Wan Qin seemed to have thought of something. His expression turned gloomy for a moment, and he said almost word by word: "Su Qingyi, Su Qingyi, it seems that a thousand years ago, Zilong did not disapprove of you."

"It's because you don't recognize Zilong."

"Or is it that you just want to leave the purple dragon to Ling Tian?"

"Doesn't that mean that this emperor has been working for you for these thousands of years?"

The more Wan Qin thought about it, the angrier he became. He, who was already struggling with his energy, found it even more difficult to suppress it at this time, under the impact of internal and external shocks.

Poof!

Divine Emperor Wanqin couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even more pale. But the more he looked like this, the sneer on Wanqin's face became even stronger: "Su Qingyi doesn't care how you arrange it."

"I don't care what you did."

"Since I can't let you experience the humiliation you inflicted on me thousands of years ago, let Ling Tian now experience the humiliation you gave me back then."

Wan Qin felt even more cold in his heart: "Although Ling Tian has become a lot stronger now, it's a pity that he can only stand alone. The changes in the martial arts of the heaven are all seen by the master."

"No matter how strong Ling Tian is, all he needs is a thought from his master."

"He will eventually become a lonely ghost."

Thinking of this, Wan Qin looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and desperately used his huge strength again, completely suppressing the power of the purple dragon in an instant. Although it was suppressed, the purple dragon resisted the wind with great ferocity.

Hundreds of miles away!

The two galloping figures stopped for an instant. They were none other than the Zixiao God Emperor and the Wuxiang God Emperor.

When the two god emperors arrived, their expressions were not happy. Instead, they were solemn. Their gazes swept under the sky in front of them, and there was a cold look in their eyes: "What on earth happened?"

"The power of the purple dragon has actually escaped to such an extent?"

"If this continues, I'm afraid the power of the purple dragon will completely dissipate."

"It should be that boy Ling Tian who has arrived at Wanqin Pavilion."

"That Ziezhan is quite courageous, but he is a bit reckless after all. In the current situation, how dare he go there with such an attitude?"

"It's really a death wish."

"But if he can go, he must be prepared. We can't be careless. There must be a reason why this kid can escape from death situations several times."

The two god emperors couldn't help but become nervous when facing Ling Tian. Even at this time, there was a hint of oppression in the hearts of the two god emperors. This was the oppression from Ling Tian.

It is also the pressure from Ling Tian, ​​and even more so from the pressure of the Aotian God Emperor. Although a thousand years have passed, who in the martial arts of the upper heaven realm does not change their expressions when they talk about the Aotian God Emperor?

now!

Thousands of years have passed. It is extremely difficult for the son of Aotian to grow to such an astonishing level. We must not allow disaster to occur.

The two looked at each other, then nodded, and the bodies of the two divine emperors rushed out in an instant, bringing up two streams of light under the sky, heading straight towards Wanqin Pavilion.

Great war!

On the verge of breaking out!

Outside Wanqin Pavilion, the ice shrouded deeper and deeper, and the sound of Wanqin never stopped. The scene of ten thousand qins singing in unison made everyone at the scene tremble: "I really didn't expect that things would reach this point?"

"Thousands of instruments are singing together, what is the reason?"

"I'm going to collapse."

...

Under this overwhelming murderous intention, everyone at the scene felt oppressed, but the most anxious thing was that they couldn't even see where the other person was?

The invisible panic was the most deadly. Just when everyone was shocked, they saw a piano sound resounding from the depths of the dense forest in front of them. Such a piano sound, for just a moment, made everyone feel a sense of surrender deep in their souls.

As the sound of the piano rippled for a moment, a calm word came out.

Rise up the sky!

"Pardon the Heavenly Qin Master!"

"Ling Tian!"
Chapter completed!