Ji Qianming breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Cang Mingzi's voice. Although he didn't know what was going on, as long as the person was fine, everything would be easy to say.

The Red Dust Sword easily passed through the force field outside Siwu Mountain, roaring across the sky, and flew towards Ji Qianming.

Sensing the aura of the God King, the faces of the Leng Zhu God King and the Qianyan God King both darkened.

Siwushan actually has a god king-level existence? Why doesn’t Burial Star remind them?

However, things have reached this point, and it is impossible to turn back. What's more, they bet all their future on this secret technique of reincarnation. If they just return empty-handed, they will be dead when their life spans.

"Imperial weapon?! Stop it!" The Qianyan God King felt the aura on the Red Dust Sword and immediately roared.

The Leng Zhu God King reacted very quickly. He flew out the moment the Hongchen Sword penetrated into the force field, and followed the Hongchen Sword, trying to intercept the sword halfway.

But Ji Qianming's movements are faster!

The fifth final was liberated in an instant. Ji Qianming, who held the authority of space, pointed at the Leng Zhu God King from afar. The space between the latter and the Red Dust Sword was lengthened like plasticine. As the Leng Zhu God King's speed became faster and faster, the distance between the two became farther and farther.

"The Law of Space?" The God King Leng Zhu didn't know the end of existence, and only thought that Ji Qianming was the God King who mastered the Law of Space, and his face suddenly turned extremely solemn.

Ji Qianming flashed to the front of the Hongchen Sword, reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and the red sword spikes moved with the wind. A familiar and unfamiliar force surged out of the Hongchen Sword, collided with Ji Qianming's spiritual power, and gradually merged.

"The Original Taoist Art?" Ji Qianming felt the resonance between the Red Dust Sword and himself, looked down at the bright red sword spike, and murmured to himself.

This sword spear is exactly the same as the sword spear left by Daoxuan. It combines the carriers of the Original Taoist Art and the Jiuxiao Sword God Art, which is equivalent to a spiritual imprint. If an outsider picks up the sword and tries to force it to take it for himself, the sword spear will immediately send out a sword intention to counterattack.

But Ji Qianming is different. He is the only orthodox heir of the Daoxuan God Emperor, and he also has the Original Taoist Art and the Jiuxiao Sword God Art in his body. This sword spear will not only not attack him, but will become a part of his power.

In short, in the entire divine world, Ji Qianming is the only person who has the qualification to use the Red Dust Sword.

Ji Qianming held the Red Dust Sword in his hand, and his spiritual power was stimulating. He was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, and the Red Dust Sword in his hand trembled slightly, making a gentle whisper, as if he was thrilling.

"You are not any of the god kings today... Who are you?" Ji Qianming's eyes swept over the two of them, and his brows frowned slightly.

Except for Min An, he has met these contemporary gods. It is obvious that the two people in front of him are not any of them, and the aura they emit is very strange, which gives Ji Qianming the same feeling as a zombie.

The Qianyan God King did not reply. He waved his hands gently, and array flags floated out of his wide sleeves, thousands of which were scattered around Ji Qianming, and disappeared into the air.

Formation? This thought suddenly flashed through Ji Qianming's mind. Just as he was about to take action, a large number of wooden sword lights burst out from the surroundings, rushing towards Ji Qianming like a tide.

Sword Formation...

Ji Qianming held the Red Dust Sword tightly and swept across his body gently. A bright red sword light condensed into a ring and swept away in an instant, clearing all the wooden sword lights around him.

Immediately afterwards, a stick shadow appeared out of thin air, swung directly from the air and hit Ji Qianming's head heavily.

The Leng Zhu God King had been ambushed near Ji Qianming at some point, but Ji Qianming's spiritual consciousness did not have any warning, as if something had blocked him.

Ji Qianming's reaction was very fast. He swung out the Red Dust Sword and held back the green short stick tightly. The green light and red light swept across the center of the collision, rolling up a terrifying wave of air and sweeping away the nearby clouds.

At the same time, Ji Qianming's heart thumped, without thinking, and took a few steps back in an instant. A thin thread that was inaccurate just now flew past the position where Ji Qianming was standing. If he had been in the evening for a moment, even if he could escape the fate of being cut in half, he would have to lose some parts such as hands and feet.

Ji Qianming narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around him with some vigilance.

If he guessed correctly, the Qianyan God King just threw out some kind of self-made array flag. While blocking his perception, it can also be randomly combined according to the will of Qianyan God King and spliced ​​into different killing formations or maze formations.

If it is single against single, Ji Qianming can completely create pressure on the crazy Qianyan God King while protecting himself, forcing him to save himself. However, there is a Leng Zhu God King who is very good at head-on battles to restrain himself in the formation. In addition, the Qianyan God King's perfect control and support ability, Ji Qianming's situation suddenly became difficult.

The combination of these two people is so disgusting.

Ji Qianming thought for a moment and had a countermeasure in his heart. The bloody circus field opened, and nine clown phantoms walked out of the illusion at the same time, and took action at the same time, rushing towards the Leng Zhu God King.

Fool perception, fool direction, fool time, fool space...

All kinds of incredible abilities were thrown out, and even the Leng Zhu God King could not escape for a moment. Ji Qianming seized the opportunity and made a gesture with one hand. The red dust sword in his hand buzzed, turning into an extreme red light to penetrate the space and shoot towards the Qianyan God King who was hiding in the distance.

The Qianyan God King reached out and pointed forward, and three guardian formations appeared out of thin air around him, but they were all fragile in front of the imperial soldiers, and they could not even delay half a breath. The Red Dust Sword easily pierced the body of the Qianyan God King, but there was no blood seeping out, but gradually fading...

"Stander...tsk, the God King level is really troublesome." Ji Qianming frowned slightly, his mental power and spiritual consciousness scattered at the same time, but he still could not capture the position of the Qianyan God King.

A practitioner who can be promoted to the God King must have his own unique features. Ji Qianming has just stepped into the threshold of the God King Realm. Even with all kinds of leaf patterns to help him, it is still very difficult to kill two old god kings who perfectly cooperate with each other in one go.

"Neither spiritual consciousness nor mental power can identify the location of that God King... Then try that." Ji Qianming murmured to himself.

The spiritual power in his body suddenly changed its flow direction, and it was running rapidly in an extremely strange route, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Ji Qianming's eyes closed, as if something was brewing.

Suddenly, the flow of spiritual power in his body seemed to break a certain limit, and a mysterious and profound aura scattered, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with the great way, and the heaven and man were united.

Ji Qianming slowly opened his eyes, and a white circle flowed faintly in his eyes, mysterious and strange.
Chapter completed!