"Hmm?" When Zhetian Mingjun swept his spiritual sense and found that the rushing towards him was not an ordinary spear, he suddenly shrank his hand and stopped his attack on Lian Ji.

call out!

The golden spear almost rubbed across the sleeves of Mingjun, and the hot air that rubbed against the air, roasting the robe on his sleeves into a charred ball.

After the golden long fortress rushed out ten meters, it suddenly stopped, stood up, and turned into a ball of gold. The shape of the gold changed, gradually condensed into a human form and turned into Wang Xiaoqiang.

Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang arrive, Lianji and his daughter, Jin family father and daughter were relieved and worried again.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaoqiang came to save them in time regardless of the danger, and was worried that Wang Xiaoqiang would die at the hands of the Daluo Jinxian.

Zhetian Mingjun's eyes turned and stared at Wang Xiaoqiang, his eyes full of resentment and murderous intent, and shouted coldly, "Are you Wang Xiaoqiang?"

"That's right!" Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Who are you?"

"Zhetian Mingjun, Biluojie," Zhetian Mingjun said proudly, and said with hatred and resentment again, "Do you remember the ghost immortal you killed last time? That's my brother, my dear brother, if you kill him, you must pay for his life..."

"Your brother wolf ambition, a small ghost cultivator, who is in vain to destroy the human race and occupy the fairy world, how can I let him succeed?"

"Don't talk too much. Since ancient times, the winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. If you win, you are the king of the fairy world. This is understandable," said the Mingjun of the Sky. "But if you kill someone you shouldn't kill, that's your fault. Today, you must die."

"If you have the ability, come on to me and don't hurt my friends." Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"You can't even protect yourself from the clay Buddha crossing the river, and you can still care about your friends?" said Zhetian Mingjun, "To be honest, it is still hard to say whether the fairy world will become a world of ghost cultivators after you die."

"I have a habit. Come on!" Wang Xiaoqiang said, and the demon drip immediately released.

After the demon droplet came out of the Sumeru Ring, it immediately swept around Wang Xiaoqiang's body and rotated rapidly. The speed was so fast that it could not be seen clearly, and only a afterimage could be seen.

As soon as the spiritual consciousness of Zhetian Mingjun released, he enveloped Wang Xiaoqiang, but soon, his spiritual consciousness was disturbed by the demon drip and could not lock Wang Xiaoqiang's body at all.

You should know that Wang Xiaoqiang is only at the level of the Four Dragon Realm of the Immortal Emperor. The Mingjun of the Zhetian is the Daluo Golden Immortal. The Daluo Golden Immortal can lock an Immortal Emperor with one spiritual sense, let alone Wang Xiaoqiang is the Immortal Emperor level.

However, if there is a demon drip that can interfere with the spiritual consciousness, then the Mingjun of the Sky will not be able to lock in Wang Xiaoqiang's figure.

"Hmm? Stinky brat, are you a demon?" Zhitian Mingjun felt the extremely strong demonic power on the demon droplet, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Now, Wang Xiaoqiang is a genius in the fairy world and a supreme existence, so he is not afraid of others' suspicion of him as a demon. In other words, he now has the power to accept the demon clan and justify the demon clan's reputation. Therefore, he can release the demonic droplet without any worries.

Wang Xiaoqiang did not answer when he heard this, but just stared at the Mingjun of Zhetian. He was fully alert.

His spiritual sense was also observing the Mingjun of Zhetian. He found that the Qi sea of ​​the dantian and the fairy energy in the meridians of Zhetian were liquefied.

It transforms gas into liquid, which is the most obvious peach of the Immortal Emperor's promotion to the Daluo Golden Immortal.

When the immortal energy turns into liquid, which is the so-called "immortal liquid", its power cannot be compared. Wang Xiaoqiang knew that he was no match for the Mingjun of Zhatian, so he was mentally prepared to save his life as much as possible.

