Above the pagoda.

The altar leads the demon emperor in despised the world.

Before his true body came, his will had already peeked at Qianyuan.

The saint can look down on the great world, while the emperor is even more terrifying and can look up to the heavens.

I remember that when the Demon Emperor lived high in the Primitive Demon Palace, he could see the situation in the bottomless abyss.

Now, I am the same, watching Qin Li's every move.

"Your name is Qin Li, right?"

The sound of the demon echoes the world and is breathtaking.

Qin Li stepped on Taiyi Gourd: "I dare to ask seniors, what advice do you have?"

"I see that you are in great luck, and the Qianyuan will be destroyed. You might as well defect to the Demon Realm. I will not treat you badly."

Those who can become emperors are all open-minded as the sea. Even if Qin Li ruined many good things, he would not be resentful.

Or he has never regarded Qin Li as his enemy because Qin Li is too weak.

"Qianyuan will win!"

Qin Li repeatedly said this sentence.

The saint of Shanhai shook his head: "Do you still not recognize the reality?"

The Demon Saint of Baishen laughed and said, "As long as Your descending comes and tearing apart the barriers of the Emperor's power, it will be as easy as turning back. At that time, all living beings in Qianyuan will sink."

Hearing words.

In the world of sway.

Countless monks and creatures had pale faces.

Attacking the city is the best, attacking the heart is the best, and Qianyuan's fighting spirit is destroyed in one sentence.

Extremely far away!

On Yuanzhou Fengshen Platform.

The nine saints were sweating coldly on their foreheads.

Before the sacrifice to heaven officially begins, can Qianyuan not hold on?

A group of geniuses behind him were so scared that their legs trembled, their faces were ashen, and their waists were shaking.

Yuanzheng was the most anxious. He stood on the 82nd floor of the Fengshen Platform with his wisdom willow branches. Looking at the miserable situation, many uncles and uncles died tragically. Jiujie Saint Knife sacrificed his life for justice, and two tears came out of his cheeks.

"Qianyuan will win!"

Qin Li always said this.

Beichen Linglong felt the depressed anger in his heart.

The saints of mountains and seas, the saints of all kinds of destruction, are sneering at them, as if they are looking at fools.

Mo Yaorao stood proudly, pointed at Qin Li's forehead, and chuckled, "Are you crazy about gaining and losing your heart? You can't see Qian Yuan on the verge of despair."

"Qianyuan will win!"

Qin Li's eyes were cold and he took out the Shengshang Sword.

He activated the second magical power, and a dreamy ephemeral bloomed above the holy sword.

"Not good!" The two saints had seen the power of this flower. Now seeing each other again, their faces changed drastically and they hurriedly retreated.

"Walk!"

Qin Nitian was shocked.

No one knows the cruelty of the second magical power better than him.

Without saying a word, he hugged Mo Yaorao strongly, and pulled his brother-in-law to the sky, staying away from the Futu Demon Island.

"Qin Nitian, what are you doing..."

The demon Yaorao was about to get angry.

boom!

A sun burst.

The horror of the sound has spread to hundreds of small worlds.

All the monks in the heavens were confused and looked at the world of Posa.

The dazzling holy light shines on the eight desolates and the horrors of the world, and the murderous intent pours back into the world inside and outside.

Qin Li moved.

Raise the holy sword and shoot it out strongly.

The ephemeral blooms, and thousands of years are a moment, and the holy path remains.

The Holy Sword Exploded on the spot, and the Holy Dao Law inside it shattered, in exchange for a destructive blow that was almost like the Tao.

I saw a magic light shooting out, like an immortal rainbow, deriveing ​​billions of runes, crushing the eternal, and terrifying all living beings.

Among them, countless scenery is reflected, surrounding 100,000 gods and demons, and reciting the devil's way.

This blow.

Showing the style of the devil.

Even the Black Demon Emperor exclaimed.

The original chaos of the battlefield was silent, and everyone was watching the magic light.

This is the great power obtained by offering sacrifices to the great holy weapon, and in the blink of an eye, it spans 200,000 miles.

It is as powerful as the Buddha Demon Island, as fragile as a paper-paste empty shell, strongly torn apart by the Holy Sorrow Demon Light, and millions of demon troops were shattered.

No matter the demon king or the demon marquis, they all turn into blood mist and their souls are torn apart.

The magic light moves forward.

It also tore the source of all demons in the core.

This starry sky fortress and the battle formation mothership have completely become a waste.

"I was a little angry when I fell into your hands again." The Demon Emperor's voice was no longer happy or sad, but mixed with anger.

Because the Holy Demon Light destroyed and destroyed, it collapsed and led to the altar.

Thorn...

After a long split sound.

The huge Buddhist demonic path was split in half.

This amazing scene scared countless monks to suffocate their hearts and their eyes widened.

"Qianyuan will win!"

Qin Li stands proudly, always saying one sentence.

Now let’s talk about it, another flavor has an undeniable flavor.

Beichen Linglong looked at the man with his heart pounding, and he felt the light shining brighter than the sun.

"He is so exaggerated that he can kill the holy with just Dharma appearance."

The demon Yaorao was so scared that her face turned pale.

Qin Nitian said:

"He is a monster, please stop provoking him!"

"I agree with my brother-in-law."

Demon Miejue nodded with deep understanding.

His first encounter with Qin Li was just the seventh level of Nirvana.

Now that he is the emperor's son, he is only at the fifth level of Dharma image, but he is already at the ninth level of Dharma image and is about to pass the tribulation.

"Qianyuan will win!"

"Qianyuan will win! Qianyuan will win!"

Countless Qianyuan monks were encouraged and shouted in unison, becoming more brave.

Qin Li felt that a force was brought into his body, which was the power that the people wanted and the power of sentient beings that he had always longed for.

“Beautiful job!”

The Holy Lord of Sun and Moon and the Holy Lord of Thunder are coming.

They hold imperial weapons, wander around barriers, and help weak places.

Just now, they rushed to kill.
To be continued...