The strongest immortal emperor in history

Chapter 489
From the news from Weihang, Yi Shuihan learned that the advancement of the spirit clan army was not smooth, and the god of death, Potian, appeared again. Raised the butcher knife.

The God of Reaper, who made the whole Xuanzhou helpless, brought huge troubles to the Spirit Race.

Wherever Potian passed, countless monks in the spirit clan army lost their essence and blood, and turned into dry bones. Moreover, Potian was able to come and go freely, flexible and changeable. Instead, they all fell into Potian's hands.

Potian alone is worth an army of tens of thousands of monks, making the roots of the spirit clan's teeth itch with hatred, but there is nothing they can do about it.

With Potian, the god of killing, the progress of the spirit race was very slow, and Weihang didn't dare to take the initiative to attack, for fear that Potian would turn his spear and point the butcher knife at the Xuanzhou monks. Potian is a lunatic, who Know which side he'll aim his next shot at.

After learning the news, Yi Shuihan and others breathed a sigh of relief. In this case, the situation is not bad, at least most of the area has not been captured by the Spirit Race. They led the army to hurry up. A few days later, Weihang Gathering in one place, the two teams of monks united together, and their strength increased greatly. In this way, it is more certain to resist the army of the spirit tribe.

Not to mention that Yi Shuihan and others led an army to defend against the Spirit Race, and Zhou Qi was seriously injured after the battle with Zhao Bin. Several natal magic weapons in his body were greatly damaged, and he himself was also inspired by the black brilliance from the forbidden weapon. The injury was not serious, so, ignoring the battle between the demons and the Xuanzhou monk army, after collecting Zhao Bin's storage ring, it turned into a five-color rainbow light, and returned directly to the foggy forest, in the mountain gate Start retreating to practice and recover from injuries.

In the cave, Zhou Qi looked inside and observed his injuries, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, the injuries this time are really not optimistic, the meridians in the body are broken in many places, the five natal magic weapons are dimmed, and the five Nascent Souls are also weak and sluggish .

The injury this time is the biggest injury he has suffered since he practiced. However, he also knew the power of the peerless Taoist artifact. One blow, a random blow of the Five Elements Tai Chi Plate, will disintegrate it. You must know that the attack power of Zhao Bin's forbidden weapon is absolutely at the level of a peerless Taoist weapon, but in front of the Five Elements Tai Chi Plate, it is like a child. , There is no power to fight back, what level is this five-element Tai Chi plate?
Zhou Qi was full of doubts in his heart, and looked towards the Five Elements Taiji Disk, no matter how it was broken, the Five Elements Taiji Disk remained motionless, quietly suspended in the dantian, emitting five colors of light.

The five damaged natal treasures float quietly above the Five Elements Taiji Disk according to their respective attribute areas, and are enveloped by the light emitted by the Five Elements Taiji Disk. The five natal magic weapons absorb the light emitted by the Five Elements Taiji Disk, and all are happening Subtle changes, the damaged body is quietly recovering, and some more mysterious changes are taking place. Zhou Qi has a hunch that after absorbing the light from the Five Elements Tai Chi Disk, his five natal magic weapons have returned to their peak state. There is absolutely no problem, and it may even be a blessing in disguise, and it may be promoted to a higher level again.

After the five natal magic weapons did not need him to worry about, Zhou Qi closed his eyes and began to repair his body. The meridians in his body were in a mess, and his body was also damaged to varying degrees. He stuffed healing pills into his mouth one after another. , and then run the Five Elements Rejuvenation Technique to start repairing the damage on his body. A trace of blue aura spews out from the mouth of the wood-attributed Nascent Soul, and circulates among the five natal Nascent Souls according to the order of the five elements' mutual generation and restraint. The more spirited Yuan Ying was, the more the light on his body lit up, and the better his injury was.

Zhou Qi focused on recuperating and recuperating, and the huge waves outside did not affect him in the slightest. After killing Zhao Bin, he was powerless to control the battle between the demon army and the monks. Besides, he was not Xuan For the parents of Zhou Zhou monks, Fan Buzhuo was always thinking about them, whether they could win or not depended on their strength, and as for the spirit clan army, he had no time to worry about it.

Lei Meng, Gong Yehui and the others were anxious when they saw Zhou Qi was injured and left. After the demons were wiped out, they did not go with Yi Shuihan and others to the battlefield of the Spirit Race, but returned with all the members of the Anti-Demon League. When we arrived at the Wuyin Forest, after seeing Zhou Qi’s message, he knew that Zhou Qi was not in serious danger, but was recuperating from his injuries. With the realization of his experience, the entire foggy forest has returned to its original state again.

Zhou Qi could no longer extricate himself from this retreat. After the injuries in his body healed, he also ushered in the opportunity to break through.

"You must not survive the catastrophe in the foggy forest."

