The Taoist priest Zhou Qi injected all his magic power into the jade axe. He no longer controlled the inner alchemy, so he let it spin wildly, and even added a handful of force to it. This state cannot last long, and ordinary people can breathe five or six times to make his alchemy destroy and die.

Zhou Qi hopes that he can gain some time, a little bit is enough. As long as he can hold on to the Jade Axe, he can recover his freedom. The inner alchemy will definitely be severely damaged. It may take dozens or hundreds of years to recover, but he can save his life. After the recovery, he is still a Taoist priest of the gods.

If you can really gain that little precious time, Zhou Qi will still face an unavoidable obstacle - Mu Xingqiu, the Taoist priest of the Gods will no longer call him "little Taoist priests".

Mu Xingqiu's suction power is the same as that of Meng Yuanhou, and comes from his firm will. Both of them practiced the art of defiance and frequently approached the difficulties and insisted on climbing the dangerous peaks that no one could explore. In addition to protecting Bad and Shen Shang, Mu Xingqiu's magic power was not used much. If the jade axe broke later, his strength would be stronger.

Zhou Qi could not allow such a thing to happen, he wanted to solve Mu Xingqiu and the Jade Axe.

The moment Zhou Qi exposes his magic power, Mu Xingqiu understands that the Taoist priest in the Shen is not only injecting magic power into the jade axe, but also pushing the surrounding magic power, demonic power and unclean energy into Mu Xingqiu's body.

Mu Xingqiu has always been carefully controlling his suction power. As long as he can maintain balance and barely protect himself, he will never compete with the Jade Axe for the various forces that are swarming around. Until now, the power he inhaled is less than one percent of the Jade Axe.

"Let me 'help' you!" Zhou Qi threw away the last disguise. His recklessness and abandonment of desire for more than a thousand years was compensated at this moment. His body seemed to double, his eyes were like lightning, and his voice was like thunder. "Mu Xingqiu, you are right, the battle is not over yet! It's time to fight for life and death!"

In just a few words, Mu Xingqiu's body was pouring into his body that was several times his limit. This was not the convergence of rivers, but the water from several rivers flowed into a small pond in a very short time. Mu Xingqiu was a pond. He knew that he could not bear so much power, but he could not stop absorbing it. It would cause the bald mucus shell to lose balance and make Shen Shang lose support.

The whole process was very short. As soon as Zhou Qi finished speaking, the jade axe that inhaled more power exploded. For Mu Xingqiu, this was the moment that determined the life and death of the three people. He immediately stopped suctioning and prepared to vent the excessive power in his body, especially the large amount of unclean energy inside.

Zhou Qi succeeded, and he still had a little magic power left, enough to control the out-of-control inner alchemy. It only takes a short time to cast spells normally. Although it is impossible to reach the level of being focused on the gods, it is enough to kill Mu Xingqiu, who has excessively expanded power.

Neither of them had time to realize their ideas. In that very short moment, something they had not expected happened: after the Jade Axe exploded, part of the absorbed power dissipated in the air, but most of them were divided into two groups. They entered Mu Xingqiu and Zhou Qi's bodies.

Zhou Qi is the greatest source of power of the Jade Axe, and Mu Xingqiu is the biggest competitor. Meng Yuanhou's soul retaliated against these two people at the moment when he lost his tangible shell - all the memories of the soul were solidified in the practice. Naturally, he would not recognize Mu Xingqiu.

It was at this moment that the demon clan who fell from the air saw a radiant wonder, like the appearance of a god and the exertion of the treasures of heaven and earth. For the two people in it, this was an extremely critical moment in the line of life and death.

Next, the wind stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the night was still calm. Thousands of demons and strange beasts fell to the ground, like a hail.

Shen Shang also fell to the ground. Two or three feet later, he found that the suction had disappeared and could cast the spell freely. He immediately turned around, first caught the bald man, and then rushed towards Zhou Qi, thinking that he could help. This choice was a big mistake. Shen Shang made the move to fly up and was pushed away by an extremely powerful force. In just a blink of an eye, he was bounced into the snow a hundred steps away.

Fortunately, the snow was deep enough, Shen Shang jumped out immediately, hugged the bald man and looked up, and didn't even have the heart to ask where the strange demons around him came from.

The demons were resisting on the way to fly, so they all lost a lot of demonic power. Some of them were unable to get up, and they all opened their eyes wide and looked at the two light balls in the air.

The two people in the light group each took different measures to deal with this sudden domineering force.

Zhou Qi once wanted to absorb these powers, but this idea was shattered faster than sparks. The power sent by the soul was not only far beyond his current ability, but also had many strange powers mixed in it. Even for the demon-bearing Taoist priest, it was an impurity like poison.

The strategy of the Shintoshi is to protect Sanda, release all his meridians, let the power pour in, and then freely release them after the body is stirred and mixed. This will cause some serious damage to him, but as long as Sanda is still there, everything can still be saved.

As long as you survive, this is Zhou Qi's most preferred idea.

