The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Chapter 543 The Last One

After embarrassment, he became angry. A huge mace appeared in his hand, and Zhang Qing swung it and smashed it towards the opponent's head.

Zhang Qing's mace was found in the cave of an ancient monk. It was a rare treasure. Seeing this mace, several people did not dare to be careless at all. They attacked almost at the same time with various colors of light flashing, and met this imposing mace.

The few people who followed here surrounded Zhang Qing and fought fiercely. On the other side, a figure appeared behind Zhang Fan at some point. The man was wearing a wide robe that covered his body. He looked at Zhang Fan with disgust. Zhang Fan felt the undisguised vicious gaze behind him, and the hairs on his body stood up. He turned around abruptly and looked directly at the owner of the gaze. She widened her eyes in shock, and before she could react, the man had already come close to her and raised his hand to slap her forehead. Zhang Fan's cultivation was too low, and she had no way to avoid this palm. Zhang Qing saw it, but he was entangled by several cultivators of the same level and could barely cope with it. He could not go to rescue them at all, and his eyes were immediately bloodshot.

Zhang Fan's body was restrained by the man's pressure, and he couldn't even move a finger, but her eyes were surprisingly calm. The person who attacked at close range vaguely saw Zhang Fan's strangely calm eyes through Mu Li, and his heart was suddenly startled, and an ominous premonition crept into his mind. Years of caution made him leave without a second thought. Although today was the best opportunity to kill this evil disciple, it would be too not worth it to sacrifice himself for such a thing with a short lifespan and limited cultivation. He came here in person today just to vent his anger, and felt that it was just a matter of crushing an ant that was lingering in his hands. He wanted to leave but was horrified to find that the space around him was blocked the moment he turned around. He kept a stiff retreat posture, and even though his spiritual power was surging, it was all suppressed in his body and he couldn't move out even a single cent.

"Don't kill me!"

He almost used all his strength to utter those three words, but he could not change his fate. The space that blocked him suddenly twisted, and his whole body was broken into several pieces in that space. The Nascent Soul that just appeared was directly crushed into mud by the twisted space. This outer hall elder of the Alchemist Guild would probably never understand until his death. He just killed the ants that had been struggling in his hands for many years, so why did he lose his life? He was the elder of the Alchemist Guild, how dare someone come here?

The pupils of the people who were still besieging Zhang Qing shocked when they saw this strange scene. When they reacted, they turned around and fled, but they fell into the same situation as the outer hall elder after taking a step. The way they died was almost exactly the same. When that space returned to normal, there was only a rain of blood falling on the spot.

Zhang Qing came to Zhang Fan in shock. After confirming that his sister was fine, his pounding heart calmed down a little. Just a moment ago, he almost thought that his sister was going to die. After coming to their senses, the two of them bowed deeply in the direction of Xutian City, turned around and left without hesitation.

Not long after the two left, a vague figure appeared here. Feeling the remaining spatial fluctuations here, the man's eyes turned slightly.

"Space?"

"I hope you can restrain yourself and stop causing me trouble."

A soft whisper came out of his mouth, but it was clearly heard by Bai Qinghua, who was still in Xutian City at that time. Bai Qinghua raised his eyebrows and couldn't help smiling.

"rest assured."

The two equally light words made the blurry figure feel somewhat satisfied, and the figure disappeared after a while of blurring.

Bai Qinghua released two chess pieces and rented a cave with rich spiritual energy in Xutian City, and began a short retreat to consolidate his cultivation. On the other side, Yong Ye, who had just successfully advanced to the emperor, was experiencing a life-and-death crisis.

The nine nine thunder tribulations that Yongye encountered when he was promoted to the Emperor almost turned the entire Paradise City into a scorched earth. The heavenly tribulations for those who practice magic are already difficult to overcome, let alone a demon body like Yongye. His emperor thunder tribulations were so frightening that even the Dark Realm God King was horrified. He intuitively felt that if he had experienced such a thunder tribulation in the past, he would have found it difficult to escape unscathed.

Under the nine thunder tribulations, the beauties that the Dark Domain God King had collected with great effort were either killed or escaped, but the Dark Domain God King who was watching from afar seemed to be unable to see it. He did not rescue the beauties who were turned into ashes by the thunder, nor did he stop the beauties who escaped in the chaos. At this moment, the only thing in his eyes was the handsome man who was surrounded by thousands of thunders. Compared to the first time he saw him, he felt that the eternal night at this time fascinated him even more. Such a beauty was worth exchanging even the entire Paradise City for.

He looked at it with obsessed eyes, and every time there was a wound on Yongye's body, his body could not help but tremble, as if the thunder was cutting his flesh. He was heartbroken and tears were streaming down his face, but his body honestly retreated further away when the range of the thunder tribulation expanded. There was obsession and cherishing in his eyes, but his body was relaxed and indifferent. He liked beauties of all kinds. He liked those beauties who acted pretentiously to win his favor, like delicate flowers that would break at the touch. He also liked the rose that was tattered but refused to surrender in the thunder. Although it was a little prickly, the completely different feeling made his blood boil.

Amidst the thunder, Yongye held the Blood Demon Knife in his hand, with not a single piece of good flesh on his body. The thunder in the air seemed to have intelligence, sometimes turning into a dragon to bite and entangle him, and sometimes turning into various magical instruments to crush his soul. A total of eighty-one thunder tribulations had lasted for three months, but not all of them had come down. Yongye looked up with some difficulty at the thunder dragon that was still rolling and accumulating strength in the sky, and licked his dry and cracked lips. His body was now covered with white bones, and the places where flesh and blood were still hanging were also burnt. There was still thunder constantly wandering in his meridians, constantly tearing and cutting the relatively intact meridians. It looked extremely terrifying from a distance.

"The last one."

Looking at the sky, Yongye murmured, feeling the fiery gaze sticking to him at that moment, Yongye felt nauseous, murderous intent surged in his heart, and he wished he could rush out right now to tear that ugly thing into pieces, but he also knew that if he could not survive this last thunder tribulation, what awaited him would be the destruction of his soul. Thinking of this, Yongye inserted the Blood Demon Knife deeply into the ground, supported himself and stood up shakily, closed his eyes, and golden light poured out from his sea of ​​consciousness, and finally turned into a small golden sword.

The moment the small sword took shape, the thunder rolling in the air seemed to pause for a moment. Instead of accumulating power, it directly transformed into a long purple-gold dragon with a huge thundering mouth, and bit directly towards Yongye's head. The golden small sword met the thunder at the moment it took shape.