However, this thought just flashed by, and all members turned their direction at the same time and flew towards Ji Qianming's place.

"Six Half-Step God Kings?" Not far away, Lin Zimu, who was carrying a long blue jade sword, frowned slightly, and a little worry flashed in his eyebrows.

"Everyone should pay attention. Except for the seven star masters, others cannot act rashly. The six half-step god kings are not a joke." After a moment of thinking, Lin Zimu solemnly used the jade slip to pass the sound, without any pause in his figure, and he turned his head and flew towards the place where the battle was fought.

...

Dong--!

Dong--!!

Dong--!!!

The deafening explosion echoed in the night sky. The originally quiet and harmonious dense forest had become unrecognizable and became a wasteland. In the sky, six half-step gods stood there with expressionless faces, staring straight at the boy in front of them.

I saw Ji Qianming wearing a holy robe in the morning light, stepping on the underworld hell, holding a spear in one hand and holding the fantasized Xuanyuan Sword in the other hand. Thirteen pieces of the mirror sword were like rounds of stars floating around him, and the phantoms of the nine clowns behind him appeared.

Beneath the scarlet eyes, there is absolutely calmness and indifference.

Faced with the attack of the six half-step god kings, Ji Qianming once again entered that mysterious state under the crisis of life and death. An indescribable Taoist rhyme emanated from him, as if he was mingling with heaven and earth.

This is the first time Ji Qianming has been doing his best in two years.

But he was facing six gods and now, there are six half-step god kings in front of him.

If he hadn't had a huge amount of mental power, he would have died because of his mental power overdrawn, but now his condition is not much better.

Damn, there must be a way and you will definitely find a breakthrough! Even if you die, you will have to pull a few people!

Ji Qianming's cold eyes swept across the six people, his brain was running rapidly, simulating possible situations again and again, calculating the glimmer of hope.

"Your potential is so terrifying that even I feel a little trembling. Now I am beginning to be glad that I didn't let you be the first envoy, otherwise in a few years, you will grow to a point where everyone can only look up to."

The six half-step gods spoke at the same time, with a strong tone in their tone.

The president originally thought that he had just dealt with Ji Qianming in the quasi-imperial realm, and it was a bit too late to mobilize the six half-step god kings, but he didn't expect that even so, he could not easily kill the other party.

Ji Qianming narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Sorry, I changed my mind. I decided to continue to be the first special envoy... But it's not under your hands."

"What does it mean? Do you want to ask for forgiveness now?"

Ji Qianming's mouth raised slightly, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes: "As long as I can go back, I will take over the entire Shangxie Society. From now on, Shangxie Society will be my Ji Qianming's Shangxie Society!"

"It should be a very interesting thing to turn the Shangxie you worked hard into a branch of Gouchen Academy, what do you think?"

The faces of the six half-step god kings changed at the same time, and anger appeared on their faces: "Do you really think you can go back alive? Dream!"

The head of the Sword Sect took the lead and the majestic sword intent gushed down. The Piaomiao sword transformed into a sword intent tornado, and flew towards Ji Qianming with a roar.

The golden-winged Roc turned into a golden light and rushed to Ji Qianming's body with the general's spear light. The aftermath of the spiritual power alone pushed everyone in the Tianxin Pavilion in the distance to breathe.

This time, the president was really angry.

Just as Ji Qianming was about to make some moves, a gong that rang through the sky rang out again.

clang--!

The hammer in the hands of the Knightman collided with the gong again. This time the sound wave attack was no longer aimed at matter, but at spirit. Ji Qianming's mind was blank when he heard the sound of the gong. He was in a daze for a moment before he came back to his senses.

Fortunately, his mental power has reached the emperor level, otherwise it would be not that easy to wake up.

But at this moment of pause, the three attacks that made the heaven and earth change color had already arrived in front of him.

"It's over... the emperor's son is gone." A member of Tianxin Pavilion looked at the scene in front of him and murmured to himself.

"The joint attack of the six half-step god kings... It is a miracle that they can persist until now. There are so many in the entire divine world continent, right?"

"Indeed, even those monsters who claim to be genius will definitely not be able to do this."

"The Emperor's Son... Alas, God is jealous of talent."

There were more and more members of Tianxin Pavilion outside the battlefield, but they could not help because of Lin Zimu's order. In fact, in the current situation, they were just like cannon fodder when they went up, and they were just going to die.

In an instant, a trace of splendor flashed in Ji Qianming's eyes, and his mental power was consumed like a tide. The phantoms of the eight clowns behind him quickly faded away, and only the body that hated the clown became more and more solid.

Ji Qianming and the phantom who hated the clown raised their arms at the same time, a trace of madness flashed in their calm eyes, and grabbed the three attacks that were close to the void.

Hate clowns and fool the "direction".

"Turn it for me!" Ji Qianming roared, his eyes filled with blood. The arm he held was twisting hard, as if a person who was exhausted was twisting a steering wheel with all his strength.

A strange picture appeared.

The tracks of the sword intent dragon, the golden-winged roc, and the spear light changed at the same time, gradually twisting and intertwining in the direction of Ji Qianming's hand. His right hand clenched his fist and made a difficult move to swing downwards.

He activated the hatred clown with all his strength and finally successfully changed the direction of these three attacks, causing him to bypass Ji Qianming and wave down along his arm.

But this is not over yet.

After hating the clown, the grim clown's figure became more and more solid. The strange spatial fluctuations radiated with Ji Qianming as the center, covering him and the three attacks.

The next moment, his figure disappeared.

"Not good!" The six half-step gods blurted out, and on the other side, the three of them were hitting the holy land butler and the casual cultivator raised their heads at the same time. As the space was twisted, a young man appeared there with a dragon, a bang, and a shot, and the young man's fist was aimed at them.

The three of them immediately wanted to dodge, and the night color spread rapidly under Ji Qianming's feet. A large number of corpses poured out, frozen their bodies. They could only knock on the gong in front of them in a hurry, trying to shake off these annoying guys.

But just as his hammer was about to touch the gong, time seemed to be still. No matter how hard he tried, the hammer and the gong were always a little bit different, and it was impossible to knock out sound waves.

It was this short delay that the three intertwined terrifying attacks had fallen.

boom--!!!

The three half-step god kings had the power of the full-strength attack, and there was no need to say much about how powerful it was. A dazzling explosion bloomed in the air, and the rumbling sound spread thousands of miles. The people onlookers nearby were directly pressed to the ground by Yubo, unable to lift a finger.
Chapter completed!