Yang Qi and Di Xinzun are really in a battle. One is the first chief disciple of the Fifty Main Peak, the best among the younger generation, and the other is the strange creature who has obtained the supreme inheritance. He also realized that relying on the demon to subdue it in his heart, all of which are invincible, empty but not empty.

During the battle between the two sides, tricks emerged one after another. The energy explosion trembled violently. The water in the blood river was stirred up by the waves and turned into some water columns. The blood-colored palms that were grabbed by the shore collapsed and were shocked by the two of them to break inch and could not condense into form bodies. Those blood-colored palms were all formed by the resentment of the blood river. The resentment of the gods was very powerful, but the power of the blood river was greatly reduced, which was not worth worrying. Under the collision between the two masters, they naturally collapsed and formed into form bodies.

Emperor Xinzun's face was in a state of nothingness, and his breath condensed into a sphere, rotating up and down, left and right, and each move was as big as the sky and earth, covering the four fields like a dome.

Yang Qi was tall and tall, majestic and unmoving, showing his majestic spirit.

If we use two people as a metaphor, one is the earth and the vastness is the Emperor's Heart Lord, and the other is the peak, which suddenly pierces the sky, and then it is Yang Qi.

Although the earth is majestic, the mountains stand on it.

Although the mountains can catch the clouds, they must pierce their heels into the earth. No one can do anything to each other when fighting between the two sides.

"The king's tyrants!"

Suddenly, Emperor Xinzun used his last move, and with his hands, he suddenly suppressed it. The overwhelming power rolled in, just like a peerless god emperor, sweeping across the world, wherever he went, all spirits were intimidating, and the great cause had been completed.

This is the most fierce killer move among his Immortal Emperor Dao Fist. The king's hegemony, the top of the world, unprecedented and unprecedented. All of them pave the way for this move. With the various preludes in front of him, the last move can be established, and the foundation for the never-ending generation.

The heavens surrendered, and the king's fortunes were magnificent.

Yang Qi finally couldn't resist it, and was shocked by Di Xinzun's punch and fell towards the Blood River.

Everyone exclaimed shocked and felt sorry for Yang Qi. Such a fight ended in such a result. Yang Qi still lost a move and his life was hard to save.

However, in an instant, something strange happened. Yang Qi fell on the Blood River and did not settle down. Instead, he stepped on the wave surface. No matter how fierce the Blood River vortex was, he could not sink at all. He stood on the Blood River like this. The blood hands were pulled on the root of his feet, but they did not move at all and could not pull him down. Then, a golden light appeared under his feet, suppressing the blood evil energy and slowly walked towards the shore.

The Emperor Xinzun was stunned when he saw this scene, and then smiled: "What a powerful Qigong, you can actually step on the blood river. My immortal Emperor Dao Fist has been put into use. I can't do anything to you. This battle is a draw. How about fighting with you in the future?"

"The divine fist of the brothers Emperor Xinzun is indeed powerful." Yang Qi was also secretly shocked. He was shocked just now and had no choice but to do so. Fortunately, in an instant, he realized a truth of the rise and fall of yin and yang, and the suspension of nothingness. He landed on the blood river, and suddenly became as light as a feather. His divine thoughts and will seize the law of space in the dark, allowing him to have the strength to levitate and not be pulled down by the whirlpool of the blood river.

"Then be careful." An Yiru nodded, knowing that Yang Qi was unfathomable and would never put him in a dangerous state. He tied with Emperor Xinzun, and his prestige on the Memory Peak has surpassed himself. The Immortal Cultivation Sect is so affordable. All strength is paramount. As long as you show enough strength, any popularity, management, or formation of gangs will be in vain. A mountain peak wants to make a name for itself, the only choice is to come out with a peerless master.

"Okay! I'll go."

Yang Qi's body moved, and under the amazement of many disciples of Memory Peak, he stepped on the wave surface again and reached the blood river. His whole body floated, shook many blood hands open, and walked step by step towards the center of the blood river.

Suddenly, a heavy fog filled the blood river, and a bloody mist appeared. After reaching out, Yang Qi was shrouded in the blood mist.

"Many disciples quickly spread their strength and work together to resist the blood mist. The blood river changes a lot. The blood mist contains the blood evil demonic energy of the divine realm. Once it invades the body, it will become a demon." An Yiru immediately said that many disciples from Memory Peak joined forces and qigong poured together, and immediately formed a huge light shield, and the blood mist could not invade the body.

However, the blood mist became larger and larger, and some actually penetrated into the outside of the light shield, condensed into blood on the light shield, corroding into permeation, causing the light shield to clatter and seem to collapse and disintegrate.

"Yang Qi, you're fine!" An Yiru was frightened and activated Qigong again. The light cover shrank, only the size of an acre of land, and everyone was crowded. Flames came out of the cover, refining blood-colored mist.

"I'm fine, you guys are careful." Yang Qi's voice came from the bloody mist on the river, which made An Yiru feel more at ease: "Many disciples retreat and stay away from the mist!"

On the spot, everyone retreated dozens of miles, and the fog was smaller, but the Blood River Temple was completely invisible. I don’t know where Yang Qi was. It seemed that Yang Qi stepped on the wave surface, causing fluctuations in the depths of the Blood River, and evaporated the fog.

"What a great blood mist!" Yang Qi stepped on the river step by step, and with the help of the power of the water waves, he could not fly at all, because he had nowhere to leverage his power, and even went up to the unknown depths of the river, he conveyed a vast force and pulled himself downward. If he hadn't been tense in his spirit and grasped the land of destruction, a trace of the law of void would have long sank into the blood river and would have never been restored.

He felt like he was crossing the sea of ​​suffering.

At this moment, he was like a person hanging on a cliff, holding a hair in his hand, which would break at any time and then fall down.

The blood mist was together, and the feeling became even stronger. Suddenly, a whirlpool at the bottom of the river rotated violently, causing his body to swell several circles in a row. He was immediately in the blood mist, and he couldn't tell the difference between the south, west and north, which was terrifying. It was difficult to go back. The temple in front also disappeared, and there was a large blood mist around him. Something seemed to be squirming in the depths of the blood mist. The blood mist had to penetrate into his body, causing corrosion on his body. The true qi was not pure and could not be lifted up in one breath, and he fell into the blood river.

In such a dangerous environment, Yang Qi finally began to stimulate his potential, but instead became more calm in his heart, knowing that this was a practice.
Chapter completed!