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Chapter 119 The Gaze from Beirut
"amazing!"

Qinghuo sighed and felt a little sorry for his contempt just now. The other party practiced the rules of fate, and his strength should not be underestimated. Although the other four kings were not as powerful as him, they also had the strength of the seven-star demon.

The opponent was able to defeat them, obviously walking a long way on the path of destiny rules and walking out of their own way.

There is also an explanation for the absurd behavior of launching the so-called unification war and unifying the Gobada Plane Prison, which has no resources.

Practice the rules of fate and control the fate of everyone. Perhaps this is the path that Zhao Jie walks, the path of destiny.

pity……

This is not my way.

Zhao Jie wants to unify the Gebada Plane Prison, Qinghuo doesn't want to take care of it, but he wants to take action against Qinghuo City, so there is no way.

Qing Huo flew up, and the color of the robe on his body had changed. It was fiery red, and the surrounding space felt distorted. Countless onlookers turned their heads and ran away, because a battle between top masters was about to begin.

Once a fight breaks out, thousands of miles around may be affected, and a tiny aftermath of energy may wipe out a bunch of gods.

Zhao Jie also flew into the sky, and with a slow wave of his hand, a golden stick appeared in his hand, the style was very familiar, and there was a dragon pattern on it.

This is not the one created by the real world. That one has been eliminated long ago. It is made by condensing the essence of Godhood, but it is not as exaggerated as Beirut. It can compete with the main artifact, but it can be regarded as a very powerful upper artifact.

If it is fully conceived, it will naturally stand at the top of the high-level artifact.

"You have to be careful~"

Qinghuo exhorted softly, "My strength is much stronger than other kings. If you regret it, there is still time to quit Qinghuo City, and I will not pursue it."

Qinghuo's personality has always been very good. Even though he has been in this chaotic Gobada plane prison for [-] million years, he still maintains his original mentality, and only pursues Dzogchen. The rest is really not important.

Zhao Jie shook his head, pale white light has shrouded his body, "I know you, Qinghuo Leilin, you have two avatars of gods, the strongest fire element, and five of the six mysteries have been fused, and you have even After the sixth type of fusion, the strength has already surpassed the command level, and it is only one step away from becoming a Dzogchen, which is amazing, amazing."

Qinghuo raised his eyebrows, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. The other party knew his strength so well. He hadn't made a move for many years. Everyone was guessing how strong his strength was, but no one was accurate. speak out.

If he realized something, finally there was a sense of ready to move on his face, and a crimson long sword appeared in his hand.

Qinghuo is serious.

"Chichi!"

Terrifying sword energy burst out from the green fire, and immediately, a scarlet giant sword emerged from behind him, pointing directly at the sky, the sharp sword energy made the space tremble a little, a little crack appeared, and a turbulent flow flew out from time to time , obliterating everything around it.

The Gobada plane prison is only a subsidiary plane, and the space is far less solid than the material plane Yulan Continent.

In an instant, Qinghuo's figure disappeared instantly, replaced by a rain of swords in the sky like meteor fire rain, flashing in the air.

"amazing."

Zhao Jie couldn't help sighing with emotion, seeing all this in his eyes, if he wanted to merge mysteriously, it would be impossible to just practice hard, and he had to fight.

Not far behind him, there are thousands of gods using Xuan'ao to record every move of the two of them, and save them for later observation.

With a wave of Zhao Jie's arm, the fused divine power in his body surged up immediately. This is the fused divine power of the seven elements of laws, and it has just been comparable to the power of the main god. After all, the current Qinghuo is only a little stronger than the commander, and it is not the real Dzogchen.

His figure disappeared extremely quickly, shuttled continuously in the howling rain of swords, the stick in his hand flew quickly, and disappeared in an instant.

When it reappeared, the rain of swords all over the sky had disappeared, leaving only the afterimages of Qing Huo and Zhao Jie's rapidly crossing weapons.

Every time there was a collision, Qinghuo's figure couldn't help but stop for a moment, which made his eyes full of confusion.

The rules of fate are notoriously difficult to cultivate, weird, and mainly attack the soul. As long as it hits the body, it will undoubtedly cause huge damage.

After all, if the body is injured, even if it is crippled, it can be made up with the power of God, but if the soul is crippled, it is over.

But this weirdness is nothing to Qinghuo at all. He has lived for too long, he has fought for more than 1 million years, and he has fought against countless masters.

All you need is mysterious fusion and soul defense.

But Qinghuo found out depressedly that he seemed to be unable to defend against Zhao Jie's soul attack at all, and every time he seemed to be hit, he stopped his figure out of thin air.

Don't look at this small one, in the duel of masters, it is enough to die many times.

Qinghuo didn't dare to be careless, his figure turned into a flame and retreated instantly, and he no longer fought melee with Zhao Jie, but with a wave of his hand, the whole earth was surging and became hot, and it directly turned into a sea of ​​magma for thousands of miles, countless of which were composed of magma The behemoths flew up one after another, only leaving from Zhao Jie.

Zhao Jie didn't care, just swept the stick lightly, smashing the magma living things in the sky, several figures flickered, and swung a heavy blow towards the green fire in the distance, it was white The ray of light flashed by, the speed was so fast that Qing Huo was so shocked that he quickly backed up, not daring to be careless at all.

But it still shocked Qinghuo. It wasn't that Zhao Jie's attack was too strong, but too weak. It was so weak that he just slapped it lightly, and the white light dissipated immediately, as if it was a wave of light.

Zhao Jie was also thoughtful, and he knew in his heart that he didn't have a deep understanding of the rules of fate, so he could compete with the high god who fused two kinds of mysteries, while Qinghuo fused five kinds, five and a half kinds to be precise, The difference between the two is nearly ten thousand times.

What he relies on is nothing but the blessing of the fusion of divine power, as well as his own powerful body, the strange ability to predict the future and prohibit time.

The fusion of the seven series of divine power feels a bit insufficient...

Do you want to go to the eighth department?

This is the Gorbad Plane Prison, so it would be bad to attract Beirut's attention.

While Zhao Jie was thinking, Qing Huo was also keenly aware of the abnormality, his mind was like lightning, and he had a clear understanding in an instant.

It turned out that Zhao Jie was just a showman.

A strong person has the characteristics of a strong person, just like after Xuan'ao is fused, it is almost impossible to dismantle Xuan'ao and pretend to be a weak person.

Qinghuo instantly raised the long sword in his hand, and directly used his ultimate move, a dark red sword light pierced the space, and the gravity shackles were put on Zhao Jie's body, it was Qinghuo's earth god clone who made the move .

Zhao Jie didn't have much, and stood there quietly holding a stick, looking at the dark red sword energy very calmly, stretched out a hand from nowhere, and pinched it on top of the sword energy, As if pinching the air, the sharp sword energy instantly disappeared and exploded, but no sparks were set off.

Qinghuo's face was solemn, and he saw that the figure of the person who came was exactly the same as Zhao Jie's. From that appearance, he turned out to be the deity of the Sanctuary.

Such a strong body...

big trouble...

……

"what?"

Beirut, who was looking at his grandson, suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. I haven't paid attention to the Gebada Plane Prison for thousands of years. Someone's body has reached the level of a master artifact. Is it self-cultivation or...

Ruler of light?

A cold light flashed in Beirut's eyes.

ps: 4600 words today.

(End of this chapter)