Long Jun is a veteran saint, and his strength is much stronger than that of ordinary saints at the peak, but it is still a bit too much to kill a monk of the same level in one move.
Li Qiye thought for a while, if he had reached the peak of the holy level, would he be able to achieve that blow just now.
He deduced it carefully and realized that he might not be able to do it.
"Is this the true strength of Mr. Long? I have seen it today!"
Li Qiye was filled with emotions in his heart.
The legend of the Dragon Lord has been circulating in the human world. He is also a saint, but the strength of the Dragon Lord is several blocks ahead of ordinary saints.
Once he was skeptical, but today he believes it.
"Real dragon?!"
On the other side, the Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe who was in the state of Thunder God's wrath also noticed the situation on this side for the first time.
At this moment, his mind suddenly became clear.
He did almost no thinking, there was only one thought in his mind.
That is, escape!
Get out of this damn place!
In the human world, he encountered obstacles one after another just after he descended to the world. He was almost cornered before he could even figure out where he was.
Something is wrong with this human world, very wrong!
Thunder escape!
Without any hesitation, the Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe immediately forced back the black owl who was entangled with him. He turned into thunder and escaped from the battlefield at an extremely fast speed.
Using the Thunder Escape Technique, he was so fast that he could reach more than ten miles away in the blink of an eye.
With such a fast speed, even Li Qiu, who was in the Dunjia state, couldn't catch up, let alone the Yaksha clan who were never good at chasing.
In this regard, Hei Xiao, the first warrior of the Yaksha tribe, has no choice.
And after Li Qiye noticed the flying distance of Lei Dun, he gave up the plan of entering the Dunjia state to chase after him.
Only Long Jun disappeared on the spot and turned into a golden light to chase after him.
At this point, he would naturally not let the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan run away like this.
"As expected of the seven tribes in the God Realm, this lightning escape technique is so fast!"
During the flight, the distance between the Dragon Lord and the Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe became wider and wider.
At this moment, he felt the power of the inheritance of the seven races in the God Realm.
You must know that he had activated the True Dragon's Qi just now, but he still couldn't distance himself from the opponent, and was even being distanced.
It undoubtedly shows that the other party's escape skills are better than those inherited from the East China Sea Dragon Clan.
It also gave Mr. Long a little more yearning and expectation for the God Realm and other upper realms.
After searching the bottom of Xianjue Cliff, he still couldn't find his daughter Ao Qin'er. There is a space crack at the bottom of Xianjue Cliff. Where can the evil tribe from outside the world invade the human world? Maybe his daughter can also enter other interfaces through the space crack. .
Then Ao Qin'er is very likely still alive, but no longer in the human world, but in the fairy world, the underworld, the god world, or the demon world.
In the past few years, Long Jun has figured out many things.
Although his obsession with finding Ao Qin'er has not gone away, he is also more interested in practicing.
The reason why he was able to kill a peak holy monk with one strike just now was because his cultivation at this time was much stronger than before.
As long as Lord Long wants to break through to the imperial realm, he can do so at any time.
However, in order to have a more solid foundation, he still did not rush to break through.
After all, he had wasted a lot of time over the years trying to find his daughter, and his foundation had not yet reached the most solid level.
"It seems that if you want to catch up with that guy, you can only activate the blood of the true dragon!"
A golden light flashed in Long Jun's eyes. Since he had promised Gu Lan to take action, he would not break his promise. Naturally, he did not want to let the Thunder Clan member go.
Now stimulating the true dragon's blood will consume part of his original power, which will delay the time of entering the imperial realm again.
But Long Jun didn't care much, seeing that the distance between him and the opponent was getting farther and farther. No matter how far away he was, he might not be able to lock the opponent's energy.
If the Qi machine loses its lock, then the person will really be lost.
He couldn't afford to lose this person, and neither could the East China Sea Dragon Clan.
Just when Long Jun was about to activate the true dragon's blood, Gu Lan's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Your Excellency Long Jun, leave the next step to me!"
The next moment, he saw Gu Lan's figure blowing by like a gust of autumn wind, leaving no trace. The speed seemed not fast, but in fact it was shockingly fast.
The speed of this magical escape technique is almost more terrifying than shrinking to an inch.
After a while, the Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe, who had already fled far away, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. A figure in green clothes.
Before he could use the Thunder Escape technique again, he was directly forced out of the Thunder Escape state by a powerful force.
"What's happening here!"
"Is it the person in front who did it?"
The Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe was shocked and angry. He was just trying to use his energy to make the people in front of him look good, when he felt that his energy was completely out of control.
Then, he flew out like this.
And the place he flew to was the place where the figure in green clothes was in front.
With a thump, the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan landed in front of the incarnation of Gu Lan Sanqing, still kneeling on his knees.
Being pinned to the ground in this way and unable to move, the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan felt ashamed and angry, but more importantly, he was afraid.
Even if he is a fool, he should know that the person in front of him looks young, but in fact he is just an old monster.
"Senior, did we have any misunderstanding before?"
"I came from the God Realm and I don't have any ill intentions towards the human world. Please believe me!"
"If there is any offence, the junior is willing to double the compensation and ensure that the senior is satisfied!"
The Holy Son of the Thunder Clan knew that the person in front of him was not something he could afford to offend, so he immediately begged for mercy, his tone becoming extremely gentle.
He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die in an unknown way.
Therefore, regardless of coercion or inducement, he did not intend to give up the opportunity to regain his freedom.
When the critical moment comes, he will tell the other person without hesitation that he is the Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe and ask the other person to spare his life.
As long as you can live, you will naturally have the opportunity to take revenge in the future.
In his opinion, a monk in the human world, no matter how high his cultivation level is, is still in the imperial realm if he can stand up to the sky.
At best, he is a high-level monk in the Emperor Realm. He can be said to be invincible in the human world, but in the divine world, it is really ordinary.
Even if there is a chance to become the sect leader of a small force or something like that, he will never be able to get on the stage.
As long as the other party is not stupid, he will not take action against a holy son of the seven races in the God Realm easily.
In his heart, being an enemy of the Thunder Clan is an enemy of the Six Realms.
"From the God Realm?"
"Isn't it true that those who come down from the God Realm are great?"
"In this human world, I have already set up a large formation to protect the world. I originally wanted you to stay calm and don't worry about this three-acre area of the human world."
Gu Lan smiled kindly and stretched out a hand, and the storage ring of the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan appeared in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, the divine will on the storage ring was easily broken.
The Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe spit out a mouthful of blood.
There was also a look of horror in his eyes.
The opponent's strength may be much higher than he imagined!
