The eyes of the kings in the heaven world stared at Shang Zideng, wanting to know what decision he would make?

The young man in white and the woman in palace clothes who just appeared were obviously not people who could easily deal with. Even if they were large and powerful, they would probably pay a heavy price after a battle.

All the monks in the Heaven Realm present are dragons and phoenixes among the people, and they all have hopes of reaching the realm of the Great Sage. Who can spare your life?

Shang Ziying saw what they were thinking, and knew that some monks in the heaven world had a desire to retreat, stared at the dwarf in the seven-step Saint King realm, and said, "Zhuo Man, do you choose an opponent first?"

Zhuo Man held a battle axe, licked his thick lips, stared at the Destiny Corpse Emperor, and smiled: "I'd better choose that corpse cultivator!"

Then, the dwarf named Zhuo Man rushed out and slashed at the Destiny Corpse Emperor with an axe.

The axe light slid from the sky to the ground, forming a light waterfall, and the holy energy of the entire world was shaking violently.

In the temple, a saint from Kunlun Realm exclaimed: "The perfect power of Qi Yao."

Generally speaking, only the Nine-Step Holy King can activate the perfect power of the Seven-Bright Sword.

Although Zhuo Man had accumulated a long time to slash this axe, it was still shocking. From this, it can be seen that he must be a talented figure with a far superior combat power to a cultivator at the same level.

The Emperor of Destiny's brow condensed deeply. Instead of resisting Zhuo Man's attack, he stepped on a wonderful step and jumped into the sky.

"Boom."

The battle axe slashed on the ground, and the entire island was shaking violently.

The earth was divided into two halves, with two thick streams of mud and dust rushing towards two different directions with the cracks as the center.

Ten miles away.

The Destiny Corpse Emperor combined his hands, and a green dragon rushed out of the blue dragon armor on his body, colliding with the surging remaining power of the battle axe.

The heaven and earth shook again, and then the green dragon and the remaining power of the battle axe dissipated at the same time.

Fortunately, the Emperor of Destiny blocked the remaining power of the battle axe, otherwise the mark left by Zhuo Man's axe on the ground would be more than ten miles long. I'm afraid the ground a hundred miles away would be separated.

Under the Great Sage, there are not many creatures who can cause such terrible destructive power in the Heavenly Court.

Seeing that Zhuo Man had stopped the Destiny Corpse Emperor, Shang Ziying nodded slightly and said, "They are blocked by Zhuo Man and I. If you go to solve the monks in the Kunlun Realm, you must fight quickly. Of course, you have to be careful. There are still a few thrustling figures in the Kunlun Realm."

"Leave it to me, they can't make any big waves." Gongzi Yan smiled contemptuously.

Shang Ziying smiled and said, "If you are willing to take action, you will definitely be sure to win."

Shang Zipeng's figure became blurred. The next moment, he appeared opposite the chariot of the woman in the palace dress, stood upright, staring at her with admiration. Even when facing the terrifying power of the eight Nine-Step Holy Kings, he was calm and calm.

"Are you the number one in the "Borrow Ranking" of the Temple of Death?" Shang Ziying said.

"How can there be any inner demon in the world? Only those who are not firm enough will be obsessed with the demon."

The woman in the palace dress was a little lazy. She stretched her jade arms slightly, sat upright on the couch, slowly gathered her slender legs, and her two white and delicate thighs were tightly attached to each other.

The indescribable gentleness of the movements was a little distracted even after seeing them with Shang Zipeng's nature.

Shang Zixuan said, "I understand now why Feng Qiongqi, Lijiang Dragon King, Daoxu and others have become your slaves. You are really a fascinating woman. Unfortunately, your methods are useless to me."

The woman in the palace dress laughed: "You are indeed a little different. It is almost impossible to control your heart. But can you just block the eight Nine-Step Holy Kings?"

"It may not be impossible to stop it." Shang Ziying said.

At this moment, Gongzi Yan, Xun Ya, and a large number of powerful people from the Heaven Realm rushed into the temple and launched fierce attacks on the monks from the Kunlun Realm.

The woman in the palace dress glanced in the direction of the temple and said, "Although I don't care about the life and death of the monks in Kunlun Realm, who told Zhang Ruochen to care?"

The chariot couch was placed on the ground, and an old man with flesh wings on his back and a middle-aged man with a dragon dragon on his head rushed out at the same time and rushed to the temple, ready to block the kings of the heaven world.

Both of them were nine-step saint kings, and they were surprisingly fast. The average saint king could not see them at all.

However, Shang Zipeng was faster than them, and he kept his hands in front of them.

The two Nine-Step Holy Kings were both stunned, and then they tried their best to mobilize the holy energy in their bodies, and each produced a holy art-level palm print.

"Junior, go away."

The armor on Shang Zipeng's body emitted three dazzling lights, and his arms seemed to be flowing with three rivers. He also made two palm prints, which touched the palm prints made by the two Nine-Step Holy Kings.

