Although he knew that his thoughts were nonsensical, Chen Luoyang couldn't help but let his thoughts run wild.
Looking at Shi Ying, who was slowly approaching the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage under the cover of others, Chen Luoyang felt a sense of déjà vu.
'Thinking about it, someone on his side should be sacrificed to motivate everyone …'
'Jie Xingmang?
'My side might have captured his girl …'
'Hmm, Ying Qingqing?
'Someone on my side might have changed sides because of his words, forsaking the dark for the light …'
Chen Luoyang glanced at Xiao Yuntian out of the corner of his eye.
'I have an ambitious person on my side who wants to make things easier for him. He wants to kill with a borrowed knife, reap the benefits, and replace me …'
'Not to mention, with the current internal situation of Devil Religion, there are definitely people like this.'
'I have someone who painstakingly spies on my side who will play a role at the crucial moment and clear my name. Hmm, he might even sacrifice himself to pave the way for this kid …'
'Maybe there are people like this too.'
Chen Luoyang laughed at himself in his heart.
'I still think life is difficult.'
'It's true.'
'The human world isn't worth it …'
As his thoughts ran wild, Chen Luoyang's face was as steady as Mount Tai.
He seemed to be bored to death as he watched Xiao Yuntian, Zhang Tianheng, and the others fight with Wang Qiyi.
He didn't pay attention to Shi Ying, Nie Hua, and the others who were approaching the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage.
At this moment, Wang Qiyi had already unleashed all of his cultivation and strength.
The 12th Martial Path Realm was the peak of King Wu, but more importantly, it was the foundation of Emperor Wu, so this realm was called Nurturing.
Nurturing one's Martial Path True Meaning that could already be manifested externally, making it even more condensed and pure.
Until one day, when one broke through the final step, the illusory Martial Path True Meaning would condense into a real existence.
Experts who were already standing at the doorstep of Emperor Wu were clearly weaker than King Wu at the 10th and 11th Realms.
Wang Qiyi had the Qi of Heavenly Justice to protect him, and the people of Devil Religion had to work together to break through it.
This was all thanks to the great power of the Devil Religion.
If Wang Qiyi was in realm ten, facing him in realm twelve, he wouldn't even be able to make a splash.
However, the people of Devil Religion had painstakingly torn open a small gap. As long as Wang Qiyi circulated his divine power, he would immediately fill up the gap, not giving them any opportunity to take advantage of.
When his Radius Magic Sword fell, other than the level-11 Xiao Yuntian, no one else could withstand it.
With a wave of the ruler, sword wills crisscrossed like Dharma and Logos.
It didn't seem sharp, but when it came down on them, they couldn't break free at all. They were restrained everywhere, unable to exert their strength and unable to resist.
He was like a toddler in a school who was facing a teacher's ruler. He was completely unable to resist and could only obediently accept the punishment.
The wind around Xiao Yuntian's body dissipated a lot.
However, his body was currently shrouded in a blurry light.
In the light and shadow, there seemed to be a pitch-black universe.
The stars in the universe moved according to their own trajectories.
The most dazzling star was undoubtedly the dazzling Sun.
The Sun rose and set, shaking heaven and earth.
It seemed inconspicuous, but it had boundless power.
Xiao Yuntian unleashed his cultivation of the Great Sun Changing Technique to the extreme, barely shifting one sword light after another.
If he could find a chance to escape like before, he might still have a chance.
However, the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage was right behind him. Where could he run to?
Xiao Yuntian could only resist.
However, he was injured and might not be able to hold on for a long time.
However, Wang Qiyi clearly didn't want to drag it out.
At this moment, his attention was already focused on the Hierarch of Devil Religion in the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage.
In order to end the battle quickly, Wang Qiyi used another technique other than the Radius Magic Sword.
"The way of great learning is to be virtuous, to be close to the people, and to stop at the utmost good. After knowing and stopping, one can be at peace, after peace, after peace, after thinking, after thinking, after thinking, one can obtain. Everything has its beginning and end, and everything has its beginning and end. If one knows the order, one can approach the Dao … "
Wang Qiyi suddenly exhaled and recited the scriptures.
Xiao Yuntian's figure shook abruptly when he heard this.
The invisible scriptures seemed to have turned into chains that bound his body, suppressing the circulation of his energy and even his movement.
"… Spoken Scripture!" Xiao Yuntian grunted.
This was a technique that Wang Qiyi had mastered. It was similar to the Sound Assassination Technique. Together with the Radius Magic Sword and the Qi of Heavenly Justice, it had established his position as one of the few King Wu experts in the world. He was honored as a Foreign Minister by the Great Xia Dynasty.
The Three Devils of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism were led by him.
"New day by day, new day by day, and new day by day, new people. Although the Zhou Dynasty is an old state, its life is new. Therefore, a gentleman will do anything … "
At this moment, as the recitation sounded, not only was Xiao Yuntian's circulation of energy restricted, but his mental thoughts were also disturbed, causing his mind to buzz.
The Radius Magic Sword slashed down again.
