Before Luoyuan could answer, Zhiyang jumped up, descended from the clouds, and flew straight towards Qingqiu.

Looking at Zhiyang's decisive figure, Luo Yuan felt reluctant to give up, but he could only do what Zhiyang said. If he really turned around to help Zhiyang at this moment, I'm afraid neither of them would take advantage.

Now that Zhiyang is going alone, he can still put some pressure on Yingsu. After all, Zhiyang has a large array of support behind him. If he goes to Luoyuan, Zhiyang will still have to worry about him.

I don't know when, the Silver Feather Yao Light Sword in Zhiyang's hand was drawn out, and like a shooting star, he rushed directly towards Qingqiu.

The black mana in Ying Su's palm was still outputting continuously, and the only remaining heavenly soldiers and generals around him had hesitation in their eyes. No one was willing to step forward and make such a unnecessary sacrifice.

In an instant, a ray of bright white light came from behind everyone. This ray of light came too fast, but it had a target. It accurately avoided the surrounding heavenly soldiers and generals and hit Ying Su directly.

"who!"

Ying Su, who was hit by this ray of light, ignored the magic power that was still coming out of his palm. A fishy sweetness surged in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in an instant. I don't know if he was injured by this magic power, but his whole body had already been injured.

The brilliance of before was gone, her long hair was messy, her eyes were wide open, and the blood hanging on her lips made Ying Su look even more weird at the moment.

"I thought it was some person from Jiuchongtian who came to Qingqiu?"

The next moment, Zhiyang's voice instantly fell on everyone's ears, and the crisp moan fell clearly on the ears of everyone in Jiuchongtian. The voice sounded familiar, and everyone was looking for the source of the voice.

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Different from everyone's reaction, Ying Su's eyes were fixed in the air. At this moment, her eyes were wide open, and her ghostly pupils were searching aimlessly in the air. In her hands, the ghostly mana came to life again,

The veins in his hands were exposed, but his whole body still lacked the tenderness from before.

"Zhiyang..."

Ying Su gritted her teeth tightly. She knew exactly who the voice was. She was the person she hated the most, but she could tell it right away.

"Not bad, you can still recognize me?"

After a moment, Zhiyang's figure slowly fell in front of everyone. Dressed in white, she was majestic and independent, with long hair like ink, quietly scattered behind her, and a silver feather Yao lightsaber in her hand, which revealed her whole person.

Full of heroic spirit. At this moment, Zhiyang and Yingsu are opposite each other. They are both gods, but their temperaments are completely different.

From then on, the soldiers behind Ying Su couldn't help but start to wonder, who among them is good and who is evil?

Looking at the surrounding scene, Zhiyang's eyes flashed with shock. In order to break through the Qingqiu Formation, he had sacrificed the lives of so many immortals in vain.

"Ying Su! You are really crazy! But in order to break into Qingqiu, you actually let so many innocent people die!"

A heartbreaking groan sounded in Zhiyang's ears, but it was just because of herself that so many people died.

"Humph, they are just a few heavenly soldiers. You have to know that they all died for you, to protect the three realms."

Ying Su curled her lips and smiled, and the evil charm in the corner of her eyes seemed to be condemning Zhi Yang, blaming all the cause and effect on Zhi Yang.

It's funny to say, Zhiyang has read this story countless times. In the three realms, whenever something happens, it is Zhiyang's fault. When a child in the mortal world is robbed of candied haws, the passing immortal will say:

It was Zhiyang who did it to teach bad things to mortals; Siming of Jiuzhongtian wrote the wrong destiny in his life book, and it is also deduced that Zhiyang went to Simingtian Palace and revised it rashly.

Zhiyang, big and small, carried countless such pots. They were as numerous as the stars in the sky, and no one could count them clearly.

"Ying Su, are you the one with the wrong brain? Are you talking so brainlessly?"

She really didn't want to see Ying Su's distorted face, so she put her hands behind her back, turned around and looked at her Qingqiu Formation, and couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.

"Oh, my great formation was ruined by you. Tell me, how do you want to pay for it?"

Seeing that his formation had been transformed into this, Zhiyang couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken. Yin Yu Yaoguang was dragging behind him, as if he had forgotten that there was a handful of rare treasures in his hands.

The damage to the Qingqiu Formation can be said to be large or small. Since Ying Su is here and has no intention of leaving, the debt will still fall on her head.

"Huh, it's just a formation. I'm going to kill you today to eliminate harm to the three realms!"

"Eliminating harm? Let everyone see which one of us is more harmful."

Zhiyang's rhetorical question touched on everyone's thoughts. Even though Zhiyang had been called a witch for thousands of years, the soldiers at the moment were more willing to believe what they saw. At least Zhiyang did not kill him.

"You are such a witch, and you are deceiving people. Why would I keep you here?"

After saying that, Ying Su quickly threw out a burst of black energy towards Zhiyang and flew directly towards Zhiyang. How could such an action escape Zhiyang's eyes? The figure in white retreated slightly, carrying behind him

I don't know when my hand suddenly stretched out, and the mana in my hand instantly enveloped the flying black mana.

When Zhiyang caught Yingsu's magic power, her brows tightened for a moment. She looked at her hand and couldn't believe it for a moment.

"This is magic..."

This power is different from the magic power of the immortal, which is domineering, greedy, and devouring. This power continues to expand in Zhiyang's hands, and gradually the palms become hot, and his own god is gradually being devoured...

She was secretly thinking something bad, but Zhiyang couldn't express it. Yingsu's eyes kept falling on Zhiyang, but helplessly, the divine power in her hand continued to condense, and she directly shook off the evil energy.

"Is this your ability? It's the same as when I found you by the river."

"you!"

"Why, you can't stand this?" Zhiyang held the sword and looked at Ying Su in front of him. He couldn't help but curl his lips and smile. The pity in his eyes instantly angered Ying Su.

At this moment, Ying Su couldn't stand it anymore. She had long since torn off her hypocritical face, revealing her original ferociousness. Her black energy was rising, and her whole person was different from what she had just been. Now she was still falling into the devil's path.

"What are you still looking at! Get behind me quickly, I don't want to accidentally hurt you!"

Seeing Ying Su like this, Zhiyang's heart trembled. Looking at the heavenly soldiers and generals standing behind Ying Su who had already lost their consciousness, he shouted loudly, hoping to save their lives.

"Let's see who dares to move!" Ying Su's voice struck him instantly, "You are all from my Nine Heavens, and you must be loyal to my Nine Heavens even to the death!"

The demonic energy that instantly rose behind Yingsu suddenly moved towards the soldiers heading towards Zhiyang. The demonic energy ruthlessly penetrated everyone's body, and the soldiers fell one after another.
Chapter completed!