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When the beautiful man got angry, it was no small matter.

"Dance of the Butterflies."

"Long and long!"

Ka-cha

The finger fan collided with the body of Zi Lin, and the clothes on his body began to flutter. True energy began to revolve around his body, transforming into many butterfly-like things, spreading outwards. It was actually Yang Qi's finger force that reached his body, automatically splitting apart and transforming into a butterfly.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Yang Qi had never seen or heard of such a thing. He did not expect that when his finger attack landed on the other party's body, it did not even penetrate his meridians and directly turned into a butterfly.

"Finger of Endless Hate?" Right now, Zi Lin and Yang Qi had chased them into the main hall. Inside the main hall of the Extinction Temple, there were many statues of the gods.

These idols were ancient and were carved from stone, but they were vivid and lifelike. Each one held a weapon in their hands, while their feet were tread on ghosts and gods. Their bodies were wrapped in colorful auspicious clouds, and all of them looked as if they were about to come to life.

"You actually possess the ultimate technique of the Lisha King from the seventy-two king level absolute arts. However, this Lisha Finger technique is not complete, and seems to be lacking, lacking in hatred, unable to reach the realm of eternal hatred. In this way, you can join our Yi Hua Palace, our Yi Hua Palace's treasury, possess a portion of the Lisha King's weapon, and also the Li Hen Heavenly Palace. If you can obtain it, you can condense your cultivation greatly, raising your finger of eternal hatred by a stage, how about it? "

Zi Lin still didn't forget to subdue Yang Qi.

"Haha, this person wouldn't even think in his dreams that the things in the treasury have already been collected by me." In the past, the King Li Hate seemed to have been provoked, hated the heavens and hated the heavens, hated everything in the world. Yang Qi was unable to cultivate the fierce degree of the finger of long hatred that he created, and as long as he hated something, it would last for an eternity. Everything was covered by hatred, yet Yang Qi did not have such a strong hatred, so he was naturally unable to use the essence of the finger of long hatred.

However, if he were to raise his consciousness once more, the Lord's consciousness would reach a point where it could do as it pleased and evolve everything. He would then be able to rejoice, grieve, grieve, and concentrate all of his thoughts, such as the gods from ancient times, the numerous faces, making faces, making faces, making sounds of anger, making sounds of joy, making sounds of sorrow, or acting benevolently … At such a level, the ultimate art of the 72 Kings would be unleashed to an enormous degree.

Most of the ancient Empyrean Gods had three heads and six arms, four heads and eight arms, and some had ten thousand arms and ten thousand mouths. Every head represented an emotion, and it was not randomly derived to scare people.

It was rumored that in the ancient times, it was comparable to the gods flying buddhas. This was especially the case since even angry emotions could be transformed into protectors.

Although Yang Qi did not use his full strength in this attack, his opponent's cultivation had still shocked him. Yang Qi took a few steps back before standing still on the spot.

"Impressive, to be able to force the real energy out of your body after being hit by my butterfly dance. Your physique is stronger than many emperors."

Zi Lin took another step forward, and his aura was sealed. Immediately, butterflies flew everywhere in the shrine. These butterflies were formed from true energy, and each of them was the size of a palm.

Yang Qi saw that every butterfly was formed by extremely powerful laws. As they danced, they formed a large formation, and as the formation flickered, it gave off a mysterious feeling.

"Think about it. I'll give you time to consider it." Zi Lin said, "With your aptitude, you were actually able to receive my move when you joined our Yi Hua Palace. The palace master will consider you as a male pet."

"Just what kind of zhenqi do you cultivate?" Yang Qi said coldly, "It's so magical, I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."

"This is the supreme technique of the Dreamlord, the Dream Butterfly. "But you can't understand, but with your cultivation, it's impossible for you to break out." Zi Lin waved his folding fan. "I won't kill you. I'll only trap you and bring you back to the palace master to apologize to the palace master first!"

"Dream butterfly?" Yang Qi hadn't heard that the ancient Divine Realm had a Lord of the Dream Realm, but those that could be considered masters were all supreme gods.

This Qi Method seemed to be a supreme technique, but in reality, it was not inferior to any of the 72 Kings' Qi Techniques. Moreover, this Zi Lin beautiful man had reached an even more profound level in his Qi Method. It was as if Yang Ke could feel that his opponent's willpower was also shocking, surpassing the normal level.

That was terrifying.

The other party's energy index exceeded 1000, while Yang Qi's was now only 280, less than 300. The willpower of the other side was also shocking, comparable to his own.