The strange phenomenon of the sun, moon, stars, and the universe suddenly dissipated, cut by the sword will that was as powerful as Dharma and Logos.
Xiao Yuntian's figure also fell back, and he almost lost his balance in midair.
Zhang Tianheng struggled to prop up the four sword lights that were attached to him, and sneered at Wang Qiyi. "Shut up, you. Anyone can talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, except for you, an old man who steals his own daughter-in-law. What are you pretending for?
How many female disciples have you slept with in the past? You can't even count them yourself, can you? If you can be a bit more upright, I won't criticize you, but you just have to talk about morality.
I don't read many books, but I know that the words' beast in human clothing 'are the most suitable for you, Teacher Wang. "
"Since your mouth is full of filthy words, I'll teach you a lesson first." Wang Qiyi was not angry. He said calmly, "You dare to talk nonsense here, but you think that Chen Luoyang can protect you."
He looked up at the Six-Dragon Emperor Carriage. "But now it seems that he can't even protect himself."
Zhang Tianheng and the others glared at Shi Jing who was about to board the Emperor Carriage.
They also felt a little guilty.
Could it be that the Hierarch was really …
"Have you had enough fun?"
Chen Luoyang's voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone was slightly stunned.
Slowly, Wang Qiyi said, "Chen Luoyang, stop bluffing …"
Shi Jing looked into the hall through the open door. "Hierarch Chen, excuse me …"
Both of them thought that Chen Luoyang was talking to them, so they answered at the same time.
But before they could finish, they were interrupted by Chen Luoyang.
"Shut up."
Chen Luoyang said indifferently, "I'm talking to someone else. Since when did you have the right to interrupt?"
Everyone was stunned.
Shi Jing suddenly had a bad premonition.
Then, he heard Wang Qiyi, who had been so majestic a moment ago, bellow in rage, "Are you crazy?!"
A fist.
It pierced through the old Confucian's protective aura of justice.
It hit the vital part of his back.
The fist transformed into a dragon, its roar shaking the Nine Heavens.
The fist was the ultimate technique of the Xia dynasty's royal family, the Nine Dragons Emperor Fist.
The owner of the fist was the Xia dynasty's eldest prince, Li Qian.
Shi Jing and Nie Hua were both shocked.
Wang Qiyi, who was attacked, had a look of disbelief.
How could it be him?
Others might be bribed by the Devil religion, but how could Li Qian, the eldest prince of the Xia dynasty?
In the fight for the position of crown prince, he was already ahead of his other brothers, and was the first candidate for the crown prince from Emperor Xia.
Even if he wanted to fight for the position of crown prince, or even the throne, he should not cooperate with the Devil religion.
That was really asking a tiger for its skin.
The Devil religion's goal in the north was also the Central Plains.
There was no way Li Qian didn't understand.
He came to help Shi Jing, Nie Hua, and the Sword Pavilion, which would be better than helping the Devil religion.
Was he crazy?
Wang Qiyi's confusion was everyone's confusion.
Not only Shi Jing and Nie Hua were shocked, but even the Devil religion members were confused.
Only Li Qian didn't hesitate.
He threw another punch!
Wang Qiyi roared, endured the pain, and waved the ruler to meet the enemy.
But his vision suddenly blurred.
The opponent's martial arts were no longer the Nine Dragons Emperor Fist.
A blade light flashed.
It was as cold as the moon.
The blade light was extinguished.
The ruler was also broken in two.
Wang Qiyi's face cracked.
But no blood flowed out of the crack.
But he could see blood-red ice.
Nie Hua's flying sword came to his rescue.
Moonlight lit up on Li Qian's body, alternating between bright and dark.
The sword light disappeared with the moonlight, as if there was a lunar eclipse.
Unaffected by Nie Hua's attack, Li Qian continued to punch.
Wang Qiyi was sent flying backward.
He crashed into a mountain, shattering it.
King Wu at his peak had a powerful vitality.
In the dusty ruins, Wang Qiyi raised his head with difficulty.
His horrifying face faced Li Qian on the mountain.
"Li Qian is not crazy."
The person on the mountain smiled: "That's why he's dead."
Shi Jing was only one step away from the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage.
But he couldn't take this step no matter what.
"… Boundless Nature Divine Art!" The white-clothed youth stared at "Li Qian" on the mountain below, and said bitterly: "Demon Immortal, Chen Chuhua!"
"Li Qian" on the mountain bowed to the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage and said with a smile: "Greetings, Hierarch."
There seemed to be a layer of mist on his body.
The mist trembled slightly, then dispersed.
The tall youth from before disappeared.
The one who remained was a tall and slender woman.
She was still wearing Li Qian's royal robe, and her hair accessories were a man's clothing.
About 23 or 24 years old, she was extremely beautiful, but there was a hint of heroic spirit in her eyes.
But as her eyes wandered, she naturally revealed a hint of charm.
Wang Qiyi looked at this beautiful girl, but only felt his frozen blood become even colder.
Demon Immortal, Chen Chuhua.
Devil religion, Blue Dragon Hall's first seat.
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