Su Qin sat cross-legged with a smile on his face.
During this period of time, in addition to stabilizing the newly formed miniature domain, Su Qin often experienced the various magical functions of the domain.
As a method that at least the myth of the seventh heaven can hope to master, the domain is far more than just suppressing and killing the enemy.
At least after Su Qin pondered over this period of time, he discovered that the domain has various effects such as body protection, concealment, and life saving.
In addition, Su Qin also discovered that if he is willing, the scope of the domain is far more than a hundred feet.
Baizhang is only within the scope of Su Qin's complete control.
Within this hundred feet, Su Qin is the creator, omnipotent.
And once the coverage of the domain exceeds a hundred feet, Su Qin's control begins to decline.
To put it simply, if a myth of the seventh heaven falls into Su Qin's Baizhang domain, he will not be able to borrow a trace of power, and will still be slaughtered by Su Qin, and he will not even be able to escape.
But if Su Qin spreads the domain to thousands of feet, if the myth of the seventh heaven falls into it, although it will still be greatly suppressed, it will not be without resistance.
At least struggle a few times.
"Next, in addition to continuing to practice penance, we must continue to compress the power of heaven and earth, replenish the domain, and make the area covered by it continue to expand."
Su Qinfu's heart was full, and his thoughts fluctuated.
At his height, although the road ahead is not clear, he probably knows how to go.
Of course, for the vast majority of mythical warriors, knowing how to get there and being able to get there are completely different things.
Just like a ninth-rank official in the Tang Kingdom, he knew that he only needed to work hard and work for the Tang Kingdom, and he might make his way to the top and become a third-rank official in the court.
But how many of the thousands of ninth-rank officials in the Tang Kingdom can climb to the position of third-rank officials
Martial arts cultivation, especially the path of mythology, is extremely difficult.
I know it may not be possible to do it.
Seeing may not be able to touch.
"Retreat for another two months."
Su Qin was ready to familiarize himself with the power of the domain again, and was not in a hurry to go out.
Anyway, now that Chang'an City has Ruan Qing, a myth of the third heaven, sitting in the town, generally there will be no problems, and Su Qin is also happy to practice in seclusion.
Just when Su Qin was retreating.
Tang Huang was discussing state affairs with his ministers in the Tai Chi Hall.
Sudden.
A forbidden soldier rushed in hurriedly, walked up to Emperor Tang, and whispered something.
"What?"
Tang Huang's complexion changed drastically.
Immediately afterwards, the Tang Emperor ignored the imperial court and quickly walked out of the Tai Chi Hall and came to the imperial city.
"them?"
Tang Huang's complexion was extremely ugly.
I saw six shadows looming above the sky. The figures of the six realms looked down on the city of Chang'an and the Emperor Tang, just like beings overlooking all beings from above.
"who are they?"
Tang Huang took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, the final general does not know." The commander of the forbidden army next to him looked serious, and after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "However, these people should be all martial arts legends."
Only martial arts myths can be able to control Qi Lingfeng.
Therefore, even if the commander of the forbidden army has never seen the six figures in the sky make a move, he still knows that the opponent is at least a strong man at the level of martial arts mythology.
As soon as the commander of the imperial army said this.
Tang Huang's face immediately turned pale.
Normally, the appearance of one of the martial arts myths would have shocked the whole world, but now six of them came at the same time outside Chang'an City.
How does this make Emperor Tang calm.
"Your Majesty, the one on the far left should be the Patriarch of the Blood Killing Sect." The commander of the imperial army seemed to have discovered something, and quickly whispered.
When Emperor Tang heard this, he immediately focused his gaze on the left side, and sure enough, he saw a figure in a blood-colored robe standing in the same void.
"Trouble."
Tang Huang felt a chill in his heart.
If there is no Patriarch of Xueshamen, Tang Huang still has a little luck, thinking that these six martial arts myths may just pass by to have a look.
but now.
Tang Huang only felt like falling into an abyss.
"His Majesty."
"What shall we do now?"
The commander of the imperial army asked in a low voice.
"wait."
Tang Huang was full of powerlessness, "Look at what they want to do."
What else could they do but wait
The six martial arts myths stood tall in the void, let alone encircled and suppressed by ordinary troops, they couldn't even touch each other.
Although there are a large number of bows and crossbows hoarded in Chang'an City, who dares to use them against the six martial arts myths above
Once the bow and crossbow are used, it is tantamount to completely tearing faces with the six martial arts myths. At that time, if the opponent makes a massacre, who can stop it
One martial arts myth can ignore millions of troops, let alone six
And at this moment.
above the sky.
Several disciples from overseas Shangzong Great Sect were looking at Chang'an City below in boredom.
"There is a third heaven breath, and it must be the mythical warrior from Chang'an City." The man in green with the sword in his hand said flatly.
"Three heavens?"
"amazing."
The Taoist priest in Taoist robe nodded slightly.
To be able to step into the realm of mythology in this barren continent, even the mythology of the third heaven, regardless of aptitude and temperament, is the best choice.
"It's a pity, to become a mythical warrior, the foundation is fixed, and you will never be able to join our sect." A cold man in black robe said.
"Okay, what should we do now? Suppress it directly?" the rough and tough man said dissatisfied.
"Suppress it?"
The woman in white turned her beautiful eyes, thought for a while, and said: "Let them know first, if they refuse, it will not be too late to kill them."
Bing Ling is the contemporary goddess of the Snow God Palace, a major religion taught overseas. If there is no accident, she will definitely become the Lord of the Snow God Palace in the future, and she will be the person with the highest status on the field.
