"Li Huo, burn!"
Zhongli pointed out, and endless fire came with force.
He did not use the will of the gods.
Because Mo Liuxing had already tried, even Mo Liuxing's powerful divine will was unable to suppress Ye Qing.
Therefore, Zhongli did not use the will of the gods, but purely used his divine power to crush them.
Zhongli didn't believe that with Ye Qing's cultivation level, he could compete with him without using high-grade artifacts.
If Zhong Li wins this battle, even if the senior officials of the Shangqing Temple do not deprive Ye Qing of his sainthood, Ye Qing will be disgraced.
A sneer appeared on Zhongli's face.
However, soon, the smile on Zhongli's face solidified.
His Lihuo formed a cage of flames, which was extremely powerful and wanted to burn down the world.
However, Ye Qing only used one sword.
In an instant, a terrifying sword rhyme struck, which contained a heaven-defying killing intent.
The moment Ye Qing released his sword charm, a vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared in the sky.
The monstrous bloody gas came, which made people feel nervous!
With one sword strike, all magic collapsed and the color of heaven and earth changed!
The power of Ye Qing's ancient killing sword is unimaginable.
In the blink of an eye, Zhongli's killing move collapsed instantly, and a golden sword light came in front of Zhongli with unlimited killing intent.
The golden sword light had not yet pierced Zhongli's body, but just as it approached him, the terrifying sword rhyme aura tore his body apart.
Zhongli looked horrified, and blood marks appeared on his body!
The vitality in his body passed quickly, and a golden sword light quickly enlarged in his eyes!
"This is impossible!"
Zhongli was horrified.
His killing move could not hurt Ye Qing at all, and Ye Qing's strength completely made him lose the ability to resist.
"He actually comprehended the rhyme of the ancient killing sword!"
Among the crowd, Mo Chen's face was extremely ugly, filled with jealousy and hatred.
While at the sword pavilion, Mo Chen mocked Ye Qing and asked Ye Qing to watch from outside the sword formation, saying that with Ye Qing's talent, it was impossible to enter the ancient sword formation to comprehend.
However, Ye Qing mastered the ancient killing sword charm!
Mo Chen had been in the sword formation for a long time, but he only felt a hint of the ancient killing sword charm. He was still far away from truly mastering the killing sword charm.
Ye Qing's talent was astonishing and stunning, completely putting Mo Chen under his feet.
At this moment, Mo Chen remembered what he said to Ye Qing in the sword pavilion in the past, and his face couldn't help but feel hot.
In the void, the expressions of all the senior officials of the Shangqing Temple changed!
Ye Qing's sword was so amazing.
Zhongli, the top figure of the Saints, was completely unable to compete with Ye Qing's sword!
Ye Qing is now only at the fourth level of Divine Blood Realm. He can crush Zhongli at will, and his future prospects are limitless.
"He has understood the killing sword charm in the sword pavilion!" Dan Wuyuan said, "This boy is so energetic. He actually has time to study the way of swordsmanship. Why not make alchemy? It seems that I want to have a good chat with him."
Dan Wuyuan's eyes were somewhat resentful. He had always thought that refining alchemy was the right way.
"Dan Wuyuan, what nonsense are you talking about? Ye Qing is so talented in swordsmanship, why should he make elixirs when he has nothing to do?" Jian Wuxin shouted at him in front of him.
The two Supreme Elders, the soul figures of the Shangqing Temple, started arguing on the spot, spittle flying everywhere.
A group of elders all looked stunned and were too embarrassed to break up the fight.
Jian Wuxin and Dan Wuyuan have this temper, and they are used to it.
But in the following battle, Zhongli could no longer resist Ye Qing's ancient killing sword charm. The vitality in his body continued to drain, and he was afraid that he would die completely under Ye Qing's sword.
"No!"
Zhongli's eyes were filled with fear, and he clearly felt the threat of death.
The golden sword light released by Ye Qing was simply invincible and could destroy everything. No matter how high Zhong Li's cultivation level was or how strong his bloodline was, it was useless.
The will of the gods was released like a tide, and Zhongli tried to use the will of the gods to influence Ye Qing, causing Jian Yun to collapse.
However, Zhongli obviously overestimated the power of his own divine will.
The power of Ye Qing's ancestral dragon protects his body and is invulnerable to all means. Even the will of the gods cannot make Ye Qing bow his head.
"Okay, that's it."
In the void, the master of the palace, Yue Yunshu, squeezed his hands and made a white palm print.
