"A hundred years from now, your uncle will still be your uncle!"
Cao Yi put down the whip in his hand, exhaled, and wiped the two drops of blood from his eyebrows.
There is a price to pay for beating someone to death with the magic whip.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the origin of Ying Zheng in the True Dragon Pond.
"not good"
Cao Yi quickly stabilized himself.
Next, he really couldn't do anything anymore.
"Lü Pheasant, Zhu Family, Fu Nian, Peng Yue, kill them all"
Crocodile Lord's emotionless voice appeared in this world.
Four figures descended from the sky. From left to right, they were the Holy Master of the Yin-Yang family, Lu Pheasant, the Farmer's Holy Master, Zhu Jia, the Confucian Holy Master, Fu Nian, and the thief Peng Yue. Each of them had blood like the sea, almost boiling, reaching up to the sky, so powerful that People tremble.
Except for Peng Yue, everyone else looked cold and had obviously lost their sense of autonomy.
"Smelly Taoist priest, you tricked me into looking at the stars back then. It was so miserable when you tricked me!"
Peng Yue has a strong figure, sharp eyes, black locks of hair, and his voice is as shrill as a night owl in the dark night.
What he said made people laugh.
Another enemy, this is the Avengers!
While Cao Yi was speechless, he also felt that something was wrong. Xu Fu survived. It was understandable. Peng Yue was smashed into meat pies by Tianxing back then, so how could he survive.
"But I also want to thank you. If it weren't for you, how could I have obtained the good fortune in the Sin Star and created an immortal body."
Peng Yue clenched his hands tightly, and the tiger body like an iron tower exuded strong oppression.
Taking a step forward, large-scale cracks appeared on the ground.
There is still good fortune in the stars!
Cao Yi suddenly felt a little confused.
"No need to say more, chop off Cao Yi's head and send Ying Zheng on his way."
Crocodile Master's cold voice came.
"kill"
Peng Yue let out a roar like thunder, and without using any weapons or Taoism, he directly used his huge body to crush it.
The Saint Master of the Yin Yang Family, Lu Pheasant, the Saint Master of the Farmer Family, Zhu Jia, and the Confucian Saint Master Fu Nian launched attacks at the same time.
Lu Pheasant used Yuan Shen to control the sword energy, which was several times more powerful than before.
What the Zhu family used was still spiritual consciousness, which was less impressive than Xu Fu just now.
Fu Nian used the guzheng sound attack, which was similar to Zuo Ci in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms world.
The ruins of various palaces thrown over by Xu Fu and Jiang Chong before were instantly torn apart and turned into pieces of dust under the attack of the four people.
"It's almost over. We don't need so many people anymore. Go and stop them with half the people."
Cao Yi said to the masters of Qin Ting.
"kill"
Half of Qin Ting's masters rushed out with exhausted bodies, and no one flinched.
For a moment, the killing field was filled with murderous intent like a sea, surging throughout the place. In order to stop the four of them, some Qin Ting masters even hesitated to self-destruct, showing their extreme bravery.
The killing lasted only two-quarters of an hour. Lu Pheasant lost an arm, half of Zhu Jia's head was blown off, Fu Nian was left with only half of his body, and Peng Yue was covered in blood.
"Zhe Zi Mi"
"Zhe Zi Mi"
"Zhe Zi Mi"
"Zhe Zi Mi"
The four of them drank at the same time.
The body is like a whirlpool, frantically absorbing the Origin Stones piled up on the edge of the True Dragon Pond and the Origin Qi floating in the world. The joints on the body move and ring non-stop. The whole body shines like divine gold, and the injuries are visible to the naked eye. The speed gets better.
"Taoist Priest, what's wrong?"
Fusu clenched his fists, anxiety appearing on his face.
“Still the last bit left”
Cao Yi responded calmly.
Fusu glanced at the four people and said anxiously: "Are they recovering soon?"
"Immodest people can't move"
Cao Yi told the truth.
If you stop at this time, not only will all your previous efforts be wasted, but it will also cause serious harm to Ying Zheng.
