His other hand, like the sky, buckled towards the stripped Wu Zhaixue.

With the devil's saint, Zuo Qiuwu, the newly promoted and life-burning saint, there are also people from Taixu Pavilion outside the chessboard. The ending of "The Demonic Arts of Destruction and Demonic Art of Destruction" has almost been confirmed.

But Qihen’s actions were originally meant to give up this magic skill to escape the body of “Wu Zhaixue”.

Looking up at the 'Heaven Cage' that was buckled by this claw, He looked at Zuo Qiuwu through the gap and couldn't help laughing: "Environment of three que 1? Do you think that if you don't know what to do, and in fact, Li Hengzhi, who has been isolated from the inside and outside for many years, can tempt me to go out of this game and push him into a devil?"

Li Hengzhi has not gone down the mountain for many years, isolates himself from the world, or even receives external news, and cuts off causes and results, so that he can stand at the forefront of fighting transcendence without interference at critical moments. During the period when Confucian ancestors were sleeping, Shushan had to make corresponding preparations. He lived in the Spring and Autumn Period, without knowing the world, so he was not detached from the knowledge.

It is even more appropriate to use him to deal with the Seven Hate at this moment. No one is more suitable than him. "The Demonic Art of Destruction and Destruction" than him. The first generation of Holy Demon Lord was originally a Confucian etiquette master!

But Qihen was aware of it. Although there were no means to be made and many foreshadowings were revealed, they were unmoved. Facing Zuo Qiuwu's step-by-step pressing, he repeatedly abandoned his son and avoided him with a transcendent honor.

"Do you think worldly dignity or honor and disgrace can restrain me?"

He smiled coldly: "I recognized this result by Sima Heng at the beginning! I will calculate it with him later! When you settle today, you will meet you in the future."

"Yao Fu, Chen Pu, Bai Gexiao-who else?"

"Does it also want to kill me with the current Confucianism? People are not satisfied with their hearts and snakes swallow elephants, and snatch the worms and shake the tree without self-esteem!"

He took Wu Zhaixue's body and raised his palm to meet Zuoqiuwu's claws, held it up with his palm, and inherited the sky with the earth: "Wake up Kong Ke and carry him to come! I may be able to give in to three points!"

This support is really majestic and should be called retreating from all directions. It not only shakes time, pushes away all the pieces in the chess game, but also spreads outside the chessboard and pounces on everyone in the Huxin Pavilion!

But Zuoqiuwu's claw force was not stopped.

Because Wu Zhaixue's palm melted like ice and snow at the moment of "welcoming the sky"!

All his body turned into flowing light and threw himself away from the holy demon.

Wu Zhaixue relieves her body and raises demons!

At this moment, the devil in the diligent academy has become a foregone conclusion, and the schizophrenia of thousands of years will be clear. The only thing that needs to be fought for is this projector named "Wu Zhaixue".

Once this body is completely relieved, the hidden dangers left by Sima Heng by Qiheng will be wiped out.

But the streaming light was frozen!

Some people don’t care about the intimidation of the immortals at all. When the Seven Hate Palm holds the world, they do not retreat but advance, and come into the chess. Now they know that it is a bluff, and if they make a wrong judgment at that time, they will have two points of life and death in an instant.

But the frost is so firm.

The phantom of the bird of death flew around, and the stream of light was frozen in the ice coffin, frozen into a dark golden lightning.

"So brave!" Wu Zhaixue's voice was as thunder as the sound of lightning, and the light moved, and he was about to break the coffin and leave.

But with a rumbling sound, there was a supreme immortal palace, as if it had come from the depths of time and was buried on the ice coffin on the spot.

This palace is in a daze and cannot see the full picture, like a divine dragon that does not show its entire track, but only a scale or claw are too expensive, so it has a majestic voice.

But I saw the misty clouds, but I heard the joy of immortals from all directions.

There are high pavilions on the clouds, and the gate tower in front of the hall is rising.

The pavilion is ethereal and fairy, and the gatehouse is extremely luxurious.

I faintly wore a blue shirt. I passed this gatehouse and stepped into the shelf, and walked like a song.

Outside the pavilion in the middle of the lake - a sudden rain is vast. The endless rain is the immortal thoughts that have been scattered into different time and spaces, all of which are suspended, like the palace of the Immortal Emperor.

Lingxiao Pavilion, facing the sky, holding the cold winter, with wishful wishes, and all immortals come to pay homage!

This palace is in a town, and the ice coffin is unshakable.

There are more than Qingyi in the pavilion.

In front of the phantom of the flying bird of death, a black blade swept by—

It seems like a gap, it is indeed a gap.

Refining the emptiness for thousands of miles!
Chapter completed!