"Mr. Qin."

Beichen Linglong didn't even react.

Qin Li fell into the black fog, disappeared without a trace, and there was no sound.

"King Xuanfeng!" Bei Chen's eyes were fierce and angry: "You ruined my big deal!"

King Xuanfeng's face turned pale and gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, I'm doing right. This guy has repeatedly dragged his legs. If he takes him, we can't escape."

The other close-to-Immortal Kings also persuaded: "Your Highness, King Xuanfeng is also impulsive. You don't have to worry about him. The most urgent thing is to leave quickly."

Beichen Linglong was almost vomiting blood: "You killed a future emperor and broke the plan of Jinxian's Qianyuan, and my mother would not let you go."

Hearing the words!

Everyone was shocked.

King Xuanfeng couldn't believe it:

"Your Highness, just a Dharma image. If you are really qualified to be emperor, then you will be lucky and you will not die like this..."

"You're right!"

suddenly.

Qin Li's voice sounded.

The black fog surged and rolled endlessly.

"How could you be fine!" The projection of the Nether Saint could not believe it.

The Qin three-dimensional surface emitted green light, and no matter how the black fog washed, it was unscathed.

"Mr. Qin!"

Beichen Linglong was both surprised and happy.

King Xuanfeng seemed to see a ghost and was so scared that he stepped back.

This black fog is a strong power to bury ancient times, and can bury the ninth level of tribulation.

"Swallow!"

Qin Li let go of suppression.

The fairy wood trembles, and the whale swallows the sea.

Black mist swept over and injected into the dantian, turning into nutrients of immortal wood.

"He can swallow the black fog!" Qianhuan King widened his eyes in horror.

"It's just a Dharma image. What methods did he use!" Dong Shenyao was also scared, looking incredible.

"Is the future emperor? No wonder Beichen Linglong protects him so much." Mo Yaorao held the magic knife in her hand, her eyes flashing constantly, and she looked at Qin Li up and down.

Beichen Linglong was also shocked: "Mr. Qin, how did you do it?"

Qin Li smiled but said nothing.

Strolling away, facing the rooftop.

"Little baby, no matter what method you have, just go to die!"

In the black coffin, thick black oil poured out, seeped out from the cracks, turning into rolling waves to bury ancient powers, burying all living beings.

Qin stands calmly and lightly.

The body is filled with green light and walks quietly.

Any dark force and one touch will be swallowed in an instant.

The immortal trees were greatly nourished, and became more and more lush and had a faint tendency to grow into a grain, and the sound of the rumbling sound continued to resound.

"What other means do you have? Just use it, otherwise you will have no chance." Qin Li was extremely calm. He had great confidence in the immortal wood. After all, he was a treasure that disobeyed the way of heaven and should be able to swallow the saints.

"Boy is looking for death!"

The Dead Tomb Saint snorted coldly.

The black fog stirs, implements strength, and turns into a black crystal sword.

A total of 100,000 swords were indestructible, and the bombardment shot down the cave, even a rainstorm of destruction could be shattered.

"One sword Taiyin!"

Qin Li pulled out the Taichu sword fetus.

The force of softness is activated, and the sword body softens.

After a long period of research, Qin Li, inspired by "The Biography of the Biography", absorbed "The Sword of the Taiyin God" and successfully integrated the sword force and unloaded the treasure force.

Once a sword emerges, it ripples in the void, forming a storm of the moon, soft wind and soft bones, and lost souls.

Those black crystal swords were swept by a scroll, and the steel was turned into a round finger softness, and all collapsed into black fog and swallowed by the immortal wood.

"How is that possible?"

"He can actually use magical powers!"

"In the Star Palace, no one can use his magical powers except the Immortal Emperor."

The group of kings watching the battle behind were completely shocked. The situation in front of them was completely beyond understanding. Is this guy really a Dharma image?

King Xuanfeng's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He finally understood why Beichen Linglong was so serious about a Dharma image cultivator.

And I may have offended a future emperor, which is equivalent to suicide.

now!

Qin Li stepped onto the altar.

He had long known that he could use magical powers.

So along the way, I was confident and didn't care about King Xuanfeng at all.

"What kind of monster are you? You can actually restrain the power of burying the ancient heaven. This is the power of burying the ancient heavenly court." From the black coffin, the voice of the Nether Saint came, cold and evil, with a faint sense of uneasiness.

"kill!"

Qin Li walked to the crack of the purple ice.

When the thought moves, the immortal roots are like heavenly swords, piercing through the purple ice seal.

The immortal root is the product of the mixture of Taoist traces, which is invisible and material, so it can easily penetrate into the black coffin and absorb dark matter.

"Immortal Wood!"

"Son of the Heavens!"

"Don't come over, get out of here!"

From the black coffin, the terrifying voice of the Dead Tungunming Saint came.

The saint was in a decent state of mind, but now he was frightened and screamed, which showed the horror of the immortal wood.

However, Qin Li also encountered trouble. Although the Nether Saint in the coffin was frozen for countless years and his strength dropped sharply, he was a saint who could temporarily resist the swallowing of the immortal roots.

"If one doesn't work, just add a few more."

Buzz!

The fairy wood vibrates.

More than a dozen immortal roots emerged from the nest.

The root system is like a dragon, thick and sturdy, trapping the black coffin tightly.

This is destined to be a war of attrition. Obviously, the immortal wood is better, and it devours the power of burial ancient burial little by little.

As one goes up and another grows, the strength of the Dead Tomb and the Nether Saint declines, and the immortal wood grows stronger and stronger, making him angry and cursed viciously: "Son of the Heavens, you will not have a good end. I curse you into darkness, curse you in deep despair, curse you..."

Qin Li was calm.

On the contrary, there is some gratitude.

If he really meets a saint of the underworld, he will undoubtedly die.

But the Dead Tomb Holy Holy was trapped in the coffin and was frozen. It was simply a delicious dish, although it was a bit uncomfortable.

The immortal trees were moistened like never before, growing wildly, and gradually rising. The jade trunk, which was originally as thick as a forearm, became thicker and thicker, spreading Taoist marks and spewing out the fairy blossoms. The branches extended one after another, tearing the void, and the immortal roots also increased several times.

"Damn it!"

The Dead Tomb Saint is still struggling.

The black coffin trembled so that the entire rooftop was shaking.

Qin Li was shocked. He devoured so much dark matter, but the power of the Nether Saint did not decline much. He was even more nourishing than he thought.

"You'd better accept your fate!"

call out!

Two immortal roots pierced.
To be continued...