Soon, the golden sword light collapsed, and the ancient killing sword charm dissipated.
The palace master personally took action, and Ye Qing's ancient killing sword charm was naturally unable to compete.
However, after the collapse of Jianyun, Ye Qing did not suffer backlash. The palace master obviously only wanted to stop the battle and did not want to hurt Ye Qing.
Under the bombardment of the white palm prints, everything returned to calm.
Zhongli was covered in blood, his body was almost broken, and he was seriously injured.
At this moment, he looked miserable, without the grace of a top saint at all.
The saints trembled in their hearts, looking at Ye Qing with awe in their eyes.
Ye Qing's strength is ridiculously strong!
The saints asked themselves that no one could defeat the powerful Zhongli.
But Ye Qing took action and crushed it easily.
If the palace master hadn't stopped him, Ye Qing would have killed Zhongli on the spot.
"Ye Qing, you have outstanding talent, I will designate you as the first saint."
"Zhongli, dethrone the position of saint."
Yue Yunshu's voice was gentle, but with an inexplicable majesty.
"Disciple, obey!"
Below, Zhongli bowed and retreated. He was still unwilling, but Ye Qing's incredible strength gave him a sense of powerlessness.
Ridiculous, Zhongli kept emphasizing that Ye Qing was not qualified to become a saint, and wanted to dethrone Ye Qing's status as a saint.
But it was Zhongli himself who was abolished.
The saints were shocked, and they all knew in their hearts that if Ye Qing did not come to the saints meeting, he would definitely not dare to compete with them.
However, there was no opponent for Ye Qing at the Saints Conference.
Ye Qing's cultivation at the fourth level of divine blood is already invincible to the younger generation in the Shangqing Temple!
Among the crowd, Hua Nongying's face looked a little ugly.
She was originally the number one saint, but with the words of the palace master, Ye Qing was ranked number one.
However, Hua Nongying didn't say anything else.
Ye Qing could crush Zhongli, but Hua Nongying asked herself that she couldn't. If she had a head-on fight with Ye Qing, she would probably end up being crushed as well.
The conflict between her and Ye Qing was just that her followers died in Ye Qing's hands, it was not a big deal.
Originally, Hua Nongying wanted to teach Ye Qing a lesson at the Saints Conference and give him a lesson.
But now it seems that Hua Nongying's idea is somewhat ridiculous.
"Palace Master, why?"
Ye Qing looked directly at Yue Yunshu and said lightly.
Zhongli was destined to die.
However, Yue Yunshu stopped him.
Ye Qing felt somewhat unhappy, even if the other party was the palace master.
"Give me some face." Yue Yunshu smiled and said via voice transmission.
On the surface, Yue Yunshu didn't say anything, she just looked at Ye Qing quietly with a gentle smile on her face.
"Qing'er, Master is very good to me." Zhao Ruoning suddenly said.
"The master of the palace is wise!"
Ye Qing clasped his fists, his murderous intent dissipated.
In the distance, Zhongli looked like he was being pardoned, with sweat pouring down from his body. Just now, he felt Ye Qing's terrifying murderous intention. Even if the palace master came forward, Ye Qing was not going to let him go.
However, it seems to be okay now.
Ye Qing stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the void, his expression calm, everything was calm and calm.
Ye Qing didn't care about Zhongli's life.
Yue Yunshu wanted some face, so Ye Qing gave it to her.
She was kind to Zhao Ruoning. Since she was Zhao Ruoning's master, she was kind.
Of course Ye Qing would give him this face.
In the void, Jian Wuxin said leisurely: "My disciple is a bit arrogant, but I like him."
Just now, Ye Qing faced the palace master and asked her why. Not everyone has this kind of courage.
The palace master's order had been given. In the Shangqing Temple, she said exactly what she said, but Ye Qing asked why.
Obviously, Ye Qing didn't care about the authority of the palace master.
"Fart!" Dan Wuyuan suddenly cursed, "Ye Qing is my disciple, do I have anything to do with you?"
The corners of Jian Wuxin's mouth twitched.
"You're just farting! I've already taken a liking to Ye Qing before he joined the Shangqing Temple!" Jian Wuxin said seriously.
"I have noticed Ye Qing's little kid since he was still in his mother's womb, and have trained him carefully. Do you dare to say that he is your disciple? What do you think of me?" Dan Wuyuan looked serious.
Jian Wuxin is speechless...
