Chapter 2001

Wei Chi Changfeng's face was terrified, and he slowly stood up from the gully, with a cold expression in his long and narrow eyes.

"Impossible! How can it be so strong!" Yuchi Changfeng snorted and shook his body.

Su Yi restrained his breath, his face sank, and his eyes fell on the trigger of Wei Chi Changfeng. He saw that the light on it was half full again, and his heart couldn't help but be awed.

"He hasn't used all the strength of the trigger! What kind of prohibition is there!" Chi Feihong touched his chin and his eyes were picked alone.

After several attacks, Su Yi undoubtedly used 80% of the means, and his attack power was comparable to the peak of the yuan clan.

Such strength still made Yuchi Changfeng only suffer a little flesh injury, and Su Yi's face was cold and gloomy. This situation was a little difficult to deal with.

Obviously, with part of the power of the emerald trigger, it can arouse the innate Holy Spirit, and Wei Chi Changfeng's cultivation temporarily improved a great realm!

"The power that doesn't belong to you will eventually bite itself, Wei Chi Changfeng. You won't fail to understand this truth!" Su Yi said coldly.

"Hum! What a joke! So what?" Wei Chi Changfeng raised a proud arc at the corner of his mouth, and the light in the depths of his dark eyes flickered.

"Tianman martial arts, the strong is respected. If you are all dead today, I am the natural emperor. What is the difference between true and false!"

Wei Chi Changfeng's eyes were extremely cold, sweeping Su Yi, Liu Ruoxi and others, and the murderous flame jumped out, extremely venomous.

"Boom!"

At this time, a strong pressure exploded from the holy master, and a six fold holy king of the yuan territory rushed out. Everyone present for no reason trembled, with a feeling of prostration.

Feeling this breath change, Su Yi instantly turned sideways, and the holy Master said, "Su Yi, please step back first! Now that you have reached this point, it is my own business of holy mountain! You can leave first with Red Mansions and Ruoxi!"

"Holy one!"

"Old woman! What are you doing!" Xuehonglou shivered all over, and the smell of the yellow robe trembled, and the robe hunting, a dangerous smell vented!

Looking at the holy master, Su Yi could see that the holy master's cultivation breath soared twice in an instant, reaching the eighth level of the yuan territory, and a golden light fell. Under the brilliant light, the holy master bathed in divine brilliance!

"Holy light sky whirling dance!"

In the golden light, a beautiful shadow danced up and down, and the soft waist continued to rotate with the light and rain. The plain hand was gently lifted, the head was slightly turned, and a golden mist like water sleeve was thrown out, turned into a ribbon around the skin, and the heavy palace robe was removed. The beautiful figure was shining in the sky. Such a wonderful beauty is undoubtedly stunning!

The wind and thunder are loud, and the music in the distance coincides, just like a beautiful accompaniment. Between gently closing and slowly twisting, the saint's body shape and appearance are undergoing the most amazing changes.

The original dignified and elegant face, with a few years of vicissitudes and precipitation, now after a dance, when the golden cloud sleeves are removed, a beautiful face is displayed in front of people.

All of a sudden, everyone has forgotten the changes in the situation on the court. The holy master's eyes are as smart and beautiful as amber, the golden curtain is half covered, shy, sad and scattered, the pale yellow gauze skirt is fresh and elegant, and his steps are clean, like a beautiful fairy who falls into the mortal world.

The silver wire with drooping shoulders was casually manipulated by a jade hairpin. The lotus face, red lips gently opened, and a small bangs slanted on the slender willow eyebrows, as if watching the ups and downs of the world, and finally attributed to a pool of spring water. The beauty of natural refinement brightened people's eyes!

"The holy master is so beautiful!" Su Yi whispered in her heart.

And Liu Ruoxi opened her mouth wider, looked at Mingyu and looked back at the holy statue of Qingcheng, full of disbelief.

"In those days, Tianman had two beauties, one was sister Duanmu and the other was the Holy One. After marrying the holy emperor, the holy one practiced the spirit of the holy king in simple terms. A holy light sky whirling dance suitable for women's cultivation, Liu shining! It's the real name of the Holy One! It's also my distant relative grandma!" Liu Ruoxi nodded in a low voice full of pride.

Su Yi couldn't help nodding, her eyes narrowed, looking at such a peerless beauty in the air. Unlike Duanmu Xiaoman, Liu shining brought a natural refined grace, giving people an infinite tenderness.

"And Ruoxi are indeed somewhat similar!" The more she looked, the more she looked, Su Yi couldn't help thinking in her heart, but she didn't know what the holy master was doing to expose his cultivation and restore his youthful appearance?

Looking at the saint's body gently turning and slowly falling to the ground, like a light cloud covering the moon, the snow red building star eyes were moist and brewing, and his eyes were quietly blazing.

"Old woman, do you really want to do this?"

The saint gently touched the ground, put his left hand on his right hand, and waved a radian. He was gentle and murderous, looking coldly at Yuchi Changfeng in front of him.

"Shiniang..." Yuchi Changfeng's eyes were even more restless. When he entered the mountain, he worshipped the holy emperor and had contacts with the holy emperor for several years.

At this time, looking at the holy master's recovery of his face, he immediately felt an impulse in his heart. The holy master gently opened his red lips, and his eyes were sharp and cold.

"Yuchi, you participate in the holy mountain competition with a false name. You have no qualification for the holy emperor, and you are trying to harm your fellow disciples and bully your teachers and destroy your ancestors. Today I will clean up the door for the former holy emperor!"

The deep voice spread out with the ancient and majestic breath, and the eightfold strength of the yuan territory within the holy master's whole body quickly shot out!

In the distance, Wei Chi Changfeng's eyes also changed from moving to sneering, and his calm and deep eyes were cold and bitter, looking at the tomb of the southern holy emperor.

"The master is buried here. Since you do this, I will send you to see the master!"

"Boom!"

The eyes were sunken, and the emerald wrench light in Yuchi Changfeng's hand quickly shrouded his body. With the dazzling light penetrating out, Su Yi, Xue Honglou and others' faces suddenly changed.

The overwhelming golden soul gathered in front of him, forming a huge aperture, spreading dazzling white light, just like the sun, and the majestic soul breath roared, and instantly burst into the extreme breath.

Such a breath was no less than the eighth level of the holy master's yuan realm, and Su Yi immediately looked at it.

"This power is a little familiar!"

Xue Honglou's eyes burst with dazzling light, his face showed extreme cold, and he whispered, "it's the gas of the congenital holy king!"

"Not bad! It's exactly the same as that in Shengwu hall!" Su Yi's eyes changed greatly, and he carefully distinguished them, which was exactly the same as the innate spirit of the holy king in the holy martial arts hall.

In this way, the emerald wrench can actually trigger the Qi of the congenital holy king, and store it for your own use, which is also a treasure!

"Shiniang, sorry! Changfeng called you Shiniang for the last time!"