"No, it's impossible!"

In time, some people are worried and unconsciously walk forward, explore their own magic powers into them, and induce them to induce them.

After a moment, the shock on his face became even deeper.

After reading this, a few people came forward to check it out, but still found no problem. The rest knew that it was impossible to create obstacles for Changmei Zhenren and others to become the White Emperor in this regard. Each of them felt very depressed.

"Everyone, remember your words, don't talk or say something behind your back. That would disappoint me too much!" Ren Shou, the Changmei Zhenren, was at this time, and ignored it after saying that, and turned around to face the Venerable Fakkong, "Virtue Fakkong, you can announce the result now!"

"Yes, but can fellow Daoist Changmei explain the situation just now. The situation just now really made me feel a little confused. If this matter is not solved, it may still be difficult to convince everyone!" Master Fakong nodded first and then said.

"What, if I don't explain, will Venerable Fakong not be ready to announce it?" The long-browed Zhenren said in a cold voice.

"Of course I won't!" Master Fakong hurriedly said.

"Since that's the case, please let Master Fakong announce it! As for the explanation, I will not explain it. I understand it in my heart, and I have already understood it. If I don't understand it, I can only blame myself for not having any cultivation. As for those who clearly understand it in my heart, but deliberately pretend not to understand it. In the last battle with me, there will naturally be a time to understand it!" Ren Shou, the real person of Changmei, said again. His words were full of unparalleled strength.

When Master Fakong heard this, he wanted to say something else. Seeing that Ai Zhenzi betted, there was a cold light in his eyes. When that was the time, he no longer talked about it and directly announced, "This white-bone battle ended. The winner is Changmei Zhenren Ren Shou... Dongtian, the nameless world.

Two golden immortals are fighting themselves.

Among them, the monk wearing a green robe and holding a strange branch in his hand firmly gained the upper hand. Every time the branch in his hand swayed, endless green divine flowers surged out, like mountains and seas, extremely heavy, and the flying sword of another monk who was oppressed could not be used at all, and could only spin around nearby.

Then, after another moment, the monk who was the commander of the flying sword could not stand the current battle of restraint. At that time, he activated the secret technique and his breath was rippling. A powerful aura surged from his body, like an ancient ferocious beast, returning to the world.

"Ao—"

With an inhuman roar, the monk pointed hard. The flying sword floating in front of him was broken into several pieces, and each piece burst out with a dazzling light that was several times more eye-catching than before. He cut open the green divine luster that trapped him. Then, his body was about to fly out, with the sky high and the birds flying, and the sea wide and the fish leaping!

However, at this moment, the monk in the green robe also sang in his mouth and pinched his hands. In a short moment, the green divine beauty surged on the branches and rushed straight into the sky. Then, a huge blue divine shadow suddenly appeared and hit him hard. In an instant, he fell on the back of the monk who was driving the sword.

His figure, which had just flew up for a while, was pressed back to the ground. This time, he was even more embarrassed, with all his limbs and faces on the ground.

The phantom of the green divine pillar was extremely powerful, and no matter how hard the sword-controlling monk struggled, it would be difficult for him to move. At this time, the green-robed monk walked forward and spoke, "Now, are you convinced?"

The sword-controlling cultivator burst out again, and his muscles and bones all over his body were like fried beans, making a crackling sound, but it still had no effect at all. The phantom of the blue divine pillar on his back was never lifted up.

At this time, the sword-controlling cultivator said in his heart, "I lost!"

As soon as this statement fell, it was time. A monk who was also wearing a green robe, wearing a high crown, with a fairy-like ornament, and a hermit-like monk said, "The battle for the position of the East Sky Qing Emperor is over now. The next position of the next Qing Emperor will be inherited by the Emperor's son, the God of Jianmu Chao An... North Sky, the wilderness world.

Above the sky, the space is empty, as if there is and there is nothing. Among them, a fish body, a bird's wings, and a majestic figure can be seen vaguely, which is Kunpeng.

At this moment, Kunpeng was opening his mouth and sucking the space. After a moment, he squirted again, densely packed with swords of endless voids, as if heavy rain was pouring down.

On the earth, blood becomes a sea of ​​blood and white bones form a mountain. Why is the white bone mountains together with the sea of ​​blood? It has created a peerless formation.

A figure wearing a black robe stood in the formation. Seeing the endless sword light hanging from the sky, when it was, with a shout, the magic trick in his hand was drawn, and the endless blood light surged into the sky, turning into a barrier, blocking them all in the air. At the same time, among the dozens of white bone mountains, a ray of light burst into the sky, like a knife and a sword, slashing towards Kunpeng's body.

It was about to be slashed. Under Kunpeng's abdomen, four giant claws like bird claws suddenly stretched out, dancing with many phantoms. In an instant, he blocked all the splendor, making a series of jingling sounds of gold and iron clashing.

After several rounds, Kunpeng's body suddenly shook, and the huge wings on his back, which seemed like a cloud hanging from the sky, suddenly broke, like two peerless heavenly swords, one after another, slashed at a certain bone mountain on the earth. At that time, the bone mountain was broken, and the originally flawless formation, a huge loophole appeared in the standing time.

At this moment, Kunpeng ignored the injuries on his body. His huge and boundless figure was like a sky falling down, flying into the formation, opening his mouth, like a hurricane passing through. In just a moment, the mountain of bones and sea of ​​blood disappeared, and the monk in charge of the main formation also sank into Kunpeng's huge mouth.

After a moment, Kunpeng's body shook again and turned into an extremely young and handsome monk. He stepped forward and came to the front of many people watching the battle.

"Is it time to declare my victory?" Kunpeng said directly.

Seeing that the person swallowed by Kunpeng had no intention of doing it again, the elder in charge of the charge did not hesitate, and immediately spoke, "In this battle, the Emperor's son of the Northern Heaven Emperor Court, Minghai Kunpeng Demon King won, and the next Beitian Black Emperor will be inherited by Kunpeng Demon King... Zhongtian, Chongdi Realm.

In the last battle, the battle ended, and the chief elder announced loudly, "The battle for the position of Huangdi in Zhongtian ends, and the emperor's son Yaoyue wins!" rv

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