The Zihui God King snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and his index finger was a little far away in the direction of Ji Qianming. The purple meaning condensed into substance squirted out, turning into a huge finger falling from the sky, crushing towards Ji Qianming.

The golden sword light slashed through the sky and collided with the purple finger without any fancy!

boom--!!

Gold and purple separate the dim sky, and the buzzing explosion rolled down from the sky, making the eardrum tremble, and the aftermath spread the surrounding clouds, revealing a large open sky.

The Zihui God King frowned and looked down at the Ziyun under his feet. At some point, Ji Qianming's sword light had been cut off, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

Can he actually hurt himself?

The barbarians actually have such a powerful boy?

His eyes fell on the young man covered in bruises in the air. The corner of his mouth raised slightly, he put a scissor hand at him, and then disappeared out of thin air.

The mirror flashes.

The Zihui God King was stunned at first, then suddenly looked at the mirror coffin that was falling to the ground. The figure of the young man suddenly appeared on it. The dazzling mirror knife in his hand was raised again and slashed at the several half-step god kings who were about to touch the mirror coffin.

The golden sword light appeared again. The five half-step gods sensed the terrifying aura contained in it. They paused at the same time, barely avoiding the sword light. In this moment, the mirror coffin and Ji Qianming had already landed on the ground.

At this time, the Zihui God King had fully understood Ji Qianming's plan. The young man rushed towards him just now was not ignorant of his life or death. On the contrary, he was absolutely sure that he could take his own attack, so that he could restrain himself for a moment and leave enough time for the fall of the Xuandu Rakshasa nail.

With that strange displacement ability, he could go back directly to the Xuandu Rakshasa nail and start the next move.

What a deep scheming, so strong strength!

Ji Qianming's thought moved, and the mirror coffin that blocked the Xuandu Rakshasa nail was completely opened, exposing the black nail filled with a powerful dead energy to the air. Under the erosion of the dead energy that almost condensed into a solid body, the five half-step god kings suddenly retreated, their faces full of fear, and they did not dare to take the step forward again.

At this moment, a large number of dawn light spots appeared beside Ji Qianming, who was closest to the Rakshasa nail in Xuandu, and he used the strong power of dawn to barely block the erosion of the dead energy.

"What do you want to do?!" At the top of the purple clouds, the Purple Hui God King looked down at Ji Qianming, who was like an ant on the ground, and roared in a low voice, his voice as if the sky was rolling, terrifying.

In the dark dead air, the young man with a light golden light all over his body looked up at the sky, and there seemed to be flames in his eyes, and he spoke calmly:

"What I want to do, don't you know in your heart? Since you have created a despicable weapon like the Xuandu Rakshasa nail, you should have thought that this day would come..."

The dawn spots around him became denser and denser, condensed into a light golden robe. As the howling wind swung, he stepped into the thick dead aura and continued:

"When I was a child, I liked the Murong family in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". They had a unique skill called "using the other way, and giving the other person's attacks back. I don't like hurting people, but if someone takes the initiative to provoke me... I will return it thousands of times!"

"Since you want to use the Hyun-Du Rakshasa nail to deal with the earth, then I will let you taste it first!"

"Today I, Ji Qianming, will be the Murong family! I will give to him with his own way!"

In the angry eyes of the Zihui God King, Ji Qianming's palm flashing with the light of dawn suddenly grabbed the Xuandu Rakshasa nail with the dispersed death energy. His whole body was surging and he raised it high...

Punching into the ground hard!

The death breath eroded his body from his hands, and a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Feel the pain--the God Realm!!"

Buzz —!!

The Xuandu Rakshasa nail was deeply pierced into the ground, and a terrifying death aura burst out, and black lines flew out with the black nail as the center, madly preying on the vitality hidden under the earth.

In an instant, the earth shook!

The land began to sand, the plants and trees began to wither, and the flat land began to dry and crack and wrinkle, like an old man in his seventies who had lost most of his life power.

Even the spiritual energy filled with this land began to thin out quickly, just like an invisible mouth swallowing all the spiritual energy. The spiritual veins hidden underground quickly shriveled, and the spirit stone ore that was originally full of spiritual power turned into a ball of slag in its breath, melting into the ground.

And these black lines are still spreading at an astonishing speed, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles...

It is like a deadly poison, gradually eroding the entire earth, and wherever it goes, life disappears.

"You!!!" Fire almost spurted out from the eyes of the Zihui God King.

That is the Rakshasa nail of Xuan Du! Once it is nailed into the ground, it will be completely irreversible permanent damage. Although there is only one, it will not completely destroy the vitality of the earth, but you must know that this range is tens of millions of square kilometers!

This nail directly decomposed one-third of the Western Continent into wasteland!

It is not suitable for farming, not for practice, nor for the cultivation of heaven and earth treasures. This place will be deserted and a completely barren land!

He... broke the sky!

The cultivation level of the God King level exploded, and a purple figure shattered the space. He stepped directly to the Xuandu Rakshasa nail that had penetrated into the earth. The surging purple aura collided with the dead aura in the earth, and directly slammed it.

However, the dead energy has poured into the earth, and it is too late to destroy the Xuandu Rakshasa nail at this moment.

"You... go to die!!" The Zihui God King suddenly looked up at Ji Qianming, covered in blood, his eyes flashed violently, and his body blurred and came to him.

The phantom of the crying clown behind Ji Qianming appeared, adjusting his own time flow to the fastest, extending the mirror knife like lightning, and stepping into the world in the mirror.

Bang--!

The surging purple air hit the mirror knife and directly knocked it into pieces, but Ji Qianming's figure had disappeared.

The Zihui God King frowned and said in a stern manner: "You think I can't do anything to hide in another world?"

He captured the fragments of the mirror knife out of thin air, and made gestures with both hands. An ancient and obscure fluctuation spread out, and the purple air around him suddenly boiled and poured into the fragments of the mirror knife.

The world in the mirror.

Ji Qianming, covered in bruises, turned into night and crossed the sky, but his heart did not relax at all, because he could still feel that the faint spiritual consciousness had been stuck on his body for a long time.

Can the divine consciousness of the God King actually enter the world in the mirror to lock yourself?

At this moment, a purple feeling suddenly spread in the sky of the world in the mirror, as if it had knocked over the purple pigment plate, quickly soaked the sky, and Ji Qianming's heart sank.
Chapter completed!