Dijun's black moonlight is back

Yansheng felt very bored. Every day she was like the foolish old man who moved mountains, trying to carve out towering mountains in the sea of ​​consciousness. All her efforts were like a fly shaking a tree, and she did not overestimate her own capabilities.

Bodhizi does have some skills. He can think of using spiritual roots to calm her meridians, and he also has the ability to put it into practice.

When she returned to Kuwen Pond from Toad Palace, she was a little sleepy, but when she saw a full moon in the water, she became interested in practicing again.

The mountains in the sea of ​​consciousness remained motionless, so she turned around to provoke the three-light chain.

With a sudden movement of thought, a feather turned into a long sword in her hand, and the chain immediately appeared.

Yan Sheng poured spiritual power into the sword, calmed down and slashed towards the chain.

The two forces collided, and a huge wave of air rippled through the water in the pond, setting off gusts of wind. Yansheng was pushed away by it and fell into the Kuwen Pond.

She was caught off guard and choked on her saliva, stood up and immediately struck down with another sword.

She had done the same thing thousands of times, if not thousands of times. Every time she slashed, all she could think about was Gong Liquan's face.

Yansheng regards Sanguang Chain as him, and trains her cultivation and character every day. She only hopes that one day this knife will be cut on Gong Liquan's neck.

Because of this idea, she fell down and stood up tirelessly. Whether she was injured or not could not stop her from practicing.

She only thought that today would be like the past, slashing with sword after sword, but she didn't expect that the chain would break when the sword was struck.

When Yan Sheng stood up from the water, the shackles around her neck had broken, and the broken jade ring fell into the pond of suffering with a clang.

She wiped the water from her face and stood there looking around at the chain at her feet. It was broken. It was really broken. She wasn't mistaken. It was really broken.

In the moonlight, a pair of dark wings suddenly appeared behind her, and then she completely transformed into Qi Hao's appearance.

Her claws looked more indestructible than the sharpest blades, and the cold scales on her abdomen covered it all the way to the tip of her tail, connecting with the barb-spiked tail.

The cold radiance of the Immortal Palace shone on the black feathers on her back. When she raised her neck and roared, the water in the Kuwen Pond shook.

Yansheng waved her wings gently, turned around gracefully in mid-air, and the remaining two chains broke.

The pond of suffering under her feet could no longer restrain her, and she wanted to leave the thirty-third heaven.

However, she didn't know the direction very well, so she could only choose a building that pleased her eyes and fly over. She planned to catch a god and ask how to leave.

Yan Sheng thought about her original body too simply. When the Mirror Bearer came with the Mirror of the Future, many people had seen her image in the mirror and knew that she was the great demon Qi Hao who was about to destroy the world.

After coming out of the Kuwen Pond, every god was at war with her.

There were more gods than she imagined. Magical weapons were thrown at her as if they were worthless. Dragnets were dropped, but she managed to dodge them every time.

This is probably the most lively event in the entire thirty-third heaven since the beginning of the world.

She had never been as irritable as she was today. She didn't know any of these people, but when they looked at her, it was as if she had been extremely sorry for them.

Yansheng stepped on a cloud, transformed into a human body and looked coldly at the more and more gods surrounding her. Pieces of black feathers gradually appeared around her, mixed with purple light and hanging around her.

There are gods present who truly care about the world, and naturally there are also gods who are looking forward to becoming famous in one battle.

"The formless underworld fire, not to mention the scorching fire," Yan Sheng made a seal in her hand, and the black feathers around her moved in response, "Tian Yu, fall!"

A person with advanced skills could barely cope with the feather blades falling like Mo Yu, flying towards Yan Sheng. She turned sideways and squinted, then threw out a beam of purple light without even pinching. As the purple light flew rapidly, it transformed into thousands of sharp blades, penetrating their divine bodies protected by fairy light, and countless stars fell from the dome of the thirty-third heaven.

"Qi Hao! Die!" A vicious voice came from behind her.

Yan Sheng did not look back, but raised his head and spread his wings.

A pair of jet-black wings grew out of thin air, followed by bursts of strong wind, cutting off the old Taoist who was attacking him.

He wailed in pain, and his facial features were all twisted together, but he quickly turned into a ball of powder and dissipated in the strong wind.

The black wings flapped slowly in the strong wind. Yan Sheng didn't want to waste any more time with them. She raised her hand and made another round of ink feathers mixed with meteors fall from the sky.

When the feather blade penetrated the clouds, it cut all the gorgeous clouds, and the immortals raised their heads in fear.

The feather blades flying around them have already overwhelmed them. If the ink rain falls again, it will probably kill everyone present.

Whoever feels fear first during the battle will actually have a clear winner. But at this point, what Yan Sheng wants is not victory or defeat, but life and death.

When she wanted to leave the Thirty-Third Heaven, these sanctimonious gods either stopped her for justice or killed her for reputation. Then she wanted to see who had the final say in this game.

All the fear was seen in her eyes, and Yan Sheng thought, when these gods deliberately planned to kill a mortal, they also enjoyed the pleasure of having their prey unable to escape.

Looking at the thing in the palm of my hand, I went from survival to despair. It turned out to be this feeling.

She suddenly understood the reason why there were not many people who became immortals in the world, but people who asked for it were flocking to it.

Everyone wants to be in a position of power, and everyone wants to be able to determine the life and death of others with just one word, as easily as killing an insect.

But now she is the one in control.

"Tianyu," Yansheng tilted his head and chuckled, "Luo."

A ray of golden light flew from the sky and opened a barrier in the air, blocking all the black feathers in mid-air.

The feathers that fell like ink dots hit the barrier and swayed with countless purple lights, as if fireworks were lit in the thirty-third heaven.

After seeing the person clearly, Yan Sheng almost didn't think about it and immediately flew towards him with a sharp blade in hand.

Gong Liquan had just blocked Yan Sheng's killing array and had no time to look at the sword that was stabbing him.

Yan Sheng thought he was sure to hit with one hit, but a very strange person stood in front of Gong Liquan.

Her spiritual power was so low that Yansheng disappeared before Yan Sheng could even see her face clearly, leaving only an apricot-colored flower falling from under her sword.

Gong Liquan stretched out his hand to catch the flower, letting it lie in his palm and scatter into the heaven and earth.

He recognized this flower spirit. It was a summer flower that he inspired in front of the Mayfly Palace. Ever since she became a human being, she had put a new bouquet of flowers on the Mayfly Palace every day.

She has no spiritual power, and she only relies on the opportunities given by God to live peacefully in the thirty-third heaven.

She couldn't learn the immortal magic taught by the Ten Thousand Flowers Saint. She was brought to Gong Liquan and scolded many times. The last time she saw her, she was still hiding behind a tree, waiting for Gong Liquan to leave the Ephemera Hall before going to change. bouquet.

Gong Liquan raised his head and looked into Yan Sheng's eyes. He seemed to have endless words hidden in them, but Yan Sheng couldn't understand them.