It was no wonder that such a person was the favorite male pet of Palace Head Yi Hua. He seemed to be the 'queen' when he was in charge of the harem.

"Do you think I cannot escape this formation?" Suddenly, Yang Qi smiled as his body transformed. With a flash, the black light quickly moved and arrived outside of the butterfly's magic circle without a sound, "I'll go, you can play hide-and-seek with me in this shrine."

As he spoke, he slipped into the depths of the shrine. With a few rises and falls, he disappeared without a trace.

"Chase" Zi Lin was slightly stunned, "What kind of martial arts is this, to be able to escape from my dream butterfly's clutches? You must know, this divine art is to turn the real world into an illusory dream, it is the unique law of the Dreamlord, and the cultivation method is to turn everything in the world upside down." Chasing "Chase" Zi Lin was slightly stunned, "What is this martial art, to be able to escape from my dream butterfly's encirclement.

Although he had doubts in his mind, his hands did not stop moving. After a while, he suddenly dashed out and chased after Yang Qi. He could already see that Yang Qi's power was not as profound as his, and his energy index was not high.

However, this Yang Qi's methods were too many, causing him to be unable to take his eyes off of them. If he were to exchange a few more blows with Yang Qi's methods, then it would be sufficient to see through his cultivation realm.

In the depths of the hall, there were winding passages and a maze. There were huge gaps between the statues and gods. No matter how deep one was, they would still get lost.

Yang Qi immediately displayed the movement method of the Myriad World King Map. As he went in and out, his aura jumped, and he was simply not in the same space-time universe, nor was he even in the same era. Not long after, he escaped his opponent's restraints and arrived at the depths of the temple.

He wasn't here to spar with this beautiful man, Zi Lin; he was here to seize his divine spark.

From the beautiful man Zi Lin's body, Yang Qi could vaguely feel the cultivation level of Palace Head Yi Hua, because he was sure that Zi Lin had cultivated together with Palace Head Yi Hua before.

"This person's strength and energy index has been honed from thousands of times. I'm not an opponent right now, and even the will of the shock level won't have the upper hand. But as long as I have the divine spark, I can refine a force in the depths of the temple and raise my energy index to a level that isn't inferior to his. At that time, how can he be my opponent?"

Yang Qi once again displayed the Myriad World King Map to constantly calculate. As he gradually calculated, he jumped again and again through the halls and passages of the temple.

This shrine was also very strange. There were no treasures, only idols. These idols didn't have any magical energy fluctuations. They seemed to be made from ordinary materials, but they were extremely hard and immortal.

He could feel some traces of Qi from the statue. However, Yang Qi did not have the mental energy to study any Qi skills. No matter how powerful his Qi skills were, they could not surpass the Prison Force from his God Elephant.

"A divine spark has appeared!"

With a point of his finger, the Myriad Realm King Map began to circulate once again. It jumped about as it connected with the Godly Elephant Prison Suppression Technique and the Wings of Freedom, Yang Qi could already feel it. In a strange location in the shrine, a faintly discernible yet extremely minute fluctuation was slowly squirming, as if something was about to break out from the cocoon.

This was the core of the temple, even the core of the Exquisite Desert.

His body disappeared.

The next moment, he came out of the black hole and saw a huge mysterious altar. On top of the altar was a black rune and deep inside the rune, wisps of air seeped into the stone wall like spring water and flowed out like stalactites.

Yang Ke grabbed onto a drop of liquid in his hand, and the liquid turned into a ball of air, surrounding him in the center, causing him to appear as if he was wrapped by something, and was then entangled to death. That was a huge energy that was pressing into his body, causing his blood to flow out from his pores inch by inch, and in an instant, his entire body turned blood-red.

Beep, beep, beep...... Divine lattice fragments, enormous amounts of energy, unable to be absorbed. Danger, danger, extreme danger …

The energy detection system of the Civilization Disc screeched and issued an ear-piercing alarm.

However, when the voice entered Yang Qi's ears, it was no less than Tian Yin's. He was so surprised that he almost jumped up in joy, "Fragments of Divine Spark?" It was actually a fragment of a divine spark. No wonder such a powerful energy nearly broke my meridians by an inch!

The primordial divine spark was formed from all the will, essence, and energy of the gods. Flesh and blood were nothing but dregs, and only the divine spark was eternal. After the fall of some powerful deities, their flesh and blood had decayed, but their divine sparks were not destroyed.

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