Step by step, step by step,

The golden light was outlined out of thin air, layer by layer of ladder, transformed by golden light.

Yang Qifeng walked with dragons and tigers, stepping step by step on the ladder, walking upwards.

A flash of light flashed, and a figure came towards him.

Seeing the visitor, Yang Qifeng sneered.

The length of the guide ladder cannot be verified, but to reach the end point, you must go through layers of obstacles.

Each of the four continents has a ladder to guide the heavens. They divide the demon clans and then gather in pairs to achieve the meaning of the brave ones who meet in a narrow way.

The winner advances.

The loser retreats.

The winner will automatically have one token and collect ten. At that time, you can be directly led by the golden light without continuing to climb the ladder.

"Descendants of the Demon God," Yang Qifeng narrowed his eyes, looked at the visitor, sighing in his heart, it was so hot that he opened the door.

No wonder Imperial Palace is opened so much that it is for me. If I miss it, it seems that I missed the biggest opportunity in my life.

This Imperial Palace does not mention his chance to listen to the sermons, but the bloody legitimates of these demon gods are his gains.

He couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth. Yang Qifeng wanted to admit that he was greedy.

Like a cow, hornless, blue-black all over, single-legged

Ancient demon god, Kui!

"Since you know, don't get out of here and go back automatically, I can spare your life," said the rash man with a fleshy face, opened his mouth, and sniffed out a foul smell, walking step by step from a distance, shouting roaringly.

"If you say you a descendant of the demon god, you will be able to look at you."

"Your ancestor was just a soft boy. He was fighting in a big battle and stayed neutral and did not participate. What in the end? He was peeled and cramped, and used skin to make snare drums, and made bones to make drumsticks," Yang Qifeng spoke sarcastic. In his mind, he thought of the rise of the human emperor in ancient times, sweeping across the eight wildernesses, and trembling in the sky and the earth.

Until all the races of the world united, Chiyou was promoted as the leader, and led his army to fight against each other. Several major wars were followed.

The Human Emperor was unable to win, and there were strange people who made suggestions from time to time. There was a mountain in the East China Sea, which was famous; Liubo Mountain.

There is a demon god named Kui on it. He looks like a cow, has no horns, has blue-black body, and has one leg.

Its screams are like the light and thunder of the sun and the moon. As long as it enters and exits the water, it will definitely cause a storm. Use its skin to make a snare drum. Use its bones as drumsticks and you will definitely win.

The Emperor of Humans was overjoyed. He sent his generals to capture them in the camp. As a result, the blow of the drum shocked the three realms, greatly boosting the morale of the Emperor of Humans, and Chiyou's army was shocked and defeated!

This is a history, and such records were obtained from his clone and belong to the history of the human race.

"Looking for death," the turtle man was furious. The affairs of his ancestors were their taboos. Whoever dared to mention them, no matter what the relationship was, would definitely turn against each other.

He took a big strode, moved one step, crossed dozens of feet, and came directly to Yang Qifeng.

His body was tall and tall. In a blink of an eye, his body, which was originally two feet tall, turned into three feet tall.

It's like a small hill, facing up, showing murderous intent, opening its mouth, and making a loud shout.

"Out!"

The sound vibrated and resounded everywhere, rolling, like a huge wave sweeping across the sky, wave after wave.

The muscles of the two arms bulged, from top to bottom, and directly slapped them, and the energy was everywhere, and the palm was swung like the wind.

Yang Qifeng waved his palm, ignoring the sound waves, unharmed, his palm was like a knife, and the sword energy contained in his palm.

A dazzling light illuminated and filled the surroundings.

Blood splattered everywhere, and both arms soared into the sky, and the wound was smooth and flat.

With one blow, Yang Qifeng's steps moved lightly, crossed the void, trampled on the ground, and moved directly behind the ruffian, slapped him with a scent, and a flame rose up with his backhand.

Bang, the white palm hit the top of the rash man's head.

The flames burst out, covering the rash man's entire body.

The illusory flame burned instantly, the three realms of purifying fire appeared in the world for the first time, and it had already revealed its glory.

The rash man could not hold on for a second, and was burned all over. A drop of blood kept hovering, floating in the air.

He waved his hand and put it away directly.

With a sarcastic look on his face, you think you are from the Nine-Headed Lineage. Since ancient times, there have been many demon gods. Although no demon gods appear again, the demon saints are endless.

The Kui lineage has completely declined except for the bloodline.

It's even more miserable than the Qingqiu lineage.

This rash man had just passed the second heavenly gate and had the same realm. For Yang Qifeng, who was both physical and spiritual, he was afraid of anyone. If he hadn't seen his extraordinary bloodline, how could Yang Qifeng use the three realms to purify the fire.

Looking at the flames that kept beating in his palms, he showed a bright smile.

A low voice, "It's almost time, you're going to meet your brother and become one,"

The smile retreated and returned to indifference. A token condensed out of thin air. The phantoms transformed into it. Yang Qifeng grabbed it and placed it at his waist, and continued to move the ladder forward with big strides.

This is an opportunity. It is so easy to obtain a drop of blood. The cultivation of the Thirty-Six Changes of Tiangang will be much simpler in the future.

The sky is so loving. When Yang Qifeng saw the second monster he met, he just wanted to laugh out loud.

The person who came was thin, with a thirty-year-old appearance, slightly white temples, and an ordinary appearance.

There was no trace of demonic energy on his body, and his fat robe was shaking automatically without wind.

He bent over and hunched his back, carrying a turtle shell, and it was a dragon turtle.

He was the blood-legged dragon clan. In ancient times, he did not join the dragon clan, but instead joined the demon clan, and had a close relationship with the demon emperor. He claimed to be the demon clan. Among the 36 original demon gods of Tiangang's thirty-six transformations, the dragon turtle was one of them.

"Fellow Taoist greets you," the descendants of the dragon turtle are polite.

Standing with his hands behind his back, his robe shivered, and an inexplicable pressure swept across the world.

Yang Qifeng walked over and felt a sense of depression.

The breath is restrained, without any abnormality, like a sword with hidden sheaths, without any sharpness.

This kind of charm is called peerless, but it is a bit too wordy.

Yang Qifeng's eyes shone coldly, and a black knife appeared, lifted it in his hand, slashing it in the air.

The flames soar into the sky, the most yang and the most righteous, and the masculine momentum of heaven and earth is nothing more than this.

The turtle shell moved and stood in front of him in an instant. The flames met and melted immediately. The black knife appeared, but it turned into a piece of wooden branches.

Fake,

Behind the descendants of the dragon turtle, Yang Qifeng appeared here, and the sword flashed and his soul was crushed.

The three realms of purified fire appeared, refined and turned into blood. Yang Qifeng put away, continued to move the ladder, and continued to move forward.

The sachet was working, and along the way, the enemy's strength was all second to him. He swept all the way, and in a blink of an eye, ten tokens were collected in his hand, and the blood of the demon god was never collected except for the first two drops.

I just took a few steps and a person appeared in front of me.

The face is as white as powder, the lips are as red as red as a face. The temples are green and the clouds are dyed by indigo, and the eyebrows are divided into crescent moon like cuts of knife
Chapter completed!