle sound shook the sky.

Fist is the unique skill of the Xia Dynasty royal family and the Kowloon Emperor Fist.

The master of the fist is Li Qian, the eldest prince of the Xia Dynasty.

Shi Jing and Nie Hua were all shocked.

Wang Qiyi himself was attacked, looked in disbelief.

How could it be him?
To be continued...