"boom!"

Ye Qiu was caught off guard and was hit by the Sixth Prince of Jinwu, and his body suddenly exploded into a blood mist.

"Master!" Ning Fan's eyes were so bloody that he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

He didn't expect that the Sixth Prince of Jinwu would suddenly attack Ye Qiu, and he didn't expect that Ye Qiu would encounter such an end.

Ning Fan only felt cold all over.

The long-browed real man had a pale face, and his golden flesh fell to the ground with a golden meat in his hand, looking at the void in shock: "This... how is this possible?"

He was not shocked by Ye Qiu's fate, but was shocked by the Sixth Prince of Jinwu.

At this time, the Sixth Prince of Jin Crow stood in the air, his face was swept away by a sickness, and replaced by a breathtaking majesty.

He was surrounded by a golden crow divine fire that was more pure than the old Golden Crow King. Each wisp of flame contained a great way rune, and he was obviously a quasi-emperor powerful man.

"A mere human race dares to offend the majesty of our Jinwu clan?"

The sixth prince's voice suddenly changed, no longer weak, but was old and hoarse, as if from ancient times: "I have been sleeping for thousands of years, and I am forced to wake up today, so I will take your life to sacrifice the flag!"

The old Jinwu King knelt respectfully in the air and said, "Old ancestor is wise! If your soul was not fostered in Liu'er's body, our clan would be in danger today."

"Bad!" The sixth prince, possessed by the Jin Crow Ancestor, snorted coldly: "Nine princes and ten elders were destroyed by one person. The faces of my Jin Crow Clan have been thrown away by you!"

Until this moment, Changmei Zhenren finally reacted and two words appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Take over the body!

The long-browed real person's pupils shrank rapidly. Who would have thought that there was a quasi-emperor's soul hidden in a sickly body.

"No wonder the little bastard suffers a loss, it's not unfair." Changmei Zhenren sighed.

Ning Fan clenched his fists, his nails fell deeply into his palms, and asked, "Master, my master..."

"Your master..." Changmei Zhenren didn't finish his words, and suddenly felt cold all over, as if he was being targeted by a peerless beast.

Not only him, but Ning Fan also felt the same way, and he felt that his whole body was almost frozen and his breathing was not smooth.

The two of them looked up at the same time, and saw the old Jin Crow King staring at them, with murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

brush!

The old Jin Crow King stepped across the sky in one step and approached the Chengfeng Sword.

"Ye Changsheng has already set out on the road. Now, it's your turn."

The voice of the old Jin Crow King was like the cold wind in the Nine Netherworlds, frozen the space within a radius of hundreds of miles.

He stepped across the sky in one step, and the quasi-emperor's power was as strong as the sky collapsed, which made the sword of the wind let out an overwhelmed whine.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!" The Changmei Zhenren took out the whisk, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed the blood on the whisk with a mouthful of essence and blood. The silver thread instantly turned into a three thousand-foot Milky Way, shouting: "Ning Fan retreated!"

The whisk of the Milky Way runs across the sky, and every silver thread carries the Taoist mantra, which is transformed by the lifelong cultivation of the Changmei Zhenren.

At the same time, he made a gesture with his left hand, and forty-nine purple talismans flew out from his sleeves, forming a large thunder array in the air.

"You can't overestimate your ability when you are a mantis armed in a car." The old Jin Crow King sneered and reached out and pressed forward.

The golden palm became bigger in the wind, and a hot light appeared in the palm of the palm, directly evaporating the whisk of the Milky Way.

"Click!"

Immediately afterwards, the thunder formation shattered in an instant, and forty-nine precious talismans turned into ashes at the same time.

The Changmei Zhenren groaned, and blood oozed out of his seven orifices, but he still blocked Ning Fan's body.

"Master of Taoism!" Ning Fan's eyes were red.

The old Jinwu King didn't even look at Ning Fan. His golden pupils locked in the long eyebrows and said, "Stinky Taoist, you actually made my son into a barbecue in front of me, and dared to eat my son's flesh and blood. Today I will make you die in great pain."

After the words came, his five fingers formed claws, and five black fireballs condensed at his fingertips.

This is the sign that the sun's true fire has reached its extreme. He wants to use this to roast the soul of the Changmei Zhenren.

The long-browed real man was swaying in his Taoist robe and suddenly laughed: "Old guy, there is someone behind you."

The old Jin Crow King suddenly turned around and saw that there was nothing else except the Jin Crow Ancestor in the distance.

"Stinky Taoist priest, you're playing tricks on me." The old Jin Crow King was furious.

Changmei Zhenren smiled and said, "I didn't expect that a powerful quasi-emperor would be fooled by me and I would laugh to death."

"You deserve to die." The old Jin Crow King was about to take action, and the Changmei Zhenren suddenly pointed at the back of his head and said seriously: "There is someone behind you, really."

The old Jin Crow King was about to turn back, and at this time, the voice of the Jin Crow Ancestor sounded: "Don't listen to him, there is no one behind you."

The murderous intent on the old Jin Crow King's face was even stronger, and he said, "Stir, if you dare to tease me, you will die miserably."

After the words came, the old Jinwu King raised his palm and was about to hit Changmei Zhenren. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something and turned around suddenly—

"Puff!"

A golden sword pierced his head without warning, and the tip of the sword pierced from the middle of his eyebrows, came out from the back of his head, piercing his soul through.

Time seems to set at this moment.

The old Jin Crow King widened his eyes and looked at the sword edge that pierced from his eyebrows in disbelief. He rolled his eyes hard, and his eyes extended back along the sword body...

At the hilt of the sword, a slender and powerful hand was firmly held.

Further down the road, there was the handsome face that he thought he would never see again, which made him creepy.

"Leaves! Grow! Live!"

Every word of the old Jin Crow King trembled: "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Ye Qiu sneered: "You are not dead, how could I die?"

"How did you do it?" The old Jinwu King was puzzled.

He couldn't understand why he and the two quasi-emperors of Jinwu Ancestor, who took action at the same time, hadn't killed Ye Qiu yet?

Suddenly, the old Jin Crow King thought of something: "Your physique..."

boom!

Ye Qiu's wrist turned lightly, and the long sword burst out with a brilliant golden light, and the old Golden Crow King's head exploded like a watermelon.

A generation of Golden Crow King fell like this.

The scene was silent.

Especially on the Burning Sky Island, the guards of the Jinwu clan were lying on the ground and their bodies were shaking like sieves. The clan leader was dead, so they could imagine their ending.

After the head of the old Jin Crow King exploded, his body was about to fall, but Ye Qiu grabbed the neck and threw it to Changmei Zhenren.

"Old thing, the three-legged golden crow is a great nourishment, not to mention that this is only the emperor golden crow, so keep it well." Ye Qiu said.

"Okay." Changmei Zhenren quickly threw the old Jin Crow King's body into the space ring and said, "I will use the ice talisman to keep it fresh first. When I have time, we will roast it and eat it."

Boom!

Suddenly, deafening thunder sounded from the nine heavens, and the entire sky was instantly dyed bloody. Countless golden rains of fire poured down from the clouds, and each drop of fire rain contained the sarcasm of the great way.

The fall of the quasi-emperor, the heaven and earth are sad!
Chapter completed!