"Stay, calm, calm!"

Yuan Wufeng pointed at the index fingers of his right hand one by one. The dark true dragon he pointed at, the original power and the cold flame breath that was sprayed out were fixed, and he could no longer spray in front of Yuan Wufeng and Qiye.

The Seven Sin Saint King was shocked. He did not expect that in just a few thousand years, Yuan Wufeng's original demonic power would have been cultivated to such a terrible level, and it seemed that there would never be any end.

The talent and strength shown by Qiye is not inferior to Yuan Wufeng at all.

In other words, in addition to Chen Xuan and Dugu Ye, Qi Ye and Yuan Wufeng, two eternal geniuses, have the hope of breaking through a new peak on the road to the Saint King.

It seems they have to take action.

The great dark saints of the Burial Immortals, led by the Seven Sins and Fight Unforgivable Fight, are slaughtering towards Qiye and Yuan Wufeng.

The most dangerous battle is here.

Qiye no longer reserved, and the fierce demonic energy continued to burst out, implementing the heaven and earth, and rendering the Yaoyao Qingtian into a demonic purgatory, which was also the only realm of the eternal holy king! The demon sword of the Heavenly Sin is powerful and the sword light is raging. Wherever he goes, the major dark holy kings are frightened and avoiding.

Even Qiye couldn't catch a single knife.

Dugu Ye, who had been drinking, raised his eyes slightly, as if Qiye had aroused the long-silent desire to fight.

Seeing that the Seven Nights' Demonic Power is invincible, the Seven Sin Saint King immediately repelled the other Dark Saint Kings to avoid making unnecessary sacrifices.

Now only at the level of the Seventh Century Saint King is qualified to fight against Qiye.

The same goes for Yuan Wufeng. The Shenglong stick swept across the Eight Wastelands, as if it had stirred up the vast ocean of spiritual energy of billions of miles and was involved in the craze of stick power. The origin of the body was instantly shattered and there was no room for resistance.

"Come and fight me!"

After a period of time, the clone of the clone merged into Dou Wuhua's body. The first fighter in the ages broke the void and rushed to Yuan Wufeng, fighting with Shenglong stick. In an instant, the sky and earth shook, and the sky seemed to split in half. The clouds quickly retreated to the ends of the Western and Eastern hemispheres like tides.

What's bizarre is that the battle in the sky is so fierce, but the earth is not affected much.

A circle of invisible cosmic essential power was inspired from Kunlun Mountain to protect the last pure land of all worlds.

After a short time of battle, Qiye defeated the Seven Sin Holy King with one sword, and was the first to fly to the Supreme Altar, less than three meters away from the Emperor's Coffin and Dugu Ye.

"Mr. Dugu, if you can still maintain your self-awareness, I hope you can take action for all the people of the world and take out the Altar of the First Fire from the Emperor's Coffin."

Qiye sincere request.

"Give up, you can't beat me."

Dugu Ye only responded to this sentence.

"If you don't try, how do you know the gap?"

Qiye has an invincible heart like Chen Xuan. If Chen Xuan does not exist in the world, Qiye is fully qualified to replace Chen Xuan's heir's ancestor's will, and is not inferior to Qingdi Ye Xi and other time and space masters.

Therefore, even when facing Dugu Ye, whose sword intent is unfathomable and infinitely elevated, Qi Ye still had no fear of fear, and merged his surging demonic energy into the Heavenly Sin Demon Sword, slashed out with one sword, which had the supreme power of destroying the world! Dugu Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, and his sword fingers were cut up, stimulating an invisible and invisible true sword intent, colliding with Qi Ye's sword light, melting and destroying each other.

"Sir, offended me!"

Qiye suddenly slashed out tens of millions of swords. In the brilliant and gorgeous sword light, countless patterns of the great road spread like ripples, interpreting the oldest primitive mystery of the universe.

In the center of the seventh floor, a man with white hair as white as snow and clear face as gods sat cross-legged, with a kind of demeanor returning to nature.
Chapter completed!