Long Wuqian did not answer Qin Xi, but hurriedly patted the Qiankun bag and took out a flying talisman again, ready to take the time to activate it. He looked at the chaotic scene around him, frowned, and said: "Trouble!"

"What's the trouble?" Qin Xi asked again.

However, just when Long Wuqian was about to answer, the silver light around the sword puppet slowly flashed, and then condensed towards the center of the sword puppet's eyebrows. After about half a cup of tea, except for the long sword in the sword puppet's hand, there was still silver sword light.

The sword puppet itself no longer has silver body protection.

"Huh..." Long Wuqian let out a long breath and snorted coldly, "Humph, let me just say, how can a tenth-level monk of Yuanli activate the immortal puppet? It turns out that he relies on the power of the sword diagram..."

"Long Wuqian, you...what are you talking about!" Qin Xiang said angrily, "Why can't I understand a word?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Long Wuqian waved his hands and said, "I was worried that Master Qin wouldn't be able to come over just now. After all, the power of the sword puppet just now was too powerful. It's okay now!"

"Well, well..." Qin Xi also stabilized his figure, looked into the distance, and became worried again, "Why isn't Grandmaster Xiaomei here yet? Is there anything going on on the way?"

In the distance, Li Nianxiao was not worried. He stood in mid-air, looking at the seven sword puppets, and then at the center of Qingtian Peak where the thunder light had just emerged. He said coldly: "At this time, the thirty men from the Tianmeng

It’s time for the leaders of the three Immortal Alliances to show up, right?”

As he said that, Li Nianxiao looked in the direction of Qian Xiao and others, and asked again: "I wonder how many Taoist alliances... the deputy alliance leaders are here!"

Li Nianxiao's tone was extremely sarcastic, but no one wanted to listen. Everyone looked at Qingtian Peak. Although Meng Pingqing did not appear, and the leaders of the thirty-three immortal alliances did not appear, the sword energy of the seven sword puppets was really scary.

Made them jump!

The silver sword light had such a sweeping momentum that they had never seen it before in their lives.

Although they knew this was a powerful move, this powerful move... was too big!

However, after the sword puppet appeared, there was no movement at Qingtian Peak. Only the sky was getting darker and the two suns were about to set in the west.

"Dong dong dong..." Suddenly, behind everyone, war drums were beating again, and in the dusk, dozens of flying boats came through the sky.

"Tian Meng, Tian Meng is here..."

"It turns out that the Tianmeng is not at Qingtian Peak..."

"Nonsense, the Tianmeng has been in Pori City for tens of thousands of years, and no one has come to Qingtian Peak, so no one thought that Meng Pingqing was at Qingtian Peak..."

The flying boats flew in with great momentum. On each flying boat were dozens of golden monks holding golden hammers and beating drums to show off their power. The dazzling light shot out from the body of the flying boats, causing the monks to slowly fly back and give way to the passage!

Li Nianxiao could clearly see that on each flying boat, there were several monks of the ninth level of Yuan Li, who should be the leaders of the Thirty-three Immortal Alliance of the Heavenly Alliance!

"Damn it!" Li Nianxiao couldn't help but curse when he saw the gazes of the leaders of the Immortal Alliance that were like flying swords. A deep feeling of powerlessness came to his heart.

The flying boat rushed into the place where the sword light was whirling. "Swiss..." Runes that looked like tadpoles appeared. The sword light avoided and the flying boat rushed in quickly!

"Sure enough..." Long Wuqian looked at the flying boat rune with a meaningful expression.

"Boom..." The flying boat entered the sword map and roared again. The runes all over it exploded. Hundreds of monks flew out, each taking magic weapons and other objects to form an formation to protect Qingtian Peak.

"Today's events... I'm afraid it will have a beginning but no end!!" Li Nianxiao let out his spiritual thoughts slightly and looked around. Although everyone was still forming formations, fear was already on everyone's face, and people's hearts were like a rope and a plate of loose sand.

There is no comparison!

"No..." Li Nianxiao thought quickly and said secretly, "The morale of the Taoist Alliance, the Xuan Alliance, and the various sects cannot be lowered..."

Li Nianxiao knew better than anyone else that there were many monks who sympathized with the Creation Sect and were willing to stand up for the Creation Sect. However, for tens of thousands of years, Meng Ping had not left Qinghai, and no one could find him. This kind of resentment and

My courage has worn away a lot over time.

Now that I finally have the opportunity to question Meng Pingqing face to face, how many of those monks filled with indignation can reach Qingtian Peak?

And among the monks who can reach Qingtian Peak, how many of them have no burden on their shoulders? Who can face Meng Pingqing like me?

"That's all, isn't it just one life?" Li Nianxiao gritted his teeth and said in his heart, "Xiao Sheng saved my mother, I am..."

"Crack..." Unfortunately, before Li Nianxiao could finish his thoughts, thunder suddenly burst out from the center of Qingtian Peak, and the thunder rushed high into the sky like a majestic mountain torrent.

Amidst the turbulent thunder, the Throne of Creation slowly flew out, and on top of the throne, a human figure with blood and silver marks all over his body was sitting cross-legged!

The human form is not solid, and there are several layers of dragon patterns tumbling up and down around the outline. The dragon patterns are shining and condensed into strange runes. Many of the thunderbolts that rush out hit the runes, and with the impact of the thunder, the dragon patterns gradually condense and clash.

In the dragon phase, in the center of the dragon phase, a human-shaped head gradually appears. Isn't it none other than Meng Pingqing, the leader of the Sky Alliance with a simple appearance and slanting sword eyebrows?

"We would like to congratulate the leader of the alliance..."

Although the dragon pattern is like water, still rushing down slowly, Meng Pingqing's figure has not yet been fully revealed, but the leaders of the thirty-three immortal alliances around him have knelt down on one knee and congratulated, "Today's nomination to the Holy List, leader of the human race!"

Meng Pingqing slowly opened his eyes, thunder surged out, and a chill pierced the air. When the lightning subsided, it condensed into two majestic eyes, with a trace of pride and smile emerging from the eyes, one like thunder.

A majestic voice sounded: "Good!"

"Buzzing..." As soon as Meng Pingqing's voice fell to the ground, another low voice sounded behind everyone. Although the voice was low, it sounded many and messy, like bees and butterflies in the flowers.

Everyone was confused and didn't know who came just now, but when they saw it clearly, they became even more puzzled.

But thousands of flying shuttles were seen flying over the sky, and there were hundreds or even thousands of people on each flying boat. However, everyone's spiritual thoughts swept over and they could see clearly that the monks on this flying boat were only refining Qi and building foundations, and only

The monk driving the boat is Nascent Soul!

"He...what are they here for?"

"Haha, they are finally here!" Long Wuqian almost jumped up. He took Qin Xiang's hand and shouted, "Quickly, send a message to Master Xiaomei and see where she is..."

"Let go..." Qin Xi blushed a little and hurriedly threw away his hand, but Long Wuqian didn't care. He patted the Qiankun bag and took out a palm-sized blood tablet. He raised it and said, "Quick, find Master Xiaomei..."

Qin Yan quickly took out the communication weapon, she asked a few words in a low voice, and hurriedly said a few words to Long Wuqian, and the two of them stumbled out of the crowd and faced the flying boat.

At this time, although all the monks were wondering, no one flew out.
Chapter completed!