Stunning beauty

The sun shines brightly.

Below, Qingping Daze, dense fog blocks out the sun.

No one can see what's inside.

Only through the earth-shattering vibrations can it be judged that a world-shattering battle is going on inside.

Man and god face to face.

Li Ziye has always been an atheist and has never been afraid of gods.

Outside Qingping Daze.

The red paper umbrella shaded the scorching sun, and under the umbrella, Hua Feng stared at the Jedi of Yingzhou in front of him, his eyes full of concentration.

little son.

On the side, Bai Wangyu felt the vibration inside, and his face showed worry.

"According to what Shirakawa Hideze said, the God of Misfortune in Qingping Daze has long been sealed by the Chiba clan, and the remaining will to harm the world can only affect the mind of the entrant at most, why is there such a fierce battle fluctuation inside. "Hua Fengdu said solemnly.

"There is only one possibility."

Bai Wangyu said in a deep voice, "Baqi God of Disaster has awakened!"

"Shall we go in and help?"

Hua Fengdu heard the words and asked seriously.

"Being not."

Bai Wangyu focused his eyes slightly, and said, "Judging from the intensity of the battle inside, Brother Li is not powerless to fight back. Since there are some fights, Brother Li should be able to deal with it. We don't have the bodyguard of the White Moon God Stone. If we enter without permission , is likely to be affected by the God of Misfortune's will and become a drag on Brother Li."

This Qingping Daze is the gathering place of evil spirits in the entire Yingzhou. Once the evil spirits enter the body and the mind loses control, it will soon be eroded by the will of the God of Misfortune.

Therefore, here, the strength of cultivation is not the key.

Between two people talking.

Inside Qingping Daze, roars shook the sky, and Li Ziye's figure flew past like a thunderbolt, his speed getting faster and faster.

Li Ziye, who had already decided to attack the blasphemy, changed his cynical attitude in the past, gathered all his efforts, and opened up his combat power.

In the dense fog, Baqi God of Misfortune, whose head had been cut off, was obviously much weaker. The two-headed dragon head breathed out the dragon's breath, wanting to take revenge.

however.

At this moment, the body of Baqi God of Misfortune is still sealed in the Baqi Mirror thousands of miles away, and the two-headed dragon that remains in Qingping Daze is just a trace of will of Baqi God of Misfortune, and its strength is far away. It is far from being comparable to the ontology.

On weekdays, the Will of the God of Misfortune here can also use the evil energy gathered in Qingping Daze to erode the consciousness of trespassers. However, Li Ziye has the White Moon God Stone to protect him, preventing all evil from invading, and the will of the God of Misfortune has the greatest advantage He couldn't use it, so he could only fight Li Ziye head-on in the state of soul body.

pity.

Fighting head-on, the soul body does not have the upper hand.

Especially in Li Ziye's hand, he also holds the fetish of restraining evil.

One ebbs and another, the God of Misfortune's will, which has always been invincible, has completely fallen into a disadvantage at this moment.

"boom!"

The breath of the dragon breathed out, shaking the heavens and the earth, in the dense fog, afterimages were swallowed by the breath of the dragon, dissipating invisible.

After a moment.

Above the two-headed dragon, a young figure appeared, swinging his sword and slashing at the head of the two-headed dragon again.

"Roar!"

The two-headed dragon seemed to have been on guard for a long time, the other head quickly turned around, roared, and spewed out a mouthful of dragon's breath.

"Three feet of frost and moonlight!"

The dragon's breath was close to him, Li Ziye had no time to dodge, his true energy was raised to the limit, his true energy charged against the divine treasure, and his sword condensed frost, blocking the dragon's breath.

Boom!

Earth-shattering, the power of the dragon's breath was unstoppable, and Li Ziye was immediately sent flying.

The moment Yu Jin got close to him, Li Ziye's body was radiant with golden light, and the mirror was not a protective body, which could block the remaining energy of the dragon's breath.

A dangerous and dangerous fight, tens of feet away, Li Ziye staggered to stabilize his figure, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"It turns out that you are not such an idiot. I thought you were just a big guy with no brains."

With a cold face, Li Ziye reached out to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, suppressed the injuries in his body, fixed his eyes on the huge monster in front of him, and said coldly, "I underestimated you just now, come again!"

"Roar!"

In the dense fog, the two-headed dragon seemed to understand what the boy in front of him said. He raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, his four eyes flickered fiercely, and then rushed up suddenly.

At the time when Li Ziye and the God of Misfortune were fighting against each other.

Thousands of miles away, on the coast of the North Sea.

deserted city.

An old man surrounded by black mist rushed out.

Behind him, Chiba Mao followed closely and tried to stop him.

"boom!"

When the two fought, the rest of their strength was shaken, and they retreated a few steps together.

After the God of Misfortune possessed him, the strength of the old man went one step further, stronger than Chiba Mao, and it was difficult to block him for a while.

At this moment, not far away, Qianye Bailian, who had been waiting outside the city earlier, rushed to him, chopped off the magic weapon Bailian in his hand, and joined hands with Chiba Maolian to stop the God of Misfortune.

"Bah."

As the hundred refinements passed by, the clothes on the old man's arm were torn, and blood spattered out.

Unexpectedly.

If the old man possessed by the God of Misfortune didn't realize it, evil spirits surged all over his body, and he counterattacked with heavy palms, slapping Qianye Bailian's chest loudly.

"Uh!"

With more palm strength, Qianye Bailian let out a muffled groan, and stepped back a few steps.

A little bit of vermilion dyes the clothes on the chest.

"Hundred refinements!"

Behind him, Chiba Mao's expression changed slightly, he swept forward, and slapped the old man's back with a palm.

"boom!"

The old man turned around, the evil elements gathered, he greeted him with a palm, and blocked the attack.

The impact of two powerful forces separated the battle situation again.

The moment Chiba Mao was shaken back, the old man didn't care about fighting at all, and hurried away, escaping from the siege of the two.

"Chase!"

When Qianye Mao and Qianye Bailian saw this, their hearts sank, they suppressed the turbulent zhenqi in their bodies, and chased after them again.

not far away.

Li Qingzhi watched this scene without rushing to make a move, and quickly followed the old man who was possessed by the Badass God of Disaster.

Outside the deserted city, chasing and chasing, one day passed quickly.

Because the area is in the north and it is winter, the daytime on the coast of the North Sea is extremely short.

In the sky, the scorching sun is heading westward, from early morning to noon, and then to sunset. It seems that evening has come.

The old man possessed by the God of Misfortune is not only powerful, but also extremely cunning, and has escaped Chiba Mao and others time and time again.

If a practitioner of the five realms wants to escape wholeheartedly, almost no one will stop him, even if they are both in the five realms.

On the coast of the North Sea, the vibrations of the great battle continued to spread. The three old monsters of the five realms of the Qianye clan tried their best to stop it, but they failed time and time again.

The bodies of the three of them were all dyed red, and their true energy was consumed a lot. If they were not in the five realms, they might have been unable to support them.

In comparison, the old man who was possessed by the God of Misfortune didn't seem to know pain or fatigue. Even if he was injured all over his body, his combat power was not affected at all.

The sun was setting in the west, and the sky darkened rapidly on the coast of the North Sea.

I don't know how many times.

The evil old man and Chiba Mao and others fought together again, and then escaped.

And not far away, outside the battle situation.

Li Qingzhi stood still, never intending to make a move, but just followed behind the old man, quietly waiting for the opportunity.