"A master at the semi-saint level is indeed extraordinary. It seems that I still lack a period of training to kill the semi-saint and compete with the prince. After all, the difference in level and realm is too big. There are seven levels, and the level of true energy can be compensated, but the gap in realm cannot be supplemented by anything."

Yang Qi saw this middle-aged man at the semi-saint level and sacrificed his own refining domain.

Once this field appears, with him as the center, the space is fully substantive, and various ways of war are calculated. The vitality is deduced to the extreme. When people stand in it, they are almost invincible.

The spear of the God of Underworld assassinated only a small piece of it collapsed slightly on this "war field", and then it could no longer be assassinated. The strong hell energy was transported into this field, trying to pollute the field, but the middle-aged man in the semi-saint was shocked and the hell energy was dispersed.

Your own territory, your own country.

"I see what other means do you have." The middle-aged man from the semi-saint sacrificed his territory and gave his all. He stood in the field, and the faint aura of the Great Saint appeared. It was the aura of the holy marks that the semi-saint gradually transformed into the Great Saint.

He suddenly reached out his hand, activated martial arts in the field, punched him, and rushed towards Yang Qi.

Yang Qi smiled and did not dodge. The Spear of the God of the Underworld greeted him and fought head-on, seeing how powerful the Half Saint was after he sacrificed his own territory.

"I don't even have a realm, so I dare to be arrogant with me? I don't know what I know about life and death!" The middle-aged man of the semi-saint turned into a palm, "Pick the star and get the moon hand!" The palm changed into a capturing force, and he captured it one after another. The big stars flashed and fainted, as if he had picked it from the sky and crushed it.

His fingers collided with the tip of Yang Qi's spear. Every time he hit, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

The Spear of the God of the Underworld could not pierce his palm.

It is rare for the body to reach this level of hardness.

However, Yang Qi's Spear of the Underworld did not collapse. With the realm of the void, he repeatedly beat the half-saint's palm field, which was already shocking in the Zhendan Continent.

The middle-aged man in the semi-saint became more and more frightened as he fought. He originally thought that his semi-saint's cultivation level could use the field of war to capture Yang Qi, but he didn't know that, but the more he fought, the less confident he was. The other party seemed to have not yet used all his strength.

Yang Qi wandered around, his speed was like the wind, and his space was wrapped around his body, causing him to jump in the space fault at a high speed. The eyes of ordinary people were dizzy and could not be locked at all.

He used his spear like the wind and completely avoided the attacks of the middle-aged man from the semi-saint. Each spear was killed on the other side's domain. The field was hit hard and collapsed inward every time, as if he was trampled on by an elephant and shriveled.

The middle-aged man in the semi-saint roared repeatedly, but no matter how he attacked, he could not hit Yang Qi.

Yang Qi unfolded the angel's wings and instantly could escape hundreds of space faults. The half-saint could not capture him. Now that he was about to leave, the half-saint could only eat dust behind him.

But he doesn't leave now, he wants to teach this semi-saint a lesson and test his cultivation level at the same time.

The middle-aged half-saint circulated from all directions, but could not find Yang Qi's shadow. However, he calmed down and the domain condensed inward again, and then the true energy suddenly burst out, "The net of heaven is vast and sparse!"

Suddenly, the true qi in the whole body transformed into many free silk threads, and penetrated densely into the void.

In a moment, Yang Qi was caught.

His fingers were like swords, and they stood up and slashed down in the sky.

This split is the condensation of all the cultivation levels of the semi-saint middle-aged man. To carry out the final bombardment of Yang Qi, the sky can be torn apart at once, with sharp edges, and the mountains and rivers are cut open at once, and nothingness is broken, which is the crack of the Tao.

A pagoda appeared on Yang Qi's head again, which slowly rotated. Every time he turned, he eliminated the energy and then a field appeared.

"The Field of Abundant!" He injected his own void into the Lord's Tower, and finally inspired the fields in the Tower of Abundant. This field slowly expanded and turned into a golden color, rich and prosperous everywhere. The golden color was not gold, but a yellow color of rice and wheat, representing harvest and joy.

Arriving at the three legendary changes can inspire the realms and abundant areas in the Great Emperor Tower.

This field enveloped Yang Qi, and in an instant he became a god of fertility that brought wealth to the earth.

The power of the Great Emperor Tower was once again stimulated. The higher the realm of Yang Qi, the more true energy he was, the more he could play his greatest function.

As soon as the fertile realm appeared, Yang Qi was wrapped in a golden country and began to fight head-on with the semi-saint middle-aged man again.

The middle-aged man of the semi-saint almost vomited blood, either because he was injured or angry. He could not do anything to Yang Qi at all. He had never been so frustrated in this battle, and his realm was so different.

