The holy intention is boundless, and it can reveal the sun and the moon.

At this moment, the biggest accident of today's ceremony of worshiping the sky has occurred.

It turns out that Emperor Jin is a holy rank.

Before this, Qin Xiaohua had been wondering what the confidence of Emperor Jin dared to use himself as bait and put it in the desperate situation of life and death, and now he finally knew it.

Everyone in the world knows it.

This is a blessing for Dajin and a sorrow for foreign tribes.

Zhen Gui in Emperor Jin's hand directly slapped the gray airline in the air, and then he stretched out his fist and slammed hard on the chest of the barbarian high priest Chi Nuyan.

Facing the power of the saint, Chi Nuyan could no longer hide his body. The hat on his head was torn apart by the strong wind, revealing his elderly but covered with blood talismans and spells. You can see those eyes full of horror.

Faced with unexpected variables, Chi Nuyan's reaction was slower by half a beat, and the ebony short pestle in his hand was lifted up by half an inch.

And in battles at the level of the holy level, these half beats and half breaths are enough to be fatal!

Emperor Jin's fist brushed the dry vine at the top of the ebony pestle, directly shattering the linen clothes on Chi Nuyan's body, and then gently touched Chi Nuyan's wrinkled skin.

If this punch is solid, even if this famous barbarian high priest does not die on the spot, he will definitely be seriously injured!

But unfortunately, Emperor Jin's punch missed.

Because when he was showing his saint, almost everyone in the field was shocked by the purple aura in the air, and only one person didn't even hesitate, so he attacked the powerful Emperor Jin.

Qin Xiaohua.

This time, he completely swept away the ink-colored ripples of the black jade short staff in his hand, and made a sharp roar from his mouth. He ran his body and rushed towards Emperor Jin like a powerful crossbow!

A moment ago, Emperor Jin gave him a last chance to make a choice.

Qin Xiaohua chose to watch coldly, so when Emperor Jin showed his sainthood, he never made any choice.

If Emperor Jin does not die, the Qin family will perish!

Qin Xiaohua's body was filled with extremely gorgeous purple aura, but if you look closely, you can find that the majestic holy intention was like rootless duckweed, and the sourceless water was reduced by one minute for every minute burning.

If under normal circumstances, the two saint levels of Chi Nuyan and Qin Xiaohua surrounded and killed Emperor Jin, even if they could not seriously injure Emperor Jin, they would at least force him to retreat.

But unfortunately, Qin Xiaohua is not a real holy rank.

The reason why he was able to gain the power of the holy level and disguise himself as the saint was because of the short black jade stick in his hand.

That was the treasure left by Regent Luoqiu to Shantang, which could make people become sanctified within ten breaths!

In other words, Qin Xiaohua's pseudo-saint state can only be maintained for ten breaths!

But even the pseudo-saint, Qin Xiaohua had the capital to compete with the holy level at least in a short time, so when the black jade short staff in his hand hit the Jindi Fist Peak, he immediately tilted Jindi's arm three inches to the side.

Between three inches, the difference between life and death.

Chi Nuyan escaped from death!

Since embarking on the land of the Dajin Dynasty, Chi Nuyan knew that he had only one chance to kill Emperor Jin.

For this opportunity, he took his only disciple to die generously.

For this opportunity, the demon clan members did not hesitate to expose their plan to hide the weeds for a full five hundred years.

But Emperor Jin easily broke the killing attack of Chi Nuyan with a means that no one had expected.

Similarly, in order to capture all the top powerhouses of the demon clan and the barbarians in one fell swoop, Emperor Jin endured for nearly a hundred years, and even took advantage of the pain of the secret realm of the Jinyuan Dynasty to suppress the Chunqiu Academy and drive out the Thorn Army. The purpose was to achieve his merits and kill the high priest of the barbarian tribe.

But he underestimated Qin Xiaohua's strength and also underestimated Qin Xiaohua's determination. The punch that was bound to be won was lost.

And this jihad is far from over when it should end.

The next moment, the ebony pestle in Chi Nuyan's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and an ancient totem with blood and ink was raised in the air. This is the most noble secret talisman of the barbarian priests, Tushan Flag!

However, in the flash, the bloody light of the Tushan flag enveloped the entire Changbai Mountain, dyeing everything in the mountain into scarlet red. A voice at the top of the mountain stopped abruptly. Lin Gui died silent. The mighty ministers of sacrifice to the sky disappeared without a trace. The heads of major families, the leaders of the sects, including Yang Tianxiao and Pei Xu, disappeared in the field!

Only Emperor Jin, Chi Nuyan and Qin Xiaohua were left.

This is actually a small world!

Chi Nuyan knew very well that with this barbarian holy object, he could block the five breaths of the two saint levels of the human race, which was his last chance.

On the other hand, although Qin Xiaohua did not recognize the Tushan Banner, he also knew very well that his saint-level power was gradually disappearing. From the sudden attack, the fist of Emperor Pianjin, and the blood light of the Tushan Banner invaded Changbai Mountain, half of the time had passed.

Qin Xiaohua only has the last five breaths left.

Within five breaths, you must send the emperor Jin to the end!

At the same time, Pei Xu and Yang Tianxiao, on the top of Changbai Mountain outside the small world of Tushan, had already arrived on the altar, and they had no time to care about the battle between the fields, because as long as Emperor Jin survived today, no matter whether it was the Su family or the Murong family, whether it was the leader of the 72nd Alliance, or the owner of the Beast-Driving Villa, they would all be dead.

As if there was a connection between them, Yang Tianxiao and Pei Xu stretched out their palms at the same time and pressed them on the blood-colored light wall.

They are already at the saint level, and have already understood the essence of power. All the means and methods of attack that they were once good at have been simplified.

Pei Xu's palm is the most exquisite sword technique in the world.

Yang Tianxiao's palm is the most terrifying technique of merging spirits in the world.

The saints attack together, no matter how far the Tushan flag is against the sky, it can only last for five breaths.

But some people hope to delay the five breaths a little longer.

So at the next moment, a middle-aged man wearing an ice blue robe and starry-like eyes came to the venue with his hands behind his back.

No one knows how he appeared, nor where he came from. The middle-aged man looks like a gentle scholar, handsome and handsome.

The only shame is that what he holds is not a folding fan, but a coral flower.

At the same time when the middle-aged man came to the venue, the coral flower in his hand gently stretched out, covering a layer of colorful light in the air, which was beautiful and fascinating.

So the blood-colored light wall in front of Pei Xu and Yang Tianxiao disappeared, and replaced by Emperor Jin's eyes that were unwilling to rest.

Just like that, Emperor Jin died?
Chapter completed!