The wine-black god general held a brass clock in his hand and shook it in his hand. Suddenly, his whole body was shocked, and the smile on his face was frozen.

He did not give up, and his shaking became larger and larger. In the eyes of other monks, the old god general seemed to have suffered a stroke, his whole body twitched, and his face was as bright as earth.

"Jiuwu God General... are you?" A monk next to him couldn't stand it anymore and asked carefully.

"Strange things... strange things! Where are people? Where have people gone?" Jiuwu widened his eyes and murmured to himself.

No one noticed that a pitch-black void vortex slowly opened dozens of meters above everyone's heads...

Ji Qianming walked out of it with a smile on his lips. The magic weapon of this godly general was indeed extraordinary and could directly take him in. Unfortunately, he was too confident in his sealing level and there was almost no killing move inside.

In front of Ji Qianming, who had practiced the Void Taoist Sutra, this kind of seal and barrier was in vain.

"On it!" Another silver-armored god suddenly looked up and shouted loudly.

Jiuwu looked at Ji Qianming in disbelief, and his beard began to tremble with anger, "You, how did you do it?"

However, Ji Qianming had no time to answer. At this moment, the sky was flying towards him again. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

It's still a little short...it's just three hundred!

Ji Qianming ran away desperately while observing the pop-up window of the soul energy collection on the mirror, and was extremely anxious.

Ji Qianming is not stupid. He does not think that he is qualified to fight with more than a dozen Taixu Realm, nearly a hundred Tongxuan and more than 400 Qianjun Realm. Even if his abilities are numerous and his displacement is highest, his chances of winning are infinitely close to zero.

Unless he is promoted to level 4!

From the beginning, he had the intention of delaying time, while destroying the formation, angering these practitioners, thereby collecting soul energy values.

When he was in London, Ji Qianming transformed into Zhu Yan and broke through the third level. Not only did he pile up his soul energy to more than 28,000 in one fell swoop, leaving only more than 1,000 soul energy to upgrade to the next level version. He has been devoted to practicing most of the past five months, and considering that continuous breakthroughs will arouse suspicion from others, his soul energy has basically not increased.

But now, the divine realm has completely invaded and the situation has completely changed. He must seize this opportunity to break through to the fourth level in one fell swoop, otherwise he would not be able to do anything at the third level.

Ji Qianming nervously watched the increase of his soul energy and increased his speed to the extreme. However, the next moment, the two Taixu realm practitioners moved directly to him through the secret treasure. The Jiuwu God General's face turned gloomy and surrounded him from behind.

Another divine general used great magic power to imprison thirteen fragments of the mirror, making Ji Qianming unable to use the mirror to flash. A group of cultivators behind him rushed over.

Still one hundred short!

A ruthless color flashed in Ji Qianming's eyes, and a spear pattern in his palm flashed. Panigong was held in his hand. A ball of Netherworld power in his left hand quickly condensed and turned into a pitch-black flame.

The two Taixu realm had a gloomy face, and their surging spiritual power was stimulating, as if two mountains were blocking him. Ji Qianming's light golden robe sounded, and his speed increased by a large margin and collided towards the two.

Dong!

The light golden figure collided with the two Taixu realms, and fought dozens of times in an instant, bringing about afterimages. Ji Qianming fought against two, but he was not at a disadvantage.

But the next moment, the Jiuwu God stepped to his side in one step, and a blue handprint was pinched out and crashed into Ji Qianming's back.

The power of this handprint was so terrifying that it hit Ji Qianming like a mountain, trembling slightly. Ji Qianming spurted out a mouthful of blood, and it was smashed to the ground like a meteor, deeply embedded in the snow.

"Huh?" The God of Wine and Black Frown frowned slightly, "He is not dead yet. What kind of physique is this?"

On Changbai Mountain, Ji Qianming, covered in blood, staggered up from the snow and sprayed out a stream of blood again. His face was pale, but his eyes were bright and bright.

"Ji Qianming!" Zhao Qixue saw that Ji Qianming was beaten like this, and quickly ran from under Wuming Peak, with an anxious face.

"Don't come over!" Ji Qianming looked up at the gods in the sky looking down at the earth. His right hand wiping away the blood on the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

His eyes were as bright as stars, and his fighting spirit soared into the sky!

"The battle... has just begun!"

In the sky, Jiuwu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the other Taixu Realm and Tongxuan Realm had a trembling heart, and an unknown premonition surged into his heart.

The light gold in Ji Qianming's eyes faded, and the next moment, both eyes turned into strange red vertical pupils!

He gently poked out his left hand, and a long snow-white knife was outlined in the wind and snow, and was held tightly in his hand.

Ji Qianming took a deep breath, pointed the tip of the knife towards the sky, and spoke lightly: "Banai! Big Red Lotus Ice Wheel Pill!"

In the wind and snow, a pair of huge ice wings slowly spread out. Ji Qianming's black hair had turned snow-white and swayed gently. Twelve ice flowers were embedded in the void behind him, strange and mysterious.

Ji Qianming opened his lips slightly, and frost mist overflowed from it. His vertical pupils were full of murderous intent, looking up at the sky.

"Then...what is that?" Jiuwu looked at Ji Qianming on the ground, his face a little ugly.

Bai Qing and Zhao Qixue both sensed the powerful power of ice and snow. They looked at Ji Qianming holding a long sword in surprise, and were shocked.

The frost wings behind Ji Qianming shook slightly, and his whole body soared into the sky from Changbai Mountain, carrying the terrifying cold aura, turning into a stream of light to rush towards the gods in the sky.

"Hmph, it's just a fourth level, but it can still turn the world around!" Jiuwu snorted coldly, and the magic tricks in his hand changed repeatedly, and mysterious and powerful fluctuations came from his palm.

The remaining several Taixu Realm shouted lightly, swung the magic weapon in her hand, and rushed towards Ji Qianming.

Ji Qianming looked at this huge scene calmly, without dodging or avoiding, his eyes slightly condensed, and the next moment, a dark field suddenly opened from his body!

Netherworld!

Ji Qianming, who successfully broke through to the fourth level, directly used Zhu Yan's pattern to increase his strength to the peak of the fourth level, that is... the quasi-imperial realm!

The night suddenly enveloped the sky of Changbai Mountain, and a extreme cold from the underworld immediately locked everyone. The bodies of the Taixu Realm who swept down were stagnant, as if they were locked in the sky by this night!

A cold light flashed in Ji Qianming's eyes, and his speed increased by a great deal in the Netherworld Realm. In an instant, he reached the four Taixu Realms and gently swung the snow-white long sword in his hand.

"【Ice Dragon Twist｜Juekong】!"

The long snow-white knife in his hand suddenly turned into a frost dragon, piercing through the bodies of the four people. The solid ice frozen their bodies and turned into a huge piece of ice!

Ji Qianming didn't even look at the four people, and flew straight to the god general in the sky. Just as he passed the ice of the four people, the ice cubes burst out!
Chapter completed!