Fusu grabbed the magic whip that Cao Yi had thrown on the ground, and said to many Qin Ting masters who had been beaten back and lost the ability to fight again: "Bless me with your spiritual thoughts."
"promise"
"promise"
…
One after another, the spiritual thoughts fell on Fusu. Although they were all weak, they could not withstand the crowd.
Soon, Fusu's consciousness became stronger, "Who dares to fight Gu Yi?"
The heroic voice echoed throughout the audience, and the powerful consciousness made Peng Yue, the only one with sanity among the four, look sideways.
Boom!
Lu Pheasant, who was controlled by the Crocodile Lord, rushed over with a powerful spiritual hand.
He slapped Fusu head-on, as if he wanted to slap Fusu to death.
Fusu swung his whip and struck him.
when! The void exploded, like thunder colliding.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Pheasant was beaten so hard that he staggered back a few meters and fell to the ground.
The first time he took action, Fusu won a great victory.
Fu Nian and the Zhu family, who were controlled by the Crocodile Lord, then took action, and the power of their spiritual consciousness became even more powerful.
Fusu struck him repeatedly with the magic whip in his hand, not sparing the power of his soul.
Fu Nian, the Zhu family only retreated more than ten meters and did not fall down.
Fusu continued to fight, and kept getting stronger. .
Behind him, there were constant sounds of the Qin Ting master who provided him with divine power falling.
At the critical moment, Fusu no longer cares about benevolence and justice.
After thinking about it, blood appeared on the Zhu family's forehead one after another, and they were on the verge of collapse.
Suddenly, ten Qin Ting masters who provided the power of the soul exploded.
The power of the magic whip in Fusu's hand was greatly reduced.
Whoosh, a green-gold short spear flew out of Peng Yue's hand and pierced Fusu's spirit.
With a snap, the magic whip in Fusu's hand fell to the ground.
Fusu himself fell backward and landed in the True Dragon Pond.
"Prince"
"Prince"
…
The Qin Ting masters who had rushed out before but were not dead yet self-destructed one after another, blocking the four people.
In the True Dragon Pond, Ying Zheng, who was originally motionless, trembled, opened his eyes, and shot out two rays of cold electricity, like red clouds piercing the void.
"Father, cough, cough"
Fusu, who was floating on the water, kept coughing up blood and tried his best to reach out to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng was startled, his eyes darkened, he reached out and grabbed Fusu's hand, his lips trembling.
"My child... my child, I have... embarrassed my father again!"
Fusu's eyes were dim and his voice was intermittent.
Being the eldest son of Qin Shihuang was both his luck and his misfortune.
A lifetime of being bathed in supreme glory, and a lifetime of being shrouded in boundless shadows.
"You did very well"
Ying Zheng's sad face squeezed out a little relief.
Fusu closed his eyes and relaxed his hands.
Ying Zheng didn't shed tears and stared at Fusu's body blankly.
After thirty years of separation, I didn't expect that the white-haired person would send the black-haired person away.
He had many sons, Fusu was the eldest, but not the one he liked the most.
The reason is that his personality is too different from his, too kind, too bookish, and not like an emperor.
"Father, I think you are doing something wrong..."
The bookish and stubborn words echoed in my ears.
In front of him was a lifeless corpse.
"ah……"
Ying Zheng roared, his boundless grief turned into soaring murderous intent, and the entire Epang Palace seemed to be coated with a thick layer of frost.
Rumbling, in the distance, self-destructions were heard one after another, and the blood energy surged into the sky, pulsating in all directions.
Boom! The final self-destruction.
The four people walked out of the smoke and dust, standing not far away like four dragons of blood and energy.
Ying Zheng stood up from the True Dragon Pond and looked at the four of them with cold eyes.
The chill is like the coming of winter, sweeping across this world.
When the emperor was angry, he laid down millions of corpses, bleeding and floating in the oars.
He took a step, and his body was like a black hole, absorbing the source energy from all directions.
"I have never been forced like this in my life!"
His emotionless voice floated throughout this world.
