Chapter 1,468 Great Disparity in Strength

The aura emanating from Young Master Lingquan was very violent, like a gushing volcano. Even the holy creatures standing in front of him felt huge pressure and could not help but tremble.

Canglan Martial Saint's pupils burst into flames, staring at Young Master Lingquan standing opposite, and said, "Are you too arrogant?"

Young Master Lingquan's eyes lit up and he looked at Canglan Martial Saint from top to bottom, especially her plump and round breasts and hips. He showed a very interested look and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, Human Race It is not easy to give birth to a woman as beautiful as you, and she also has the body of a fire phoenix... Hmm... What a very good slave. Today, you don't have to die."

"Slave..." Martial Saint Canglan became even more angry.

Suddenly, the flame rules surged out from her delicate body, causing the surrounding flames to condense into pieces of feathers and appear around her,

Lingquan Shaojun said: "Yes, human saints are high-level slaves in the Rakshasa tribe. Of course, after most slaves are bought back, they are used to make delicious food and entertain guests. People like you have the body of a fire phoenix. Beauties in the Holy Realm are very rare, and the ingredients are a bit wasteful, but they can be trained into a beautiful pet."

Canglan Martial Saint was so angry that it was unbearable that someone wanted to capture the most majestic Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady and train her as a pet.

"Fire flames burn the sky."

Canglan Martial Saint raised the Burning Sky Sword, and immediately, dense inscriptions appeared on the sword body, emitting a scorching flame.

"Boom."

Canglan Martial Saint swung his sword with all his strength, and thousands of sword energy condensed into a wall of fire ten feet high, which spread to the front of Young Master Lingquan.

"The strength is not bad, but unfortunately the cultivation level is still a little behind."

Young Master Lingquan showed a joking look in his eyes and stood motionless.

Marquis Tiange rushed out from behind Lingquan Shaojun, carrying a bronze war gun that was one foot and two feet long. He exerted force with both arms and waved forward. A phantom with a human head wearing a bronze mask flew out from Zhan Ge.

The wall of fire formed by the condensed sword energy collapsed suddenly.

Chu Siyuan's eyes widened and he shouted: "Be careful."

Martial Saint Canglan also sensed the danger. In his eyes, a human head wearing a bronze mask rushed towards her from a distance and at a hundred times the speed of sound. There was no way to avoid it.

He can only block with his sword horizontally.

"Bang."

Canglan Martial Saint only felt an unreachable and huge force hitting his body, and a sonorous sound rang in his ears. Then his eyes dimmed, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably.

The talented woman with holy skills stood behind Canglan Martial Saint, pushed her hands forward, and fired two waves of awe-inspiring righteousness, which neutralized the impact of Canglan Martial Saint. Then, she rushed forward and dragged Canglan Martial Saint away. vest.

"Pfft."

After Canglan Martial Saint's feet touched the ground, a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth. His whole body became limp and he could not stand upright. It was obvious that he had suffered extremely serious injuries.

"Picture of Seven Lives and Seven Deaths."

Chu Siyuan opened the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths" and pressed a withered palm on the scroll. Immediately, seven-colored light poured out, shining in all directions, condensing into seven illusory worlds.

Seven illusory worlds overlapped together and turned into a seven-color world tower.

"Boom."

The Seven-Colored World Tower collided with the flying head wearing a bronze mask seventeen times in a row, crushing it to pieces.

Tian Gehou quickly put away his sword and stepped back.

Marquis Tiange only felt splitting pain in his arms, and blood slid down his fingers. His eyes were fixed on Chu Siyuan and he said: "There is a strong man like you in the Kunlun world. No wonder he can escape our pursuit time and time again."

Marquis Xianjing flapped a pair of wings and flew down to the ground. His snow-white jade feet stepped on a ball of cold air that looked like a black tortoise. He smiled coquettishly: "Haha, Marquis Tiange, you actually didn't even get a fifty." If a fourth-level spiritual monk can't handle it, what qualifications do he have to be a first-class marquis?"

Immediately, seven other first-class marquises came out one after another.

Further away, there are figures of Rakshasa Marquises, standing in the cold air and flames. There are many of them, at least more than five hundred.

Marquis Tian Ge held the bronze Zhan Ge and said in a deep voice: "That old guy is not an ordinary spiritual monk. The scroll in his hand is a very powerful spiritual artifact."

"Yeah?"

Marquis Xianjing stared at Chu Siyuan with a pair of charming starry eyes, and his eyes fell on the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths".

Chu Siyuan's eyes only touched Marquis Xianchan for a moment, and then his face changed drastically and he said: "Escape from this place quickly, that is a spiritual holy king."

"What...the Holy King of Spiritual Power?"

The saints in Kunlun Realm were all frightened. How dare they fight against this group of Rakshasa monks? They immediately stepped back and tried to escape.

"Still want to leave?"

Marquis Xianjing's red lips opened slightly, and a series of melodious laughter came out of his mouth. The sound was very magnetic and echoed over the swamps of the two poles.

The next moment, all the saints in Kunlun Realm fell into an illusion.

Some saints were running blindly, and accidentally fell into the cold puddle, and their saint bodies froze into ice cubes.

Some saints fought with each other like life-and-death enemies.

There were also some saints with strong spiritual power who stood there sluggishly, with struggling expressions on their faces, struggling to fight against Xian Jinghou.

However, Marquis Xianju's mental power was too strong, and even Chu Siyuan could not compete with her.

A bright white spot of light flew out from the eyebrows of Goddess Si Ming, one of the Nine Heavenly Mysteries.

"Boom."

That speck of light turned into a vermilion temple and appeared in the swamp.

