Although Yu Wuji's words made the two heavyweights feel a little better, there was still a bit of a grudge between them.
It was just like two conceited top students in class who had always thought that they would definitely be number one in this exam. However, an opponent who was not in the top five that they did not think highly of had taken first place. Moreover, it was the kind of person who got full marks. Naturally, the two of them felt all sorts of jealousy in their hearts.
Yu Wuji smiled. "Ji Qi must die. When we succeed, the divine power in your bodies will belong to you. Not only will you reach the legendary realm, but even Immortal Master Muyun and Lord Taishi won't be a match for you. Why bother being a gatekeeper?"
"I hope everything goes as you say."
The Great King of the Underworld said.
Daoist Yi Yuan's eyes also flashed with a hint of passion.
Every living being had greed.
Even these heavyweights who stood at the peak of the world and seemed to have no desires, as long as they found the obsession they had been pursuing, they would instantly become like ordinary people. They would fall from the clouds and be forced to live a humble life.
… …
"He really is a genius."
The master of the Peach Garden sighed in the first side chamber.
"What a pity. He was born at the wrong time."
Nan Wanwu sat in a wheelchair. His handsome face was calm and resolute. "Sacrifices are unavoidable. You and I should be used to it by now."
… …
"What?"
"Third brother …"
"Haha, wonderful. He's going to win for sure."
Wu Yun, Pei Wei, Zhu Chaojiu, Ye Kuanglang and the others cried out in surprise and joy when they saw Ji Qi unleashing that earth-shattering attack in the side hall of the Myriad God Palace.
The brand-new power of thousands of sword intents had broken the shackles of this world, causing them to tremble slightly.
When did Third Brother master such power?
That guy.
There were all kinds of emotions on the four gods' faces, but no jealousy.
The other experts in the side chamber were also excited.
This time, there were many unexpected aspects in the Immortal Ancient Arena Battles. In the end, the Shrines had the upper hand and obtained more keys. Now that the Sword God Ji Qi had shocked everyone again, the Shrines were in a good situation.
It was a blessing from the heavens.
…
…
In the side halls of the other major forces, there were all kinds of exclamations and shock.
The dazzling light that erupted from Ji Qi caused everyone to be shocked and envious.
A new kind of power.
A new door.
A new path slowly appeared before the eyes of these giants.
…
Crack.
The heaven and earth formation on the stage instantly shattered.
The glaring sword radiance instantly launched a surprise attack. Countless sword wills twisted and entangled the chaotic new power of the stars. Like a dragon of destruction, it instantly locked onto the Yin Yang Daoist and attacked.
"Ah ah ah ah …"
The Black-White Daoist howled.
This Heaven and Earth Formation Diagram could be said to be the culmination of his lifetime of cultivation and blood.
It was also the divine ability that he was most proud of.
Who knew that it would shatter under Ji Qi's sword in an instant?
The feeling of his pride being shattered was like falling into an abyss.
The power of the dragon of destruction shone on the Yin Yang Daoist's face, making it more and more ferocious.
At this moment, something died in the Yin Yang Daoist's body.
A new thing grew in his body, grew stronger, and instantly took over his body.
"Go to hell."
He roared.
A sword stabbed out.
The sword had appeared in his hand without anyone noticing.
A blood-red sword.
As if it had been soaked in a pool of blood and had just been fished out.
In the sword radiance, a new kind of power similar to the old coffin kernel and the gray-robed monster of the Underworld burst out.
Bang!
The stone sword in Ji Qi's hand instantly cracked, and half of the sword body shattered.
"Puff …"
He opened his mouth and spat out an arrow of blood.
His whole body flew out like a cannonball.
Boom!
His body crashed into the invisible shield of the arena formation, causing violent tremors and ripples.
Then, he bounced back and fell hard on the ground of the arena.
Fresh blood gushed out of Ji Qi's body.
He had completely become a blood man.
Two streaks of blood overflowed from his eyes.
His eye sockets had become bloody holes.
"Ji Qi, you've lost."
The Yin Yang Daoist landed on the ground, holding the treacherous blood-red sword in his hand.
Ji Qi staggered, his legs were seriously injured, making it almost impossible for him to stand. He used half of the broken sword to prop himself on the ground and barely stabilized his body.
Xun Yin 'looked' in the direction of the Yin Yang Daoist. A trace of mockery and ridicule appeared on Ji Qi's face.
"The one who lost is you."
Ji Qi said.
An imperceptible look of shame flashed across the Yin Yang Daoist's face, which immediately turned into anger. He sneered, "Now, I only need a thought to turn you into powder. You're seriously injured and can't recover. Even if I don't kill you, you will undoubtedly die."
Sword God Ji Qi laughed heartily, "The real you died under my sword long ago. The current you is just a puppet tool."
The Yin Yang Daoist smiled coldly. "You don't know anything. From today onwards, your inheritance will be severed."
He carried the treacherous blood-red sword and slowly walked towards Ji Qi.
The killing intent in his eyes condensed to the point that it was almost tangible.