He now has an immortal gold body, and his physical body is immortal. However, the immortal body does not mean that the soul and soul are immortal. This Mingjun of Zhetian was a ghost cultivator before. Among the ghost magic techniques, the soul-catching technique is excellent. Mingjun of Zhetian cannot not understand it, so Wang Xiaoqiang must be careful.

"Go to die!" Zhetian Mingjun waved his hand, and a stream of immortal liquid was swung out, and he quickly rushed to Wang Xiaoqiang incompetently.

boom!

The fairy liquid was blocked by the demon drip and scattered for a while, but it still hit Wang Xiaoqiang.

With a whistle, Wang Xiaoqiang's body suddenly turned into a ball of gold. The next moment, the liquid fairy energy collided with it, smashing the ball of gold into pieces and spreading it.

"Ah, Xiaoqiang."

Lian Ji and his daughter and Jin family shouted softly, not sure what had happened, but I expected that Wang Xiaoqiang would be miserable when this blow was done.

The expression of the Mingjun of Zhetian became solemn. His eyes were staring at the scattered flowing gold.

Wow!

The scattered flowing gold suddenly merged and condensed into flowing gold. The next moment, the flowing gold condensed into a thin silk thread, with the tip of the thread being needle-shaped.

call out!

The golden thread rushed towards the Mingjun of Zhetian like a thin snake. The demon drip kept spinning around the golden thread and rushed over.

The face of the Mingjun of Zhetian changed slightly, and he compared his right hand.

With a whistle, a blue shield was supported, protecting him from all over his body.

It was a liquid shield, a fairy liquid shield, like a layer of water film, very strange.

call out!

The tip of the golden thread pierced on the fairy liquid shield and was bounced open. When the demon drip hit it, it bounced back like a slim frost.

However, Wang Xiaoqiang was not discouraged. The golden thread whirled slightly, turned backwards, rushed up again, like a thin snake rolling, tightly wrapped around the fairy liquid shield and kept tightening it.

"Overbial ability! Hum!" The Mingjun of Zhetian snorted contemptuously, waved his hands, and the fairy liquid shield suddenly thickened, expanded outward, expanding...

The golden thread was clattering...

Suddenly, with a bang, the golden thread was broken and broke inch by inch.

A sneer appeared on the face of the Mingjun Zhetian.

However, the next moment...

The broken silk thread condensed again and turned into flowing gold.

The demon dizi kept mercying the ball of golden flying, interfering with the spiritual consciousness of the Mingjun of Zhetian, making it impossible for him to lock in Wang Xiaoqiang.

The face of the Mingjun of Zhetian changed, his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent. His hands were combined in front of him, and the fairy liquid rolled, forming a sword shape, and he sent it with both hands.

With a swish, the fairy liquid sword rushed out and stabbed the flowing gold transformed by Wang Xiaoqiang.

Bang!

The fairy liquid sword hit the demon droplet, knocking the demon droplet out, stumbled slightly, continued to rush forward, and pierced through the ball of gold.

Wow!

The ball of gold scattered and let out a muffled groan.

"Hmph, I see how long you can last." The King of Zhetian smiled sinisterly, with a sharp sword technique on both hands, and the fairy liquid sword divided into hundreds of fairy liquid swords. They all shook and then turned backwards, coming towards the scattered golden barbs.

Each fairy liquid sword stabbed a small piece of gold.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Under the attack of the Sword of Immortal Liquid, the gold fragments shattered again, and several muffled groans came from it.

Obviously, Wang Xiaoqiang was also seriously injured under these consecutive attacks.

But the gold that was broken into small stars suddenly gathered together and then condensed into Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang had blood on the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"Xiaoqiang, are you okay?" Princess Huashao and Jin Qiaoqiao shouted worriedly.

"Don't worry, I can't die." Wang Xiaoqiang said casually, and took out two blood lotus trees with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth to swallow them. Suddenly, the blood and energy in his body surged, repairing the injury.
Chapter completed!