Li Xiuchen had just taken the first step when the golden dragon roared and shot out bolts of lightning.
Li Xiuchen had just taken the second step when the fire phoenix roared and flew into the sky, fanning out phoenix fire all over the sky.
Li Xiuchen had just taken the third step when the snow-white Qilin stomped hard on the ground, cracking it, and a torrential hurricane blew towards Li Xiuchen.
This scene scared Li Xiuchen so much that he immediately sat in mid-air. At this moment, he heard a rumbling thunder in the sky.
The next scene was one that all the powerful people present would never forget in their lifetime!
The sky, which had been clear just a moment ago, suddenly turned pitch black at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The sun was covered by dark clouds, and its light disappeared. Silver lightning rolled and surged in the dark clouds. Each thunder was as thick as a bucket, ten times stronger than the most terrifying thunder tribulation encountered by ordinary tribulation-crossing masters!
Du Jue Tian Lao flew up from the huge hole in the ground and shouted in horror: "Luo Jianqing, you monster, you will really destroy the world...Ah!!!"
"Shut up!"
boom!
A green sword light slashed down, blowing off a piece of flesh from Du Jue Tianlao's arm. Du Jue Tianlao screamed in surprise.
Under the dark and terrifying sky, a handsome and extraordinary monk in green clothes held a golden sword in his right hand and a green lotus jade lamp in his left hand. He did not even spare a glance for Du Jue Tianlao. He suddenly turned his head, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the sky without hesitation.
When he was about to rush into the black cloud, Luo Jianqing suddenly stopped and turned to look at the Blood-Clothed Demon Lord behind him.
Mo Qianqiu hadn't expected Luo Jianqing to suddenly turn around and look at him. He only saw the latter looking at him with complicated eyes for a long time before asking in a deep voice, "Mo Qianqiu, who... are you?"
Hearing this, Mo Qianqiu's entire body trembled. Then, he swung his long whip, curling his red lips into a flamboyant smile. His shimmering peach blossom eyes reflected an endless amount of light. He scoffed and spoke sarcastically, his voice tinged with tenderness and nostalgia, "Luo Jianqing of Mount Taihua, who am I? Do you have the right to ask?"
Luo Jianqing was suddenly stunned. The next moment, he smiled rarely, and then rushed towards the black cloud without any regrets, leaving only one sentence that shocked the entire Far North.
"Today, I will tell you, whose sky is this sky, whose land is this land! Xuantian Continent will always belong to Xuantian Continent! We don't need any son of destiny, we
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