"Go away!"

Yuanzheng shouted.

Qin Li only felt a chill in his back.

He hurriedly activated the incomplete imperial formation and swooped into the small world of Posa.

The Holy Land of Posa broke out in a torrent of Buddha's light, connecting to the Bronze Island, so as not to waste too much time.

"You can really escape!"

A grand voice stirs the world.

It is like a clear spring and a rock flowing up the rock, or like the sound of an ancient temple bell, which stimulates the cultivation of eardrums.

I saw a fairy attacking, not a real person, but a light and shadow transformed by clouds. In an instant, a thousand-faced beauty, and in a blink of an eye, all kinds of charms were like the incarnation of beauty. Wherever I passed, endless nine-colored flowers fell to the ground.

"Aunt Meng!"

Beichen Linglong was overjoyed.

The visitor was the sister of Emperor Piaomiao, the Saint King of Fantasy.

He was once a person who participated in the Emperor's Contest, but he lost to his sister, but he also reached the peak of cultivation and the ninth level of the holy level.

"A lean camel is bigger than a horse. If I hadn't brought the plain-colored ethereal flag, I would have almost touched the Tao." The Holy King of Dreams had long been beyond the entity and was almost like Tao.

In her hand, there was a big flag, intertwining the great road of clouds, creating infinite mist and clouds. Although it was clean and white, it had thousands of changes. Beyond the runes, the power of the emperor flowed.

"Aunt Meng, stop them!" Beichen Linglong exclaimed.

"Sword Emperor Star!"

The Dream Holy King smiled jokingly.

The monks outside the domain basically knew Qin Li's existence.

It is rumored that the head of Sword Emperor Star is worth a holy pill, which has attracted the hearts of the hero.

"Let's sleep! Dreams are liberation, everything is inside." The Holy King of Dreams waved the plain ethereal flag.

In an instant.

The law trembles, the road moves.

The sky is clear for millions of miles, and the clouds and mist are suddenly filled with dreamy glows.

It was like a spring breeze all night, moistening things silently and comforting all living beings. There was also a faint humming sound from afar, like a lullaby of mother.

"not good……"

The old demon Dugu fell to the ground and slept soundly.

Several seniors all had the will of a saint, but unfortunately they could not resist this attack at all.

The girls were even more unbearable and fell asleep as soon as they fell down. Chu Zitan was drooling. Even in the Qingqiong World, all living beings were sleeping.

“Too powerful!”

Qin Li was shocked, but he was awake alone.

This is due to the protection of the Gate of All Wonders and the Hall of Heroes.

"It's really extraordinary, no wonder Linglong never forgets it!" The Holy King of Fantasy Dream was surprised and poked out with his palm. It was clouds all over the sky, and he wanted to capture Qin Li.

"Senior, it would be a shame to bully the small ones by bullying the big ones!"

The Holy Lord Posa came in the air.

He was wearing a golden robe and was already a golden arhat and a king of two tribulations.

This level of cultivation is nothing. The key is a golden portal behind him, which is the gate of Posa.

Among them is the Pure Land of Posa, which extends countless illusions, such as gold Bodhi, glazed glass paving, holy silver mountains, eight heavenly dragons, twelve Jialans, thousands of arhats, Bodhisattvas recite scriptures and hold a golden Buddha, which is the body of the Posa Buddha Emperor.

Once this thing comes out.

The Holy King is not allowed to be presumptuous.

Yunxia's hands are torn apart and cannot be infringed upon.

"Come in!" The Holy Lord Posa reached out and increased his strength.

With a roar, the speed of the bronze path suddenly increased, piercing through the air, blew out high-temperature sparks, and falling into the small world of swaying.

"Dangerous circumstances!"

Qin Li breathed a sigh of relief.

The senior wife and daughter are still sleeping soundly, and they are still sleeping soundly.

"It's ruthless to extract the essence of the dead body and push the imperial weapon!" The Holy King of Fantasy secretly called trouble, and there was no means of restraint for a while.

"Aunt Meng, what should we do?" Beichen Linglong looked at the closing of Posa's small world, then the power of the imperial formation fell into the turbulent strata and headed to Yuanzhou.

"When you go to Yuanzhou, it seems that all the forces of the heavens will gather." The Dream Holy King rolled out an imperial flag and poured out millions of miles of Suyun, took away the fairy mountain outside the sky, and millions of cultivators, and went to Yuanzhou with great momentum.

"fine!"

Mo Yaorao breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the other party kept his promise, otherwise his entire army would be wiped out.

Looking up, the originally lined Holy Light pillars were basically extinguished, which completely marked the complete fall of Qianyuan.

"Let's go to Yuanzhou and reunite with the Black Sky Demon Emperor!"

The Demon Army set out in a mighty manner.

at the same time.

In the small world.

The Bronze Island steadily landed in Buddha land.

Yuanzheng wore a seven-treasure robe, and came with a lotus on his head.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and the master has also reached the fifth level of Dharma." Qin Li couldn't help laughing when he saw his old friend.

Yuanzheng clasped his hands together and smiled and said, "I can't compare to Brother Qin. Now I have the ninth level of Dharma image, and I still have to carve array patterns. Without decades of hard work, I can't be promoted to the sixth level of Dharma image."

The two reminisced about the past.

I can't help but talk about the current situation of Qianyuan.

It was almost one-sided, with no hope of counterattack.

"Stop sighing, your bronze island is too big. If you can crush the forest, please follow me and stop on the Chonglou Plain."

Qin Li started Bronze Island.

But it did not disturb the sleep of relatives and friends.

Recently, everyone has been nervous and it is rare to have a sleep.

Follow Yuanzheng and you can reach a vast plain with gold covered with vast and gorgeous ground, which has now been transformed into a refugee camp.

There were thousands of mortal monks gathered here, and there were noisy people, their heads spread out, filled with a breath of resentment. Many people were injured and moaned in pain.

More people are devout Buddhists, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures and praying for peace.

"All of them are innocent people!"

Yuanzheng shook his head and guided the front.

There are many peaks there. When you look closer, you will find that they are docking stations.

There are also many docks, including many treasure boats, such as the Garland Light Ship, the Flying Rainbow Light Shuttle, the Nine-Wheeled Giant Boat, the Golden Ancient Ship... There is even a Dafan Ferry Ship that is nowhere to be found in the Immortal Mountains in the Sky.

"Good treasure!"

Qin Li exclaimed and praised:

"It is worthy of being a holy land, and it has such a foundation."

Yuanzheng smiled helplessly and said, "It's all just waste!"

Qin Li was surprised, and he poked out his mind and glanced around. He found that the treasure boat was covered with dust and rust. He didn't know how long it took for anyone to maintain it, which led to internal corruption, the runes were erased, the formation was broken, and a ball of waste.

Yuanzheng said helplessly: "Once upon a time, there were fleets traveling through the heavens in our sacred land. However, after Qianyuan was closed to the country, the ships could not sail far away, and they still consumed a lot of resources to maintain them."

"Over time, the fleet was abandoned, and even the endless energy in it was dug out to provide energy for the imperial formation. After a million years, we completely lost our ability to sail, leaving only a bunch of incomprehensible divine drawings and waste ships."

Use it to get rid of it.

If it is an internal battle in Qianyuan.

The long-distance fleet is useless and I don’t know how many spiritual veins will be burned after a trip.

It would be better to form a team, raid thousands of miles, and attack and kill. I believe that all the Holy Dao Sects of Qianyuan have abandoned their fleets.

"The country is very harmful to people!"

Qin Li inexplicably remembered the history of Yanxia.
To be continued...