Zhou Qi knew in his heart that if he survived the catastrophe in the Hidden Fog Forest, then the Hidden Fog Forest would definitely be split into scorched earth by the Tribulation. Escape from the middle and go to find a place to cross the catastrophe.

Out of the foggy forest, Zhou Qi found someone to inquire casually, and learned that there was still a confrontation between the spirit clan army and the monks of Xuanzhou, and there was even a shit-stirring stick like Potian in the two clan armies. They didn't dare to act rashly, but Potian seemed to feel that the taste of the spirit clan was more delicious or the spiritual power was purer, and he was always looking for trouble for the spirit clan, and he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the army of monks.

Yi Shuihan, Weihang and the others were naturally happy to see this situation, and stood still, wishing that the god of death and the army of the spirit tribe could die together.

The Spirit Race had Potian, an annoying fly, beside them, and they were also upset and irritated. They would not stop until they swatted this fly to death. The ruthless people who got the inheritance of the Doomsday Tribulation, these masters were beheaded by Po Tian one after another, and Po Tian was as cunning as a fox. Pinch, and after absorbing the blood essence of tens of thousands of spirit races, Potian's strength has been greatly improved.

Knowing the address of the Lingzhou Army, Zhou Qi rushed towards the Spirit Race Army. Since he was going to cross the Tribulation, this opportunity should not be wasted. Originally, the power of this Tribulation was prepared for the Demon Race, but he did not expect It didn't work, so I had to save the Spirit Race.

Zhou Qi rushed to the vicinity of the Spirit Race army, thinking secretly.

At this time, the Spirit Tribe army set up a camp on a huge plain. The camp stretched for thousands of miles, and the army was no less than hundreds of thousands, which was very spectacular.

Zhou Qiyun opened his five-element eye and looked towards the camp. The atmosphere in the huge handsome tent in the center of the camp was tense. Ling Shuai was sitting behind a desk with a gloomy expression.

Ling Shuai is also a monk of the ninth level of the Mahayana period, and he has already cultivated to the mood of not showing his emotions and anger, but now, his face is full of anger, so that the generals of the spirit clan below dare not speak out.

"Why, haven't you caught that god of death?" Ling Shuai asked.

"Ning Lingshuai, my subordinates have tried their best."

"I've tried my best, I've tried my best, and I only say such nonsense every day, you say, what's the use of me wanting you as a forward commander, a majestic army of hundreds of thousands of spirit tribes, but you can't help but a pariah monk, it's a waste , Trash, do you understand, the face of our spirit race has been completely lost by you..."

Ling Shuai's face was livid, black as a pot, looking at the forward commander who reported to him, finally all the anger accumulated in the past few days burst out.

The forward commander lowered his head, not even daring to look at Ling Shuai, even though Ling Shuai's spitting stars sprayed him all over his face, but his slightly trembling hands revealed the anger in his heart. Of course, this anger was not directed at Ling Shuai. He didn't even have the guts to dare, his anger was directed against Potian who caused him to suffer an indiscriminate disaster, and he hated Potian to the extreme in his heart.

"Wei Nanyong, you have three days to catch this fly and bring it to my commander's tent, otherwise, you will kill yourself."

After a violent storm, Ling Shuai calmed down completely, and said to Wei Nanyong, the forward commander.

Wei Nanyong shook himself, knowing that Ling Shuai had given the order to die. The more Ling Shuai spoke in such a calm tone, the more he must carry out his order thoroughly. However, the violent storm just now came to an end. fine.

Wei Nanyong knew that he would never be allowed to refuse this order, so he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Commander, the subordinates will capture this thief in front of the Commander within three days."

"You all go down and prepare. This commander has decided to launch a general attack on the monk army in three days." Commander Ling waved his hand and said to the nearly 30 generals in the commander's tent.

"Yes, sir."

After these spirit generals received their orders, they filed out of the tent one after another, and began to prepare many affairs before the battle, while Wei Nanyong led his masters to continue searching for Potian.

"That killing god is coming again, run away..."

Suddenly, there was a commotion in a corner of the Spirit Race camp, which caught Zhou Qi's attention and set his sights there.

I saw a black and white ray of light crisscrossing there, and the bloody lights submerged in the black and white ray like a hundred birds throwing themselves into the forest. Wherever they passed, all the spirit race turned into a pile of dry bones and fell to the ground to become a pile. Bone meal, if you think about it, that black and white light should be a breakthrough.

The speed of Potian was extremely fast, and he penetrated into the depths of the spirit clan army in a blink of an eye, causing even greater riots. Countless magic weapons and spells rose up and attacked towards Potian, but they just hit the black and white shield. Like a mud cow entering the sea, it has no effect at all.

"This thief is so brave..."

Wei Nan gritted his teeth so bravely that he led seven or eight masters of the eighth level of the Mahayana period towards Po Tian's direction. This is already the strongest force among his strikers. This time Nothing can make Potian escape.

(End of this chapter)