How is this going?

Deng Xian folded his fists and asked loudly, "Master Zheng, can you take what you said just now?"

Zheng Genran's heart jumped suddenly, just now, when? What did he say?

Gu Qingqiao smiled at him, raised his left hand, and in his hand, a jade slip was glowing faintly.

Under the stage, in the hands of the stubborn little boy, a huge jade slip with amplifying sound also glowed simultaneously.

"I'm sorry, Chief Zheng." Gu Qingqiao smiled softly, "They heard every word you said just now."

"You..." Zheng Yan was furious, but then calmed down.

"Do you think you can beat me today?"

He sneered, waved his right hand, and the powder of the jade pendant in his sleeve was scattered on the high platform and scattered with the wind.

The stage suddenly became chaotic.

Fang Rui was about to follow Deng Xian to the high platform, when suddenly, the junior brother standing in front of him turned around, his face was in pain, a blue totem suddenly appeared on his face, the junior brother suddenly glared, and shot at Fang Rui like lightning. attack.

Fang Rui flashed to the side, his eyes swept around.

Under the high platform, nearly half of the disciples of the Immortal Sect had changed and turned to the same sect.

The heads of the various factions who were supposed to come to power were blocked for a while. Seeing that their fellow disciples had defected, their disciples were dying. They did not care about Zheng Genran, who was on the stage. , the scene was a mess.

On the stage, Zheng Genran and Gu Qingqiao had already moved their hands, their spiritual energy collided, the crackling sound roared, and the swirling storm blew so much that people couldn't open their eyes.

Master Huimo threw a Buddha bead, but he escaped. The weapon turned into a Buddha bead turned a corner in the air and flew towards Zheng Genran again.

Zheng Jinran rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the Buddha beads, and threw them aside.

Mu Xiyuan seized the opportunity and rolled the soft sword, stabbing Zheng Heran in both eyes.

Blood splashed, and the sword edge slid across Zheng Genran's eyes. He blocked Gu Qingqiao's short knife with a sword, and his spiritual power hit Mu Xiyuan's sword tip, tilting his head to dodge. The soft sword bounced upwards, but it still hurt one of his eyes.

Zheng Yanran's face was dripping with blood, but he laughed wildly. With one hand in both hands, he actually abandoned the long sword, grabbed a handful of blue-purple medicinal pills from the Qiankun bag around his waist, and swallowed them all.

In an instant, the injury was healed, and the spiritual power rushed towards Zheng Heran like a tide.

Every time he absorbed a bit of spiritual power, his stature grew a little bigger, and the frenzied disciples of various sects suddenly stopped their hands and stood there dumbfounded.

"I will have endless power," Zheng Yanran's figure has swelled several times, his voice is low, with infinite hatred: "You, all die!"

Layers of coercion spread from him, he took a step forward and grabbed Gu Qingqiao with his huge palm.

Mu Xiyuan slashed out a sword and blocked it in front of Gu Qingqiao. The tip of the sword pierced into the palm of his hand, but Zheng Genran didn't care, and instead sucked the spiritual power in Mu Xiyuan's body to himself.

Mu Xiyun snorted, blood spilling from her lips. Gu Qingqiao pulled him back a few steps and stood with Master Huimo.

The disciples of the Qin family under the stage have opened up a barrier to protect everyone.

The underground spiritual veins of Moyun Mountain were affected by Zheng Genran's powerful suction, and the spiritual energy gathered into a golden light, which shot out from the ground.

I don't know when the sky was full of dark clouds, and the electric light was bred in the clouds. The golden light shot into the clouds, gathered together with several lightning bolts, and slammed towards Suoxiantai.

"No!!!!!" Zheng Angrily said angrily, but was overshadowed by the huge thunder.

The terrifying huge force was suddenly suppressed from mid-air, Gu Qingqiao pulled Mu Xiyuan and Huang Zelin, and jumped off the high platform, only to hear a loud bang, Suo Xiantai was torn apart, rocks were flying, and a human-shaped fire light suddenly lit up, Zheng. A painful voice came: "This is impossible! I..." The voice stopped abruptly, and under the firelight, the figure disappeared, turned into a mass of ashes, and soon disappeared under the blowing of the mountain wind.

A generation of grandmasters ended up in ashes.

Several people who jumped down from the high platform were smashed by the rubble from the thunder and lightning, and all of them were in a state of embarrassment.

Gu Qingqiao embraced Mu Xiyuan and staggered a few steps under the stage before standing firm. A group of people immediately embraced.

"Brother Mu, here we come!" The little demon king threw the magnifying jade slip in his hand to Tan Shen next to him, and ran over like a fly, followed by several subordinates of the Tianyao clan.

Qin Le, Deng Xian and others also came over, and for a while, there were familiar smiling faces all around.

Mu Xiyun looked back at Gu Qingqiao: "Look, there are so many people in this world who believe in you and care about you, and you will live well." He lowered his head, and his voice became inaudible: "Even without me... "

"What did you say?" The voice was too low, Gu Qingqiao didn't hear it clearly, but he shuddered intuitively, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

Gu Qingqiao took Mu Xiyun's hands and looked into his eyes, those eyes with infinite affection and deep reluctance.

The eyelids were gradually closed, and thin bloodshots curled out from the nose and lower lip. Mu Xiyuan's hands loosened, and her body fell backwards.

"A Yun!" Gu Qingqiao hurriedly reached out and hugged him, "A Yun, what's wrong with you?"

Tan Shen hurried forward, "Quick, find a place to lay him down, I'll use a gold needle to stabilize it first!"

"Aiya, this old man didn't understand when he was about to die. How could it be possible to cooperate with the Northern Demon Asabo?" Wuying's voice came from mid-air, but he didn't show up.

"But senior brother, it seems that you little fairy has suffered some kind of backlash, tsk tsk tsk, forcibly breaking through the Nascent Soul, this is not fun."

The voice in the air was a little lower, but everyone present could still hear, "Don't forget that Soul Pill, it can be brought back to life!"

This sentence was erratic, and when it reached the last few words, the volume became smaller, and it was obvious that the person had gone far.

Gu Qingqiao was shocked, reached out and took out the bead.

The crystal clear spherical surface of Soul Pill reflects his painful face.