This is a real temple, quite huge. The pillars, walls, and tiles are all emitting divine light. A sacred power is emitted, which actually breaks through the illusion of Xian Jinghou.

Immediately, all the saints in Kunlun Realm woke up.

Many saints were injured, and twelve saints were even dead.

Everyone who was still alive looked depressed and felt a little desperate. This time, their enemies were too powerful, and any one of them had the power to kill them all.

Marquis Xianjing looked at the temple at his feet, feeling both surprised and extremely happy, and said: "The temple is a temple where a god once lived. Such a treasure is actually hidden in the sea of ​​​​Qi of a human woman."

Young Master Lingquan suddenly realized that each of these women in Kunlun Realm seemed to be very extraordinary.

One holds the Holy Book of Confucianism, one has the constitution of a fire phoenix, and the other owns a temple...

Immediately, Young Master Lingquan looked at the other women and was surprised to find that each of them was of heavenly beauty and had a very powerful physique. They were definitely not ordinary saints.

Fortunately, their cultivation level is still very low. If they all reach the level of a half-step holy king, they will definitely be a powerful and terrifying force.

"One hundred thousand years ago, the Kunlun Realm was a very powerful realm in the entire universe. I thought that after one hundred thousand years, the Kunlun Realm had completely declined, but I didn't expect that there would still be so many talented people. female."

Lingquan Shaojun laughed loudly and said: "What a blessing from heaven. I just happened to tame you all today, cultivate you into a group of beautiful pets, and take you out together. Aren't you going to envy Yang Qi and those guys to death?"

"Even if we die, we can't surrender to you."

Martial Saint Canglan's gaze was like that of a wild beast, quite ferocious. He directly burned the holy blood in his body and used forbidden secret techniques. His combat power increased sharply and he attacked Young Master Lingquan again.

"If you want to fight with Shaojun, you must first pass this level."

Marquis Tiange raised Zhan Ge to block Martial Saint Canglan, and the two of them fought fiercely in the temple.

This was an overwhelming battle. Even if one side of the Kunlun realm used the power of the temple, the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths" and the Confucian Holy Book, they could not resist the power of the nine first-class marquises.

Marquis Xianjing took away the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths", put a palm on the top of Chu Siyuan's head, wisps of spiritual power poured out from his fingertips, and said in a cold voice: "Kneel down for me."

"impossible……"

Chu Siyuan was trembling all over and bleeding from all seven holes, but he was still fighting against Xian Jinghou's spiritual will.

"Master."

Uncle Yue's eyes were bloodshot and he roared, then he fired a holy seal and struck at Xianjinghou, hoping to save Chu Siyuan.

You know, Uncle Yue is the state pastor of a state in the Kunlun realm, and he can be called the top powerhouse in the holy realm.

However, Marquis Xianjing was even more powerful and did not take Uncle Yue seriously at all. He pointed his finger and a light shuttle flew out.

"Pfft."

The light shuttle shattered the holy seal, penetrated Uncle Yue's eyebrows, and killed him.

The death of Uncle Yue made all the saints in Kunlun Realm feel a sinking feeling in their hearts.

"If you want to die together, kill."

"Rather Stick to your guns."

The remaining three Bingbu Territory Kings rushed towards Xianjinghou, Tiangehou, and Lingquan Shaojun respectively, and mobilized the holy energy, preparing to self-destruct the holy source and the sea of ​​​​qi, and perish together with them.

"Don't blow yourself up."

A pair of beautiful eyes of Xianjinghou stared at the three Bingbu Territory Kings, and three powerful spiritual wills entered their sea of ​​consciousness and suppressed their consciousness.

Suddenly, the three Hōbu domain kings fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Obviously, in front of a spiritual holy king, they have no chance to self-destruct.

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Qing Mo and Zhang Ruochen walked into the Bipolar Swamp one after another, walking between the cold air and the fierce flames.

As Zhang Ruochen walked forward, the image of Fang Yi mobilizing the rules of truth and exerting several times the power appeared in his mind.

"The rules of truth are part of the rules of heaven and earth. They should be everywhere. How can we sense them?"

Zhang Ruochen imitated Fang Yi's moves and hit one move after another, but he couldn't sense the rules of truth at all.

Qing Mo was very anxious and said: "Why are you practicing anytime and anywhere? Can you walk faster? I feel that their aura is weakening rapidly. If we don't rush over, I'm afraid the consequences will be disastrous."

Zhang Ruochen retracted his moves and said with surprise, "Can you still feel their aura weakening?"

Qing Mo didn't know how to explain it to Zhang Ruochen and said, "Can you please? We really can't delay it any longer. If sister Nalan is captured by the Rakshasa tribe, you won't be able to feel at ease, right?"

"Okay, okay, lead the way quickly."

Zhang Ruochen hated being in contact with the monks from the Kunlun Realm, but when he saw Qing Mo's pitiful face, he couldn't hate it at all.

Not long after, they entered the depths of the Bipolar Swamp. In the distance, they could already see a temple a hundred miles away, amidst the flames and cold air.

"That's the temple of Goddess Siming, they must be there."

Qing Mo no longer waited for Zhang Ruochen, turned into a stream of cyan light, and rushed towards the temple.

Zhang Ruochen stopped, looked around, and noticed a large number of Marquis Rakshasa hiding in the dark. Then he muttered to himself: "Sacred Food Flower, how many can you deal with?"

"Master, with my current cultivation at the Holy Peak, even if I can't kill them all, I can at least contain them."

The Holy Food Flower rushed out from Zhang Ruochen's back and took root in the swamp. Immediately, tens of thousands of roots spread out in all directions.