On a sunny afternoon, the summer sunshine flows brightly like water notes, wetting different charming sorrows.

In front of the City God Temple in Jinhua Prefecture, a bearded man walked to the City God Temple with a sword box on his back.

His burly body was filled with oppression, and all the believers in front of him made way out. The temple prayer walked out of the City God Temple at this moment, and he preached solemnly:

"please!"

Yan Chixia did not say anything. He nodded slowly and strode into the City God Temple.

As he stepped over the threshold, he stepped into the City God Temple in one step, but the City God God Realm.

The city god realm is the same as outside.

The trees with golden branches and leaves were swaying in the breeze. Yang Qifeng was standing under the trees, carrying his hands on his back, quietly watching the golden patterns on the trees.

"Why did the Lord do such a ridiculous thing?" Yan Chixia came up and got straight to the point, and he asked coldly.

"Human way is up again, followed by immortal way, and divine way is again, this is the current situation," Yang Qifeng turned around and told slowly, and did not mention the ghost way and demon way.

"But since ancient times, the way of God has always been the first, protecting the human way, so that human way can be prosperous today. It can be destroyed by heaven, immortals and Buddhas are gone, and the way of God has recovered from nirvana. Of course, we must regain the power lost in the past, and the way of God is the highest, and the way of human way is the next,"

"The God of Respect is quite ambitious, but you must know that it is different from the past. The Heavenly Court has long been destroyed, and many ancient gods have been silent. There are only a few people including the God of Respect. It is impossible to surpass the human way,"

Yan Chixia directly scolded and preached, her tone became more and more excited.

"That is the reason that we have to unite with the ghost path. The Black Mountain Ghost King is so handsome and has great ambitions. He can ascend to the throne and take charge of the underworld, and be the Emperor of Fengdu!" Yang Qifeng's tone was calm and he continued to preach slowly.

"The God of God is afraid that he doesn't want to establish a God's Court, but to be the God Emperor!"

"It seems that the Lord God cannot be comforted, so I can only kill the Lord God and calm the matter down." Yan Chixia clanged and opened the sword box behind him.

The Xuanyuan Sword had appeared in his hands, his eyes were filled with a cold aura, and murderous intent had burst out on him. It was not a joke that he was murderous now.

"I haven't seen Yan Chixia for many years, you have successfully condensed your soul, but I have also ascended to the position of the City God of Jinhua Palace, and it's not a little short of you," as Yang Qifeng spoke, layers of divine light appeared behind his head.

Continuously resonate with the divine realm and began to echo.

"It is useless to say more. This god wants the god to suppress the human world. This is definitely not something we can tolerate. Taking advantage of this god, he is still the city god of Jinhua Palace."

"I haven't become the city god of Jinling Capital, and my magical powers have not been achieved. Kill him and eliminate future troubles." A cold voice sounded on Yan Chixia, and a light appeared, but it gradually turned into a figure.

This man's hair and beard are all white, with fairy-like bones. He holds a wooden stick in his hand and has a wide forehead.

Such an image is very easy to identify, and Yang Qifeng can tell who this person is at a glance?

He is the Daoist of Dead Wood, one of the eight masters. Yan Chixia has just condensed her soul for a few years. With such strength, he can still fight Yang Qifeng in the outside world, but if he comes to the divine realm, he will definitely not be an opponent.

He may even fall into the divine realm, but he naturally has the confidence to come, and this Daoist of Dead Wood is.

The eight great masters are of great reputation, but this Dao Mu only has the strength of the first realm of the Yuanshen realm and has never entered the second realm. This also indicates that the other eight great masters, at most two or three, are in the second realm of the Yuanshen realm.

No, the number of people is still small, that is, one or two people.

The dead wood Taoist appeared, and the withered and exhausted power spread out and began to constantly erode the world. The row of golden trees beside Yang Qifeng began to look old.

It was like all the moisture was squeezed out, the bark began to dry, and the golden branches and leaves had fallen.

Finally, before it fell to the ground, it was blowing with the breeze, as if it was burned by fire, the ashes of the leaves drifted away in the wind.

"It's a pity that Yan Chixia, if you just chose to leave, you could still save your life. Now you have no chance of life and only have a dead end," Yang Qifeng said that, but he was looking at Taoist Master Kumu.

Yan Chixia is not easy to kill. This person is the one who has responded to the fortune of immortality, just like he has responded to the fortune of divineness.

But this dead wood is easy to kill. Yan Chixia may escape this time, but this dead wood Taoist will undoubtedly die.

"The God of God is about to die, and he still has to show off his words," Yan Chixia waved his arm, and the Xuanyuan Sword shot out in an instant. He pinched the magic tricks with both hands, and the power of the soul was poured into it.

The Daoist Kumu on the side did not have the style of a master. He waited for Yan Chixia to lose, or fought for a while before taking action.

He threw the wooden stick in his hand slightly, and instantly turned into a python like a living creature. His body was made of wooden, but he twisted his body like a living creature, swung his tail, and rolled towards Yang Qifeng.

The two of them cooperated perfectly, and if they didn't do it, they would have a thunder attack. The two souls attacked together. Even if Yang Qifeng was in the divine realm, it would not be beneficial.

After all, the position of the City God of Jinhua Mansion is just light yellow, and it is only equivalent to the first realm of the soul.

However, Yang Qifeng did not mobilize the power of the divine realm in response to this, and he gently revealed the word "destroy".

As the mist in all directions rose, a powerful force came and began to suppress the wooden and Xuanyuan Sword. The Liangyi dust array had already opened.

He used this Yang Qifeng's biggest trump card without hesitation. The news leaked this time, he was just fishing, and Yan Chixia and Kumu Taoist in front of him were fish.

His plan did not seek any other assistance, because he knew that the more plots he had, the greater the possibility of mistakes. Only because he had the Hunyuan Yi Qi Taiqing Shen Talisman, he could suppress his own energy and not be fascinated by the will of heaven.

If you look for foreign aid, it must be that something happened to the foreign aid, otherwise the news leaked from the foreign aid is that your foreign aid is here, but the enemy will have more aid.

Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make less mistakes.

He just leaked the news, and there will definitely be people coming to the door to question the crime.

The City God God can already be equivalent to the primordial spirit. The Liangyi dust array set up is not afraid of the two or three primordial spirits, and even kills them.

As soon as the Liangyi dust array came out, he controlled the Hunyuan Yiqi Taiqing Divine Talisman, and the divine realm completely evolved into a battlefield.

The meaning of the dead wood instantly disintegrated inch by inch, constantly compressing the wooden stick, and its flexibility gradually began to be filled with stiffness. In the end, the wooden stick was deprived of all its power and once again restored its true form.
Chapter completed!