"boom!"

The palm power of the three people formed ripples and spread outward.

The sacred clothes on the two older generations, Nine Steps Saint Kings, swollen, like two huge balloons, flew backwards and landed again near the chariot couch.

There were three-colored light patterns flowing on their faces, and they couldn't move.

After a while, the two of them resolved the three-colored light patterns and recovered.

Shang Zipeng's long silver-white hair floated with the wind, and walked towards the chariot in vain and said, "A woman like you is a beautiful woman with extraordinary abilities should not be my enemy. Isn't it better for us to be friends?"

The eyes of the woman in the palace dress became no longer as charming and calm as before.

Obviously, the strength Shang Zigong just showed really shocked her.

He is only at the level of a seven-step Saint King, but he can defeat two nine-step Saint Kings.

Although Shang Zideng mobilized the rules of truth, it was still quite impressive. Any older generation strong man would definitely feel awesome when he saw this scene.

The woman in the palace dress took out an ancient mirror and moved her lips at the ancient mirror, as if she said something.

Immediately, in addition to the two Nine-Step Holy Kings who protected the palace dress, six Nine-Step Holy Kings rushed out at the same time and launched an attack on Shang Zigong.

The two nine-step saint kings each took out a seven-glorious sacred weapon and continuously injected the holy energy into it. Suddenly, layers of holy power light waves appeared on the holy weapon.

Obviously, they wanted to inspire the perfect power of Qiyao and kill Shang Zipeng.

Of course, even the Nine-Step Holy King is not easy to inspire the perfect power of the Seven-Yang Yao, and it takes a certain amount of time.

In addition, the four nine-step saints who attacked were buying time for them.

The attack methods that the four of them attacked were all mid-level holy arts, and they had already practiced to the level of Tongxuan.

The claw print made became more than ten feet long, causing countless lightning.

The palm force exerted caused the clouds in the sky to press down, and the earth was filled with the sound of wind.

...

Faced with the attack of the four Nine-step Saint Kings, Shang Zigong was extremely calm and took off the three red feathers on his head with his five fingers.

With a wave of his arm, three red feathers flew out.

Then three crying sounds echoed through the sky, and three red feathers turned into three flame monster birds dozens of feet long, rushing towards the four Nine-step Saint Kings, blocking all the attacks they fired.

"Wow—"

Shang Ziying flew up from the ground, and a red sword appeared in his right hand, dense golden light patterns appeared on the sword body, releasing a brilliant and thick wave of power, slashing at the two Nine-step Holy Kings who were actuating the Seven-Sky Ten Thousand-Strip Holy Artifact.

Before the sword arrived, a wave of fire had swept across the two of them.

The two nine-step saint kings both changed their faces. They each spit out a mouthful of holy blood and sprayed on two seven-glorious sacred objects. Then the seventh layer of holy power light wave appeared on the surface of the holy weapon.

Both of them were happy and activate the Seven-Shaped Ten Thousand-Past Sacred Artifact with all their strength and hit Shang Zipeng who was flying in the air.

"Rumbling."

The two powerful forces collided, and the aftermath of the holy energy spread hundreds of miles away. The illusion array covering this world seemed to be about to be shattered.

"puff!"

The two Nine Steps Saint Kings vomited blood and flew backwards like scarecrows.

Their arms became bloody and flesh, with white bones exposed, and countless sword marks on their bodies. The two seven-blade sacred artifacts they held became dim and dull.

Shang Zigong walked on the dusty earth with a red sword, step by step towards the woman in the palace dress and said, "Now, it's time for you to make your choice! Those who follow me will live, and those who go against me will die."

The woman in the palace dress stood up and stared at Shang Zipeng with an incredible look, but soon another smile appeared: "It's not the time for you to decide my life and death."

The woman in the palace dress waved the ancient mirror in her hand, and a thick blood mist flew out of the mirror and poured into the bodies of the two nine-step saints who had previously activated the Seven-Shaped Holy Artifact.

Suddenly, the two of them grew blood and flesh again on their arms, and their injuries were healed, so they stood up again.

"Rumbling."

In the distance, four nine-step saint kings smashed three monsters of flames into pieces, turned into three red feathers, and fell to the ground. The four of them quickly retreated back and appeared behind Shang Zigong, forming a semi-encircled formation.

Shang Zipeng looked behind him and frowned slightly: "It's really troublesome. However, it's useless for you to restrain me. My target is not you at all. In a moment, all the monks in Kunlun Realm will die."

"What a big tone, I don't believe it today!"

In the sky, a vast purple air surged.

The sound just now came from the purple air.

I saw a fist-sized Taoist priest, carrying a huge humanoid body more than 130 meters high, flying quickly towards the direction of the temple.

Shang Ziying could see clearly that the giant held in his hand by the little Taoist was the clan of the giant-eyed robbery clan.

Kun was captured?
Chapter completed!