"Qi Zixiao, what on earth are you going to do?!"
Chen Feihua was still able to hold on. He led many disciples of Taiyi Holy Land and his speed was not slow. He had already rushed out half the distance, but at this moment, he felt the pressure soaring!
If there were only three of them, disciples in the Nascent Soul stage, they could naturally rush over quickly. After all, although Qi Zixiao was strong, he had intercepted nearly 100,000 people at this moment!
But at this moment, they also have to protect many junior brothers and sisters who are not good enough in cultivation, so their speed is naturally not very fast.
Especially at this moment, with the blessing of the golden light, the resistance and destructive power doubled, making him so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
Unfortunately... Qi Zixiao ignored him at all!
"Is that behind her head..."
Huang Shang, on the other hand, looked at it carefully and his expression changed slightly: "Golden Ring of Merit?!"
"What?!"
Everyone who heard this was horrified: "How is this possible?!"
But some people suddenly realized: "Not long ago, the Purple Mansion Holy Land received merit from heaven, and the Purple Mansion Saint Lord Mo Daolin broke through and reached a higher level. Everyone thought that it was Mo Daolin who triggered the merit from heaven, so he was able to break through, but now it seems..."
"The person who caused the heaven-sent merit was not Mo Daolin, but Qi Zixiao?!"
"Not only is there merit from heaven, there is even a golden ring of merit. What on earth did she do?!"
"Although I don't know what she did, she must be the first person of the younger generation to do such a great thing..."
"Qi Zixiao, the Saintess of Purple Mansion, is truly extraordinary!"
I don't know how many people were amazed by this, but after being amazed, they were even more angry...
"this… "
"This is simply..."
"You have the Golden Ring of Merit, but you still want to take all the treasures in the secret realm for yourself. How despicable!"
"Why is she absorbing spiritual energy so fast?! My master is a Mahayana cultivator. Even if he absorbed it with all his strength, he wouldn't be able to do this. What's going on?!"
"Let's step aside and go around!"
"I don't believe she can intercept everywhere!"
The cultivators roared in anger. Some of them, due to their insufficient cultivation, knew they could not break through Qi Zixiao's interception, so they prepared to go around him.
At the same time, they were all shocked.
Whether it was the terrifying speed of spiritual energy absorption, the golden ring of merit, or Qi Zixiao's courage to almost become an enemy of the "whole world", they all exceeded everyone's expectations...
…
"Your Highness, I'll wait?"
Behind Lu Yao, many Yao Chi disciples were getting a little restless. They were all elite and would be able to get through if they spent some time.
At this moment, Zou Hu, the Holy Son of Nine Dragons, had already broken through Qi Zixiao's obstruction. If they did not take action, it would be too late, so they were a little anxious.
"Wait a little longer."
Lu Yao slowly shook her head: "Sister Zixiao must have her own reasons for doing this."
The girls: “????”
…
The Buddha's face is no longer swollen.
Although his talent in cultivation was ordinary, he had reached the Nascent Soul Stage with the help of various elixirs. It was just a slap in the face, not enough to make him unable to recover.
But at this moment, he frowned.
“I can’t figure it out!”
He whispered, and the monks around him were also shocked.
"Go ahead and get through!"
The Buddhist gritted his teeth and said, "We have come here to bring back the treasure!"
…
More people wanted to take action, but Qi Zixiao saw it all, but he didn't make any unnecessary moves. He just watched calmly, and even... wanted to laugh.
Stop everyone by yourself
She is not a fool, so she would not do that. She did so only because...
His spiritual sense swept behind him.
Fatty Dan, Lu Ming, Chen Cheng, and Zhou Yining, who had disappeared at some point, were waving at him from a distance.
And Fan Jianqiang...
Um?!
Black lines instantly appeared on Qi Zixiao's forehead!
What is that guy doing?!
He was actually squatting in the corner, shivering? And not far from his own light curtain
She immediately rolled her eyes.
…
On the other side, the divine fortune teller’s eyes turned red and he burst into action rapidly, standing in front of Zou Hu first.
"A divine fortune teller?"
Zou Hu continued to run as he grinned, "Although I don't know why the famous fortune teller has turned into a bald donkey, but... if you dare to stop me, you must be prepared to be seriously injured and on the verge of death!"
"roar!"
Behind him, the shadow of a white tiger was roaring madly. Zou Hu did not slow down at all and punched the fortune teller hard!
The Holy Land of Kowloon is mainly for demon cultivators, and demon cultivators focus on refining their bodies!
And Zou Hu is the contemporary Holy Son of Nine Dragons. His physical body has already become extremely terrifying and comparable to a magic weapon.
He was extremely confident in his physical body and melee combat ability. Could a mere fortune teller and Taoist priest stop him
"It's just one punch. If you can still stand, I lose!"
boom!
This punch was as bright as the sun, emitting a thousand-foot-long divine light!
Golden Crow Sun Fist!
Zou Hu's muscles were clenched all over, like a bodybuilder. One could tell at a glance that he had terrifying explosive power. The power of this punch even surprised the Purple Mansion Saint who had just rushed out of the light curtain.
However…
On the opposite side, the divine fortune teller remained expressionless, leaned forward, slightly squatted, and then, he also threw a punch!
"Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!"
Buzz!
There was a glazed light rising from the divine fortune teller's body, and then his flesh became crystal clear and transcendent.
Behind him, a strange cave appeared, like one of the six paths of reincarnation, tearing and devouring everything around it.
"Six Paths of Samsara Fist?!"
Zou Hu's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he laughed wildly, "It's just a fragment. There's only one of the six reincarnations left. Is it still worthy of being called the six reincarnations?!"
"Get out of here!"
Boom!!!!
The two fists collide, the scorching sun shakes the reincarnation! ! ! !
Bang!
That "reincarnation" was blurred for a moment, and almost disappeared in an instant, but it finally stabilized...
Then, he tore and devoured the 'scorching sun' madly, causing the scorching sun on Zou Hu's fist to quickly dim.
The latter had a head full of sparkling white hair, and a bloody aura was emerging. Behind him, the white tiger opened its mouth and roared madly, like a tiger roaring in the mountains, shocking everything.
"roar!"
boom!
The scorching sun exploded, the cycle of reincarnation was shattered, and the divine fortune teller was immediately blown away, smashing through several palaces before stopping, but...
Zou Hu's momentum of advancement was blocked and he had to stop.
"A divine fortune teller?"
He muttered, and then cursed: "You are a fortune teller? I think you should come with me to Kowloon Holy Land and get a position!"
"What kind of fortune teller can have a physique like you?!"
Boom!
The palace exploded.
The fortune teller's shirt was torn to pieces, but his crystal-clear body was not injured at all. He walked out of the ruins step by step and said faintly: "I'm still standing. Did you lose?"
Zou Hu's face suddenly fell: "I was just bragging, do you believe it?"
"So, the Son of the Nine Dragons is just like this, and his words don't count?"
The fortune teller doesn't need a knife to kill people, but his mouth is extremely poisonous.
But at the same time, he was filled with endless emotion!
If it had been in the past, how could he have dared to take the punch from the Holy Son of Nine Dragons? He would have died!
But now, even if he can't calculate anything because of Qi Zixiao, he can still fight against the Son of Nine Dragons just by relying on his own body and the magic skills he has practiced during this period!
Let’s not talk about whether I can win or not, but at least I can fight a few moves.
This was something he had never dared to think about before. Even though he had dared to attack the Saint of Purple Mansion in the past, at that time, he had relied on various calculations and the Great Evolution of Heaven and Earth to avoid danger and seek good fortune...
But at this moment, it is an open and direct confrontation, which is naturally completely different.
Your Highness has given me the grace of a new life!
When I have the Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils, how strong can I be?!
The divine fortune teller was filled with emotion, but he kept talking: "I wonder if this matter gets out, how much face will the Nine Dragons Holy Land still have?"
Zou Hu became angry immediately.
"Nonsense, this Saint Son is actually a person who doesn't keep his word?"
"Alright! I lost, so what?"
"Even if you lose, this Saint Son can still continue to fight! Come, fight!"
Zou Hu is neither a tiger nor a fool!
For the sake of the Kowloon Holy Land, you admit defeat? Then admit it. I can just turn around and beat you to death anyway!
Even if it gets out, who would believe it
"Then come!"
The divine fortune teller was very excited. It was the first time he felt that body refining was so enjoyable, so he naturally would not back down.
but…
At this moment, Fatty Dan rushed over from the side and said, "The wind is strong, hurry up!"
Then, the fat man went into a nearby palace and disappeared.
Later, Lu Ming, Zhou Yining, and Chen Chengren did the same thing.
The fortune teller: “…”
"No more fighting! Remember, you lost to me!"
The guy opened his mouth and then turned and ran.
Zou Hu: “???”
"These guys, could it be...?"
He suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help cursing: "Treacherous!"
"Come back here!"
…
Above the light curtain.
Even though the super spirit gathering formation was activated, Qi Zixiao could hardly hold on any longer. What's more, cultivators like Chen Feihua were almost about to break through the barrier of the light curtain.
Seeing this, Qi Zixiao instantly appeared behind Fan Jianqiang, who was squatting in the corner and trembling: "Let's go!"
boom!
The two of them soared into the sky, and the light curtain that had originally blocked everyone and caused countless monks to curse suddenly disappeared.
“???!”
"Where's Qi Zixiao?!"
Chen Feihua and the others were finally about to break through the barrier, but suddenly, the light curtain disappeared? !
He swept his spiritual sense up to the sky, but where was the trace of Qi Zixiao
There is no figure left!
I am so fucking!!!
At this moment, Chen Feihua was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.
You said you would leave sooner or later, but all these damn people of ours are about to rush over here, and you left?!
Isn't this bullying?!
"Brother, we..."
Huang Shang asked.
"Go in and look for treasure!!!"
"We'll talk about Qi Zixiao later. Finding the treasure is more important."
"Yes, Brother!"
Everyone was very obedient and ignored Qi Zixiao, but rushed in directly, but...
Haven't taken two steps yet.
boom!!!!
The ground beneath Chen Feihua's feet, which was originally normal, suddenly exploded!
Moreover, the explosions happened one after another!
Boom boom boom…
Smoke and dust rose up, and many Taiyi disciples who were not prepared were blown away, and many disciples even vomited blood crazily...