"You, who are known as the Sword God, can die under my sword. This is my last mercy for you." The treacherous blood-red sword in the Yin Yang Daoist's hand slowly stabbed towards Ji Qi's forehead.
Ji Qi, who was seriously injured and had lost his vision, could not see such an attack at all.
But he vaguely felt it.
The arrival of death did not make him afraid.
Instead, his heart was unprecedentedly clear and calm.
He did not fear death.
This was because his legacy had already found a suitable successor.
"Go, my sword."
Ji Qi silently roared in his heart.
The broken sword in his hand that was stained with his blood suddenly burst forth with thousands of rays of light. The light of thousands of sword intents flowed out and bloomed with the most dazzling divine radiance.
"What?"
The Yin Yang Daoist was shocked and immediately retreated, holding his sword horizontally across his chest. He was extremely vigilant.
But the light of thousands of sword intents did not attack him. Instead, they pierced through the void and inconceivably passed through the protective barrier of the Immortal Ancient Arena Array. They converged into a ray of seven-colored light and shot in the direction of the Gods Island.
Then, the body of the Sword God Ji Qi quickly turned cold and stiff.
There was a faint and disdainful smile on his face.
"Coward."
He spat out the last two words. The Sword God of the Gods Palace had finally fallen.
The last breath of life dissipated from the body that was still standing.
It was like a lamp that was slowly extinguished in the breeze.
A sorrowful aura gradually spread between heaven and earth.
It was as if some deity was weeping for the fall of the Sword God.
The Yin Yang Daoist, who was still standing on the arena, had an extremely angry and humiliated expression on his face.
He had actually been frightened by a person who was about to die.
He had actually been frightened by a person who was about to die and had turned pale with fright.
How humiliating.
"Ah ah ah …"
The Yin Yang Daoist roared angrily and swung his sword.
A ray of blood-red light slashed out.
Boom!
The stiff body of the Sword God Ji Qi was instantly blasted into smithereens.
On the arena, only the broken stone sword was stuck into the ground, stained with blood.
A ray of flowing light flickered down.
The victor, the Yin Yang Daoist, was led to the waiting area.
His figure slowly floated up from the welcoming light. The anger on the Yin Yang Daoist's face had yet to dissipate. Although he had won this battle, he did not feel the slightest bit of excitement. Instead, deep in his heart, he could not help but feel a deep sorrow.
Because of this battle, he had lost himself.
He was no longer himself.
He had become another person.
… …
In the side hall of the Gods Palace.
An indescribable sorrow and anger pervaded the air.
Ye Kuanglang, Wu Yun, Zhu Chaojiu, and Pei Wei all had the same expression. They stared furiously at the Yin Yang Daoist who was being led to the waiting area.
"Humiliation."
"Despicable."
The experts of the Gods Palace angrily complained.
Everyone could see how the Yin-Yang Daoist had turned defeat into victory.
It was a power that did not belong to him.
Moreover, after winning against Ji Qi, the Yin Yang Daoist had destroyed Ji Qi's body.
It was simply insane.
The Yin Yang Daoist had completely fallen.
He had lost the glory of being the master of the Immortal-suppressing Pagoda and the dignity of being a magnate of the Blessed Land of Immortals. He had given up everything, just like the old man in the coffin who refused to die and the black-robed monster from the Hades.
"I must avenge him."
Ye Kuanglang's fingers pinched the skin of his palm.
… …
In the sixth side hall.
Li Mu's expression was not calm.
There were so many beauties in the world that attracted countless heroes.
Such an ancient saying suddenly popped up in his mind.
Ji Qi was a hero.
Because he was pure.
He had taken the initiative to ascend the Immortal Ancient Arena without any ulterior motives.
He had verified his swordsmanship.
He had shown talent and talent beyond this era.
But unfortunately, this was not an era that belonged to him.
His death was tragic and glorious.
Li Mu's heart was filled with deep respect.
In the Blessed Land of Immortals, there were not many people worthy of Li Mu's respect.
After this battle, Ji Qi was definitely one of them.
Li Mu looked in the direction of the Islands of Gods.
"That seven-colored ray of light just now, what was it … …"
Li Mu's heart skipped a beat.
He left the sixth side hall and turned into a ray of light, heading straight for the Islands of Gods.
If it was at the beginning of the Immortal Ancient Arena Battle, Li Mu would have been scolded and punished for leaving on his own accord and flying at such a high altitude.
But now, Li Mu had already shown his fangs and power. No one in the entire Blessed Land of Immortals dared to argue with Li Mu over such a matter.
… …
… …
In the Heavenly Sword Hall on the Islands of Gods.
Wang Shiyu stood at the entrance of the main hall.
She looked in the direction of the Immortal Ancient Arena Battle. An intense struggle was going on in her mind.
When she came to the Blessed Land of Immortals, she wanted to participate in the Immortal Ancient Arena Battle like Li Mu.
But because of her master, Ji Qi, she only found out later that her name was not engraved on the Immortal Ancient Scroll.
What should she do now?
Should she force her way into the battle?
While she was deep in thought, she suddenly saw a seven-colored ray of light streaking across the sky.
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