Chapter 87 Qiu Ling's Little Palace Master Was Stolen!
Everyone looked up nervously and saw Sikong Yueli and Tu Mie Saint Lord standing in the clouds, facing each other against each other.
Although both sides still have aura, they are extremely weak.
The two of them remained motionless, and the distance between them was only a hundred meters.
"Who won?"
Someone talked to himself, anxious and couldn't wait to know the result.
This is not only his own doubt, but also everyone on the island.
This is a major event related to one's own life.
If Sikong Yueli wins, then Skynet will inevitably be defeated.
After all, even the Saint Lord Tu Mie, the head of the Nine Heavenly Luo, is no match for him. What kind of storm can the other Skynet personnel cause?
But if the slaughter of the Holy Lord is victorious, Ziwei Palace will become the dust of history, the topic of conversation for people after dinner, and will eventually be slowly forgotten.
"Old woman, can you still fight?"
The Holy Lord Tu Mie carried his body on his back, and his voice slowly came out, filling his sternly.
Although his tone was full of provocation, a cautious light flashed in his eyes. He expected that Nangong Yueli would keep his hand and did not use all his strength.
Sikong Yueli coughed out a ball of black blood, held the moonlight blade in his hand, and sneered: "If you are old at your age, killing you is like a pig or dog. But now you are old and your physical strength cannot keep up, otherwise you wouldn't allow you to wait for the chicken or dog to make trouble here!"
The corners of Tu Mie Shengjun raised his mouth, his eyes were gloomy, and he said disdainfully: "Old woman will pretend!"
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the purgatory of the earth, and the slurry of the earth gushed out, and fireballs all over the sky fell from the air.
This scene is like destruction!
In the blink of an eye, countless buildings were destroyed, and tens of thousands of disciples of Ziwei Palace who were caught off guard died.
"Someone actually triggered the earth flame of the purgatory of the Earth! What a vicious heart!"
An old ancestor from Ziwei Palace shouted angrily, and hurriedly leaned over and rushed out, releasing his powerful primordial power to stabilize the flame of the earth's center.
Ziwei Island is already in chaos, but now it is even more messy.
At this moment, an old woman wearing a red crying mask limped out of secretly. She was the local network staff responsible for connecting Yingtian.com.
The nickname is Mengpo, and the title of Diluo.
Her cultivation level has also reached 120 yuan, and she is a powerful Yuan Saint!
The destruction of the island protection formation on Ziwei Island and the surging of the purgatory of the earth's center are all her masterpieces.
And the sky nets hidden inside Ziwei Palace were also put in by her hands.
It can be said that if we were not for Ziwei Palace, we would never have opened up the situation so easily without this Meng Po.
Meng Po looked up at Sikong Yueli in the sky and whispered: "You don't have much blood. If you continue to stalemate, you may not be able to wait until the immortal road is opened! You should think about the consequences."
"Hmph! Meng Po, what are you talking about to this old woman? Let me kill her!" When Tu Mie Saint Lord saw Meng Po come forward, he felt relieved in his heart and quickly blurted out.
Sikong Yueli looked around and saw everything broken. The former Ziwei Palace no longer existed. Her old and withered face appeared as a shocking anger and said heavily: "I can die, but Ziwei Palace's face cannot be lost! Since you are here, you have to pay the price."
After saying that, she saw a red light shining around Sikong Yueli. She actually chose to burn her blood at this time!
"Ancestor Yueli!" The people from Ziwei Palace screamed in shock, their tone full of sadness.
Burning blood and energy means burning one's own life. Sikong Yueli is now in a state of exhaustion and exhaustion. This move is undoubtedly suicide!
Meng Po frowned tightly, hurriedly hid her body, and secretly scolded Tu Mie Shengjun as a pig teammate.
Tu Mie Saint Lord quickly retreated. He keenly felt a powerful consciousness locking him tightly, and it must be Sikong Yueli.
Looking at Sikong Yueli again, she no longer looks like a dead old man, but has returned to her youthful appearance.
Her skin is as white as milk, her hair is as dense and full of shiny as it is, her phoenix eyes are like stars, and there seems to be the beauty of spring and autumn between her eyebrows.
Her breath became extremely strong, and the pressure was so strong that the person could not breathe. His eyes were full of evil spirits and stared at Tu Mie Saint Lord, ready to give a fatal blow at any time.
Without any hesitation, Tu Mie Saint Lord quickly used his own escape skill Yin and Yang incarnation technique again to let his body escape into Yin and Yang.
Sikong Yueli raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered: "I dare to take it out and show my eyes a little trick."
I saw the moonlight blade in her hand fly out, turning into millions of handles in mid-air, slashing towards the dark places around.
The world darkened, and there were only tens of millions of moonlight blades emitting silver light in people's eyes.
In the blink of an eye, screams continued, and the sound of the bodies of Skynet personnel being cut off was endless.
In just a short moment, most of the Skynet personnel were killed and injured, and they were killed by the Moonlight Blade!
The body of the Holy Lord Tu Mie was also forced out of the Yin and Yang by the moonlight blade, and he was a little embarrassed.
Countless people from Ziwei Palace exclaimed in their minds, "Is this the true power of the ancestor Yueli?"
Those surviving Skynet personnel were shocked. This was the first time since Skynet was established that such a thing has happened.
"Old witch, you are crazy! How long can you maintain this state? Don't you want to suffer the consequences!" The Holy Lord Tu Mie escaped quickly and kept swearing.
"Hmph, there is still enough time to kill you!" Sikong Yueli chased him, waved his hand and slashed out a sword, and the sword light passed through Tu Mie Shengjun's neck.
Tu Mie Saint Lord complained in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.
Although his combat power is strong and he is known as the leader of the Nine Heavenly Luos, he is still a little far away from Sikong Yueli at his peak.
After all, Sikong Yueli was a proud figure who looked up to the Yuanxian Continent a thousand years ago, and his talent and combat power were extremely powerful.
The moonlight blade in her hand is not a mortal weapon, which can cut off Yin and Yang, and just restrained the Yin and Yang incarnation technique of slaughtering the Holy Lord.
In the palace where the fish was not fish, Meng Po quickly found Qiu Ling, breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged Qiu Ling and fled far away.
She is not as hard as Tu Mie Shengjun. Since the people from Ziwei Palace are unwilling to hand over Qiu Ling, then steal.
"Not good! The little palace master Qiuling was stolen!"
As soon as Meng Po left, someone noticed it and hurriedly ran out and shouted loudly.
Unfortunately, Ziwei Island was already in chaos at this time, and her shouts were naturally drowned in it.
Half a quarter of an hour later, outside Ziwei Island, Mengpo hugged the sleeping Qiuling and jumped onto the back of a sea beast and quickly dived into the sea.
In the sea water, a hood of air was supported around Meng Po's body to prevent Qiu Ling from suffocating to death.
And the people on Skynet also retreated one after another.
Tu Mie Saint King also escaped, but his left arm was lost, and there were also acne left on the wound, which was very difficult for him to reconnect.
"What did you say! That child is lost!"
Sikong Yueli returned to her previous old state, couldn't help but roar, and then coughed up blood. She had no time left.
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