Under the cover of the rich field, Yang Qi's golden mace that he had suppressed began to move. The rich field was too strong, and any existence that entered the domain would be suppressed and sacrificed by this field.

What a treasure of the golden mace, how could it be suppressed by the rich realm? You should know that the many ancient saints who refined it are not weaker than the rich emperor.

Boom! A thunderous sound of thunder rising from the sky.

On the golden mace, a golden light soared into the sky, as if it was about to break through the abundant realm and flew out, and immediately caught fire in Yang Qi's backyard.

"Okay." The middle-aged man from the semi-saint was overjoyed. "Monster, it is impossible for you to refine the Domineering Golden Mace. Now this golden mace has indeed backfired."

He rushed up immediately without any effort, punched him, and destroyed a large area of ​​Yang Qi's abundant territory.

With internal and external suffering, Yang Qi was in a dangerous situation at this time.

"Is that so? It's not an ancient great saint, but just a magic weapon refined by the great saint. And I have already felt that the great saint who refined this magic weapon has fallen. Since I am unwilling to surrender, I have completely refined this magic weapon!" Yang Qi was arrogant and savage. The will on the golden mace of the world was already domineering and powerful, but Yang Qi was even more domineering. All the people were trampled under their feet, hell was in their hands, and the gods all existed because of me. The Lord's will cannot be shaken.

The golden mace was grabbed in his palm, and the strong dominant true energy was input into it, suppressing the golden light and destroying the will in it.

The hell furnace behind him was completely opened.

The gate of hell also appeared. In the depths of the gate, countless demons flew out and all fell into the furnace of hell, turning into fuel, and flames suppressed the will of the golden mace.

The middle-aged man from the semi-saint saw Yang Qi's gate open, and deep in the ancient portal, demons gathered into a long river, entered it, and then burned one by one, just like coal and ore. He had seen such a big arm for the first time.

"Legendary Eight Changes, the bronze burning demon transformed by stars! And Asura!"

He saw several Asura demons, who had reached the level of Star Change, and was forced to summon over and threw them into the depths of the Hell furnace. When he burned, a strong Asura flame appeared, and then converted into the dominant flame.

Asura is something more terrifying than the bronze burning demon.

A Asura of the same realm is equivalent to ten bronze burning demons. There is no way. Asura is the most warlike, most exquisite martial arts, and most powerful fighting among the hell races.

People on Zhendan Continent know deeply that if a legendary and changeable Asura descends, it will cause a disaster. Even if dozens of legendary and changeable masters are arranged into large formations, it will be difficult to surround and kill them. Unless two or three legendary and changeable people come to kill them together.

Asura can completely cross the realm of challenges when dealing with monks and humans.

Now, this Asura has become the fuel, offering sacrifices and refining the golden mace. I am afraid that only the saints can use this method.

In an instant, the middle-aged man with a half-saint felt a tingling scalp and almost exploded.

Who is this? Is this the son of the Lord of Hell?

"It's really comfortable!" At this time, Yang Qi felt extremely comfortable. When he summoned Asura to burn and sacrifice, every inch of flesh and blood in his body was trembling, and he felt deeply relieved. The burning breath of Asura made his master's true energy grow and thicken wildly.

The quality of Asura is much stronger than that of the bronze burning demon. The power of sacrifice is pure and can exert the light of the gods. According to rumors, there are some oil lamps in the heaven of the gods, which are Asura's oil burning.

Even the Domineering Golden Mace, under this crazy power, has restrained its domineering spirit. Who has such domineering spirit when he sacrifices asura?

After the ancient holy spirit in the plane bead came into contact with the true energy of Yang Qi, he felt the glory of the gods and saved them from the fall.

Under the strong impact of the domineering golden mace, the will in this domineering golden mace finally began to slowly converge. The concentration of Yang Qi's true energy is many times stronger than when repairing the Tianque and saving the plane beads.

If it was a great holy weapon that was still alive, Yang Qi could not refine it because the great saint would sense it. However, this golden mace was an ancient treasure. The great saint who refined it had fallen, but Yang Qi could suppress it with extremely high energy.

Under strong suppression, groups of demons sacrificed, Asura burned, and the true energy of the golden mace was suppressed, but the will of the ancient saint would never be erased.

Suddenly, the seed of the demon in the middle of his eyebrows was taken out and he was instantly shot into the golden mace.

A little golden light flew out from this golden mace, entangled with the green sky demon seeds, fighting each other, turning into a half-gold and half-green Tai Chi diagram.

Yang Qi grabbed it casually, sealed the two things, and then poured his true energy into the depths of the golden mace again.

Finally, this golden mace was fully penetrated. Yang Qi waved violently, raised it high, and bombarded it.

The half-saint middle-aged man's realm was broken by a mace.g
Chapter completed!