"So I'm really pretentious?" Ming Yi widened her eyes. After listening to Zishi and Wu Hen's words, she said this in a daze.

"It's not all. After someone heard your voice, he flew straight here..." Zishi exposes Wu Hen's seemingly righteous behavior at this moment.

Wu Hen smiled and admitted openly that he had just learned that Ming Yi was Cang Ling.

Ming Yi saw Wu Hen's smile and was about to say something, suddenly, as if the cold energy was rushing towards him like a billion-dollar glacier spear. She raised her head, but saw that the Red-Boat Saint had stood on a huge thunder and lightning mountain at some point. An ice-blue holy breath burst out from his palm. This holy breath instantly turned the world into an ice-river world, and the terrifying extreme cold holy breath penetrated them.

Ming Yin's almost extinguished fighting will was also ignited at this moment. Perhaps this battle carries the emotions that everyone cherishes most. The Red-robed Saint can destroy a clan for one person, and what she wished in her heart was definitely not a small and humble grain of dust in this world. As long as her heart is still full of infinite hope and her fighting spirit is immortal, she can also make the star god in the sky dim.

The scattering sun flames burst out from the Suzaku's clothes, and the bright red energy turned into a pair of extremely dazzling Tianyu.

Ming Yi broke free from Wu Hen's arms, as if the phoenix of Nirvana was instantly ignorant, fighting against the cold holy breath with his own super-warm fireworks.

In front of the Red Robe Saint, Ming Yi was powerless to resist. With Wu Hen helping her resist the domineering Jade Emperor Divine Thunder, she could also pose a slight threat to Caiqiong.

The extremely cold breath of the Red Robe Saint was melting. He saw a red figure like a red bark fighting the sky, piercing through the thunder and lightning mountains under his feet, approaching him at an extremely fast speed...

He clamped his hand into a fist and rushed towards the bottom!

The golden fist is extremely terrifying. Even the human veins in the present Infinite City can see the fist shadow covering the entire sky. It is clearly separated by a dimension, but it instantly destroys the will of the millions of human heroes in the Infinite City. They dare not imagine that if this punch really falls to them, how many human gods will be destroyed.

In the Ziyu Tower, many holy spirits of the Holy Sect, including Cailan, were also looking up. At this moment, they finally felt the horror of their ancestors. This punch not only hit the future warriors, but also hit each of them hard in the face, as if they were despising their unworthy descendants. How could the Holy Sect, which once said in Cangchu, fall into a rivalry with a technological civilization Daxuan?

The golden heavenly fist shot down Ming Yi from the Thunder and Lightning Mountain, and she returned to the broken earth again.

Fortunately, she has also evolved to a high enough level, and with the protection of the Demon Buddha's Fighting Clothes, she will not be directly destroyed like those little gods.

After failing to fight back, Ming Yi immediately awakened Ye Nuwa's divine power. The velvet blooming in her clothes intertwined into a solemn ancient god. There was a night mask on her cheek, and the outline of the mask was exactly the same as that of Nuwayan.

Her figure is graceful, as if she has a dragon's tail. As she leans backwards, the magnificent earth becomes her fighting clothes.

The red-robed Holy One stood tall in the sky, and the universe behind it seemed to be his magical weapons. The boundless dark realm of the universe could be transformed into his extreme cold holy breath, and all the galaxy lights could be interwoven into his Jade Emperor divine thunder.

Ming Yi, who was wearing the earth on his back, put on Ye Nuwa's veil, all the stars and earth became her backing. She slapped a palm at the Red Robe Saint, and the vast earth all rose towards the sky, turning into the palm power of Nuwa's earth, and blasted towards the Red Robe Saint.

Even the invincible Red-robed Saint of this era had to retreat. He kept flying into the higher sky, but the earth's palm under his feet was expanding infinitely, as if he was not strongly hit. This palm power from Ye Nuwa would occupy every wisp of space in the sky.

Wu Hen raised his head and opened his mouth wide.

Ming Yi, who wore Ye Nuwa's veil, even her temperament changed. She looked like a mysterious god, and she released an extremely powerful aura on her body.

Originally, Wu Hen was thinking about what method he would use to resist the Red Robe Shengxian, but found that Ming Yi also transformed to a level that was enough to take on the throne of the times. No wonder they had the courage to travel back and change this period of history.

That's great. Ming Yi has the ability to fight the monsters here. In addition, he has too many skills and is not suppressed. Why not worry about not changing this bad situation...

"What are you looking at? Run away!" The veil of Nuwa on Ming Yi's cheek suddenly broke, like a thin layer of paper.

"No...you just did this?" Wu Hen was also shocked.

"Our plan cannot be successful, so let's implement your plan. If you don't retain some strength, how to repair the seven-colored mountains and seas? This old monster in red robe can only make him die of old age, and other ways can't be killed." Ming Yi had completely cheered up and calmly analyzed the current situation.

If you can't beat it, can't you run away?

What's more, if they have dealt with this old monster in red robe and the terrifying Infinite City Immortal, what they have to do is not to defeat these monsters from three hundred years ago, but to plant a seed on the other side of the Qise Mountains and Seas!

"It makes sense!" Wu Hen had just come over here, and his head was a little unconscious. Seeing Ming Yi being bullied, he naturally wanted to fight with the ancestor of the Red Robe Saint-Sheng.

Indeed, it is best to run away after being forced to retreat.

Ming Yi opened the Vermillion Bird Feather and flew towards the direction where the sun set in Infinity City.

Wu Hen flew with his sword. His way of controlling his sword was slightly different. He did not step on the sword spirit and slashed across the sky with his free manner, but grabbed the sword spirit that was flying at a fast speed with one hand, allowing the sword spirit like a beam of black light to drag him across the sky. There was no way. Who told Wu Hen to first encounter a tough sword and then learn the art of sword immortals?

From the perspective of others, Wu Hen seemed to fly away with a sword holding a single hand, like a sword immortal chasing the sun and the moon. She was so cool and fairy-like, but Ming Yi, who was closer to Wu Hen, was confused. Wu Hen's face was flying randomly because of its speed. It was not as comfortable as normal flying with a sword. Instead, it was like driving an out-of-control fairy sword. The fairy sword was dragging Wu Hen, who was unprepared, and was fleeing...

"He is chasing him." Ming Yi didn't bother with these small details. When he turned around, he saw the old monster in red robe following him. The rolling thunder was like a rapid cloud storm, swallowing the horizon.

"Look at my return to the sect!" It was time for Wu Hen to show his strength.

"Don't the sword immortal want to pinch the sword technique? If you want to grab it with one hand, how can you pinch the sword technique..." Ming Yi asked.

"My sword spirit is voice-controlled - Xiaoyi, Wan Jian Guiding!" Wu Hen shouted with a loud voice, and while shouting, a huge amount of wind was poured into his mouth, he was speechless.
Chapter completed!