Mu Xingqiu's three fields were only Niwan Palace, and the Jiang Palace and the Lower Dantian had been destroyed together with the meridians, and the body was filled with flood-like power. He had no other choice except to fight against the second more surging force. At this moment, he was like a woodcutter who was pressed by firewood and could not stand up, and he had to compete with the tiger pounced on the opposite side.

This process didn't last long. Before the mouths of the demons on the ground closed, the light ball in the air disappeared. The two glowing people fell straight down and plunged into the snow without any spiritual aura.

The monsters waited longer, with inexplicable powerful suction, an involuntary flight, and an indescribable strange light. They experienced too many incredible things in a short period of time, and each one was like in a dream, and no one dared to be the first to expose the dream.

Jincuo flew up and fell down a few steps. He lost a lot of demonic power and had not recovered yet. He could only step forward and shouted, "Shen Shang, is there a demon master in front of him?"

Shen Shang turned around and looked at Jincuo who was running over with a blank look on his face, "Yes, there is also the Taoist priest from Wangshan, who brought Bingkui. Why are you here? Am I dreaming or have died? All of this is an illusion of the soul?"

"Everyone is alive." Jincu said sternly, without stopping, running past Shen Shang, and continuing to rush towards the place where Mu Xingqiu fell.

Shen Shang finally realized that only he had received a reminder from the beginning and firmly controlled the inner elixir, so he suffered minimal losses and could cast spells normally. He immediately jumped up and surpassed Jincuo again.

An arm stretched out from the snow in front of him. Shen Shang was shocked and landed dozens of steps ahead of time. He held the bald man with one hand and stopped Jincuo behind him with the other. Although it was in the dark, he could recognize that it was not Mu Xingqiu's arm.

Zhou Qi crawled out, his body covered with snow, his hair was loose, his hairpin was gone, and his beard was tangled into a mess, but he didn't care at all, and he knelt on the ground and groped everywhere like a blind man.

Soon he found what he wanted.

Zhou Qi stood up and laughed loudly. This was a heartfelt laugh, a thousand years of depression. After a while, there was a little more crying in the laughter, "My inner alchemy is the fourth level of God's retention. The Taoist magic spells I have learned more than all the inhaled Taoist priests combined. The demon seed personally taught me the magic that I haven't seen for tens of thousands of years. And you, Mu Xingqiu, actually forced me to this situation."

Too many things that shouldn't have happened, Zhou Qi almost lost his mind and did not notice the demon clan standing around him. He only spoke to one person, who was still lying in the snow without any movement. "But I survived, Mu Xingqiu, who will win and lose in this battle?"

"You lose."

The answerer was not Mu Xingqiu who was motionless, but Shen Shang who was dozens of steps away. "Zhou Zuo, have you forgotten? You admitted that you lost in person."

Zhou Qi then realized that there were many more spectators around him. He turned around in the spot, stretched out his right arm, and slowly grew a sword from his fist with a clenched slash. This is the magic sword of Taoism, which is quaint, "Have I ever admitted losing?"

Shen Shang's face changed, and he secretly complained that he had reacted too slowly. The jade axe was destroyed and his soul dissipated. There was a drop of water from the sword washing pond inside. It was the treasure of Yashan. It was not easy to destroy it. Zhou Qi woke up and looked for water everywhere, but he stood a hundred steps away, wasting a great opportunity.

The Taoist Zhushen, who has the water of the sword washing pool, is there anyone else who is his opponent here? Shen Shang hurriedly grabbed Jincu who wanted to step forward and smiled on his face, "Congratulations to Zhou Shouzu for practicing another powerful technique - he doesn't want to say anything, forgetting in an instant. With this spell, you are invincible in the world."

Zhou Qi walked a few steps towards Shen Shang with a cold face, and suddenly stopped again, "Just because you want to compete with me too? If you want to buy time for Mu Xingqiu, you might as well come in a different way."

Zhou Qi turned around and stretched out his other hand. The dead Mu Xingqiu flew out of the snow and fell into his hands.

"Demon Master!" The demons brought by Jincuo recognized Mu Xingqiu, ran over, and stopped behind the King of Fen.

Realizing that there was no trace of magic power in Mu Xingqiu's body, Zhou Qi was not in a hurry to take action and shouted: "Who else wants to see Mu Xingqiu off? Let's stand up!"

The demon soldiers of the Sacrifice Kingdom did not move, but slowly retreated. If the demonic power had not been lost too much, they would have run away long ago. Only one demon rushed over. It was the prince of the Sacrifice Kingdom. He surpassed Jincuo and other demons and knelt down more than ten steps away from Zhou Qi. "Demon Lord, you are the Demon Lord, and I am the Prince of the Sacrifice Kingdom, here to be loyal to you..."

Zhou Qi waved his sword, stopped the prince's words, turned his head to look at Mu Xingqiu who was holding his hands.

Mu Xingqiu woke up, but he was not dead, but he seemed very weak. He could barely stand with his feet, but he didn't have the strength to break free from the palms that were holding his collar.

Zhou Qi smiled, "What else do you have? Mu Xingqiu, what tricks do you have to defeat me and the Sword Shuichi Shui."

"The illusion of thought of the mind." Mu Xingqiu uttered four words with difficulty and made a move.

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