"In that case."
"Go down and say something."
The ruthless man in black glanced at the blood-killing patriarch in the corner.
In terms of status and identity, blood killing ancestors are not on the same level as them at all.
Whether it's the ruthless man in black or anyone else, they are all the favored sons of heaven from various great religions.
As for killing the Patriarch with blood, he is just a casual cultivator. Although he has the strength of the third level, he is far from being regarded by any of them.
If you don't need someone to lead the way,
And the mythical warriors who happened to come out of this continent with the Bloody Patriarch, they would not be with the Bloody Patriarch.
"yes."
Blood Killing Patriarch respectfully said.
soon.
The blood-killing patriarch took a step forward and appeared on the city wall.
"My lords, I will give you two options for the Tang Dynasty." The blood-killing patriarch looked at Tang Huang and the others, and said indifferently: "One is to submit, and the other is to submit after being suppressed by this lord. After half an hour, you have to think about it before replying." .”
The blood-killing patriarch turned and left without even looking at Emperor Tang.
"Surrender?"
"Surrender after suppression?"
Tang Huang's complexion was ashen, trembling with anger.
"Your Majesty." The commander of the imperial army next to him also looked grave.
Rather than giving them two choices, Blood Killing Patriarch would rather simply make them surrender.
"Has the third brother appeared?"
Tang Huang took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, I haven't found Uncle Guo yet." The commander of the imperial army shook his head and said.
As soon as this word came out.
Tang Huang's face turned pale again.
"Could it be, is it that the heavens are going to destroy my country of Tang?" Tang Huang looked miserable.
And at this moment.
above the sky.
The man in Tsing Yi frowned with the long sword on his back: "It's half an hour, has the Tang Kingdom recovered?"
"My lord, no." The blood-killing patriarch bowed.
"In that case, let's suppress it directly." The cold man in black robe said.
"snort!"
"I said to suppress it a long time ago, and I have to waste half an hour." The rough man snorted coldly, took a step forward, and stomped his feet fiercely.
immediately.
The vitality of the heavens and the earth shook, and it slowly pressed down towards the imperial city.
at this time.
The same force of heaven and earth emerged, blocking the blow from the rough man.
I saw Ruan Qing slowly walking out of the East Palace, came to the city wall, and looked at the mythical warriors.
"Mr. Ruan."
Tang Huang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your Majesty, I can only do my best, but whether I can stop it is up to fate." Ruan Qing looked tragic.
In Ruan Qing's eyes, these disciples of the Great Sect of the Supreme Sect have been cultivated by the sect since they were young. Whether it is the cultivation method, the secret technique, or even the foundation, they are far superior to casual martial artists like Ruan Qing .
"Let me try it."
"It's been a long time since I shot."
High in the sky, a Taoist priest in Taoist robes stood up.
Seeing this, Ruan Qing also stood in the air, fighting with the Taoist priest in Taoist robe.
However.
The result was just as Ruan Qing expected, he was not a Taoist opponent at all, he was suppressed after only ten moves, and after twenty moves, Ruan Qing vomited blood directly and was slapped away with a palm.
This is because the Taoist priest deliberately kept his hand, otherwise Ruan Qing would have been seriously injured, not to mention falling on the spot.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Let you surrender and suffer less, why bother?"
The rough man looked down at Emperor Tang and the others, and sneered.
Tang Huang's face was ashen, and he held his hands tightly, not daring to refute a word.
Because he knew that the lives of countless people in the entire Chang'an City depended on the thought of the rough man.
"snort!"
The rough man sneered, casually protruding his mind to scan the palace.
"Huh?"
At this moment, the rough man let out a bewilderment, and his spiritual thoughts instantly focused on a certain person.
"The muscles and veins are transparent, but he is a genius. Come back with me obediently."
The rough man stretched out his right hand, gathered it into a huge palm of vitality, and grabbed it towards a certain place in the palace.
"No, it's Wan'er." Tang Huang was startled, and recognized that the place where the rough man was grabbing with his right hand was the residence of the princess Li Wan.
"What's this?"
Li Wan was practicing, but she saw a huge hand grabbing it quickly.
"not good!"
Li Wan realized something was wrong and wanted to escape.
However, Li Wan is only a third-middle-level warrior, how could she escape the capture of a mythical warrior
Just when Li Wanqiao's face was full of despair.
The huge palm grabbed by the rough man was three feet close to Li Wan's body, and was suddenly blocked by a faint barrier.
"kindness?"
"There is another mythical warrior?"
The rough man immediately recognized that the barrier on Li Wan's body was the method left by the mythical warrior.
"But so what?"
Just when the rough man was about to break the barrier with a hideous face.
Under the city of Chang'an.
In the majestic hall.
Su Qin opened his eyes silently.
"Has the divine sense I left on Li Wan been touched?"
Su Qin looked up at the sky, and the huge divine sense swept across in an instant.
"you wanna die!"
Su Qin's eyes were calm, and he stretched out his right hand, only to see a strange long knife shaped like a sickle and bent like a full moon for him to pull out.
The long knife is as black as ink, and the surface of the knife is extremely deep, like a black hole that swallows all living beings.
next moment.
Su Qin held the Demon God's Blade in his hand and slashed lightly.
Tear!
No one can describe the sharpness of this knife.
The sky and the ground turned into a pitch-black ocean, and a long and narrow black gap appeared in the space. The pitch-black knife light seemed to be able to cut the sky and the earth apart, and left in an instant.
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