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"Boom!" With a loud noise, a huge pit appeared directly in Xia Tian's original position.

"The power of space." Qing Ming was very surprised that he didn't catch Xia Tian to death all at once, its body hovered up, and the aura on it became more and more terrifying.

"Is it too late for me to confess now?" Feeling the coercion that made his heart skip a beat, Xia Tian said sincerely, "I can give you your things, how about it?"

"Boundless falling trees, under the gentle rain!" After Qingming's cold words, endless green lights shot up into the sky, and then thousands of huge logs were condensed in the void and fell straight to the ground.

"Damn it!" The power Qinglong displayed was not something Xia Tian could resist, so he resolutely chose to retreat.

"Help!" Xia Tian, ​​who had already decided to fight to the end, rushed towards the painting saint.

"Clang!" Amidst the sound of armor rubbing and the sound of weapons being unsheathed, the might of the blood demon, which was not inferior to Qinglong, also changed Xia Tian's expression.

"Let him come here." Just when Xia Tian was in a dilemma, Hua Sheng's voice made the five peerless generals tremble, and then the five slowly raised their hands, and the iron-blooded soldiers who were eyeing Xia Tian slowly moved away one way.

"Zigui, you want to fight against me?" When the boundless fallen trees crashed into Xia Tian from the sky, Qing Ming's eyes flashed with fright and anger at the helping hands of these iron-blooded soldiers.

"Since you don't want to go back with me, then I can only take you back." Hua Sheng said with a strong face, "All generals obey orders, five generals knock on the sky formation, enlightenment."

"No!" Following the catering of five peerless famous generals, the iron-blooded soldiers quickly stood up in an orderly manner, and soon formed a chilling army formation.

"Knock on the sky, bloody sword." With the joint efforts of five peerless famous generals and iron-blooded soldiers, the soaring evil spirit directly formed a bloody knife and slashed across the sky, and immediately the thousands of logs in the sky were directly slashed. The green light dissipated.

"Knock on the gate of heaven twice, and the sky will be broken!" The evil spirit of blood is turning, and with the sharp edge of the five peerless generals, the blood knife directly condenses into the light of a sword, rolling up a lot of waves and slashing towards Qingming.

"Zigui, you are forcing me to kill you." Qingming roared, and the energy of the wood system spread around, and the surrounding trees within two kilometers suddenly rioted. Countless tree vines and thick roots broke through the ground to form a wooden shield Stand in front of the sword.

"Crack!" In the flying sawdust, vines and roots were constantly cut off, but because of the blessing of Qing Ming's power, this power was continuously flowing, and the situation was stalemate for a while.

"Don't compete with it for consumption, the power of the wood element is the most inexhaustible." Huasheng Zigui shouted.

"Knock on the Heavenly Palace three times, and the golden luan will be broken!" The five peerless generals exerted their strength at the same time, and the iron-blooded soldiers burst into black and white colors at the same time, and then an extremely sharp breath of time burst out, under Qing Ming's expression of tearing eyes , the defense in front of it was pierced.

"Whew!" The terrifying blood-colored edge seemed to pierce through the world, even if Qing Ming was the powerful Otoki Qinglong, he still couldn't resist the edge, and the green blood suddenly froze, and when the blood fell to the ground, it instantly solidified into green spots Crystal beads.

And this blow seems to have exhausted all the strength of the five peerless warriors. After traumatizing Qing Ming, a celestial-level powerhouse with great supernatural powers, he fell to the ground and was unable to fight anymore.

"Qing Ming, still not surrendering?" The painting saint Zigui suddenly opened the small world painting scroll in his hand, and a huge suction was formed, directly pulling the traumatized Yimu Qinglong over.

"Zigui, your strength is inferior to mine, even if I get hurt, you can't trap me." Qing Ming let out a dragon chant as he spoke!Immediately, the branches and vines of the surrounding trees protruded out like spirit snakes, and then bound Qing Ming's body to help it escape the suction force of the small world painting scroll.

"That..." Just when Huasheng Zigui tried his best to control the painting scroll but Qing Ming was still pulled out every inch, a weak voice sounded.

"Who should I help now?" Xia Tian appeared with a smile on his face.

"Help me." The faces of Qingming and Zigui changed at the same time, and then they exclaimed, Qingming has a little advantage now, but only a little bit, if Xia Tian makes a move, who will the balance of victory point to? .

"If you help me, I don't care about you entering my dragon's lair to steal things." Qing Ming stared at Xia Tian closely.

"If you help me, you will reap the friendship of the realm of our Mountain and River Map, and in three months, the time when the realm of our Mountain and River Map will open, if you can help me, I can promise you to enter our Mountain and River Map Quota in the Middle Realm." Huasheng Zigui said solemnly.

"His asking price is high! What should I do?" Xia Tian looked at Qing Ming with burning eyes.

What are you looking at?Look at me, is this going to ask me to increase the price?Qingming's dragon face immediately pulled down. This shameless human kid not only stole my things, but also missed my other things. This is absolutely unbearable for the money-loving dragons.

"Boy, don't give me a chance, or you'll see me." Angry Qing Ming threatened fiercely.

"Then it's fine if I don't give you a chance!" Seeing that Qing Ming didn't increase the price, Xia Tian curled her lips helplessly, and the last grass sword suddenly appeared in Xia Tian's hands.

"Is this a magic weapon of space? And this sword?" Looking at the grass sword that suddenly appeared in Xia Tian's hand, Zigui's eyes shrank, and he actually felt a trace of fear in his small world painting scroll.

You must know that the scroll of the small world is a trace of true spirit split from the Mountain and River Map. Although it is not as good as the magical artifacts like the Mountain and River Map, its grade is higher than most of the magical artifacts. The sword felt terrified, one could imagine how high the grade of the grass sword in Xia Tian's hand was.

"Chop it, chop it, cut everything." Xia Tian held the grass sword like a weeding worker, and chopped directly at the branches and vines that were constantly holding onto Qingming. Suddenly, the branches and vines broke, and even Branches and vines as thick as a bucket couldn't slow down Cao Jian at all.

"Damn, damn it." And as the wood-type elf, Yimu Qinglong felt the terrifying power contained in the grass sword. Although Xia Tian cut off his way of escape, he really didn't dare to speak harshly. Under its scorching gaze, its huge body shrinks and finally appears on the small world scroll.

"Little brother, thank you." After successfully sealing Yimu Qinglong, the painting saint who put away the scroll came to Xia Tian with a smile on his face, and then he pointed to some Lu Bu who had recovered slowly and got up not far away. Humane said, "Although the remaining time of these painting spirits is less than a year, they can just be given to the little brother as a thank-you gift this time. At the same time, they still have the quota to enter the realm of the map of mountains and rivers."

"You are indeed the eldest son of God." At this time, a faint voice sounded behind Xia Tian.