Zhang Xuanji first found Shang Qingyu and thought that Qingyu's alchemy was a deal for three months, so that Qingyu could avenge him.

However, Qingyu later came to Zhang Xuanji's alchemy skills, using both soft and hard skills, and forced him to make three months later, and in a blink of an eye, three years were almost here.

Until now, Zhang Xuanji has almost become the imperial alchemist in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, specializing in refining alchemy for the royal family and developing new elixirs.

There was a royal family providing medicinal materials for Zhang Xuanji, and a large number of people were used to drive him, and he was not allowed to study it on his own. In addition, Qing Yu's fist became bigger and bigger, so Zhang Xuanji felt at ease to settle his new home in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

This crazy magic pill was developed by Qingyu for Zhang Xuanji, for today's war.

After taking the Crazy Demon Pill, it can almost be said to be dead, but the potential for excitement is also great, allowing the dying soldiers to exert their combat power far beyond their peak, and pull a few enemies before they die.

Anyway, both sides and vertically, it is not a problem for these heroic soldiers who have fought for a hundred years.

Suppressed by various advantages, the Northern Zhou army moved forward without any progress, with a mountain of troops, stepping on the enemy's corpse, advancing ruthlessly.

Under such circumstances, the Shendi Realm in the Golden Wolf Khan Court finally couldn't sit still.

"Woo--"

The cold wind suddenly intensified, and the falling ice particles also increased and turned into hail, hitting the armor, making muffled sounds.

The vitality gathered towards the grassland army on a large scale, and Qingyu and Qijue Old Man who were standing behind naturally immediately noticed the sudden change.

"The Shamanism's Shamanism's God-Transforming Realm has taken action, and it should be the war we are waiting for."

The old man of Seven Quarters flew out first and rushed straight to the grassland army formation. The cold and ruthless aura filled the sky. The powerful aura that filled the sky actually made the Canglang soldier evil formed by the grassland army begin to disintegrate.

‘After killing his close relatives and the seven emotions, his state of mind and soul have reached the extreme. He has opened one third of the door to the strongest. No wonder one person has appeared in the four sects of Demon Dao. Just by using the power of the Seven-Mysterious Old Man, he can completely compare with two or three sects of the Seven-Mysterious Old Man.’

After Qingyu thought about it, the sword light shone in the air. Countless sharp swords flew to the center of the battlefield with the sound of a clanging sword. He raised his hand to draw the sword, and waved the sword out in a vague and extraordinary manner.

Sword Six·Jude.

The sword of supreme strength ran across the sky, and the sword energy pointed directly at the figure of the grassland army that exerted the cold wind.

"Since you are breaking the rules and taking action, don't blame Piaomiao for taking your life."

The sound sounded like a sound in my ears, and Alibuda saw the sword energy like a long rainbow that penetrated the sun, and the whistling came.

The sirens in his heart kept ringing, and Alibuda stopped and tried his best to defend against this sword without thinking.

But at this time, the clear wind blew the shadow of the palm, and the bitter wind turned into a fuzzy giant palm, and the misty sword energy was attacked in the sky. The two collided and the attacks were counterattacked.

"Young people must have the motivation of young people. Let me do this old bone for the aftermath."

The old and gentle words came gently, and an old hunched figure rose into the sky and faced the sharp swordsman.

"I am the Great Shaman Monga of Shamanism. You must be Piaomiao, the director of Piaomiao Sword Palace."

Under the disheveled shaman's hair, his turbid eyes stared at Qingyu tightly, and his words were filled with emotion, "The Central Plains is really full of talents. The Palace Master Ren has reached the top at Russ age, and is only one step away from the most powerful realm. I really can't accept it."

With his eyesight, he could see that the person in front of him was a strong man of the same level as him. If Ali Buda fought against him, the other party would definitely not suffer any loss.

‘It’s time for me to use my last remaining energy.’ The Great Shaman thought with determination.

If you can drag a strong man who is in his prime to go on the road together, you will make a profit no matter how you think about it.

But in fact, what the Great Shaman saw now was only what Qingyu wanted him to see. He thought he was only one step away, but in fact he had already taken it.

If he hadn't wanted to expose the true and false identity of Ren Piaomiao, Qingyu could have directly killed the Great Shaman now.

“Great Shaman.”

Another three gods of enlightenment flew into the air and approached the great shaman.

"Stop," the great shaman raised his wooden stick and said in a deep voice, "You go and deal with another person, and this person is left to the old man."

"this······"

Hearing this, Ba was a little hesitant. Harira understood the meaning of the Great Shaman and said directly: "We understand, the Great Shaman."

The three of them rushed out at the same time and attacked the Seven-Missacre Old Man. Harira whispered: "Get all your efforts to solve this person, and then go to help the Great Shaman."

"good."

The other two nodded together, urging the true energy of the whole body, and taking action is a powerful move, striving to fight quickly.

"Canglang Domineering Fist."

"The magical power of the mountain shook the mountain."

"Wind-torn blood claw."

"Do you think I'm a soft persimmon?"

Faced with the siege of three people, the old man Qi Jue was calm and his mood was cold. The moves of the three people were like the moon reflected in the water, which fully revealed in his heart.

“Relaxless and selfless.”

Raise your hand and point, the Qi Jue state of mind makes your eyes empty. The sharp sword fingers quickly point to the void, the finger force pierces the Qi and the three of them.

"It's my turn..."

A gentle whisper, the figure of the Seven-Miscellaneous Old Man flashed and instantly became empty.

One fights three people, and a big battle has begun.

"Those three people can't beat the old man Qi Jue."

Qingyu and the great shaman confronted each other. Seeing the confrontation there, Qingyu said in a faint voice.

"I don't need them to win, I just need to hold that person while saving my life. Just......"

The hunched body slowly straightened up, and the upright body looked one head taller than Qingyu, "····· Just let me drag you to heaven together."

Starlights rose on the body of the great shaman, which was full of spiritual light, the spirit of all things believed in by the shamanism, and his own spiritual light.

"The soul leads to the immortal world."

The aura burned like a flame, and the large shaman expanded like a body of a prosperous age. He abandoned the wooden stick in his hand, stepped on the air, and rushed forward with the sound of exploding.

"Shan Ling."

With one punch, the scenery of mountains appears, and the spirit of the mountains is in its body, evoking infinite power.

"Xuanzhen Juexu."

The Nirvana Sword suddenly opened the sword shadow, and the sword energy flew into the flowing light, showing the magnificent scene. The confrontation between the sword and the fist caused a wave of air that thrust the sky.

"drink!"

The great shaman shouted loudly, his fist was as tilted as a mountain, and he danced a hurricane vigorously, swirled the sword energy, and then punched out, crushing thousands of sword shadows.

"Feng Ling."

The figure turns into reality into virtual, heavy and invisible, and becomes endless light and agile. The great shaman and the wind are one, and it is faster than the wind. The palm shadow carries the power of a hurricane, like a storm, covering everything.
Chapter completed!