Su Qingqiu had a gloomy look on his face and had no intention of escaping.

Her previous reluctance was not because she was about to die, but because she was unwilling to fail to kill Jiang Zhige.

"If you don't leave, then die."

Jiang Zhige didn't bother to say more. He raised his hand and shot a terrifying demonic energy towards Su Qingqiu.

Seeing this, Su Qingqiu no longer hesitated. The mighty imperial power swept through the Beili Holy Land, and a heavenly pattern appeared in front of him to block the evil spirit.

Seeing the two emperors fighting, the Beili generals knew that they would be killed by the aftermath if they stayed where they were, so they began to rush towards Jiang Zhige one after another, transforming their flesh and blood into Su Qingqiu's martial arts skills.

Unfortunately, no matter how many people there were, they were just moths to a flame, just like Su Qingqiu who could not touch Jiang Zhige's ice, and they all turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Jiang Zhige remained calm as he witnessed thousands of strong men risking their lives for the sake of justice, and then he saw them being wiped out as if they were insignificant grass.

When it was Wanxia's turn, Jiang Zhige showed impatience and rarely made a move, slapping her away with his palm.

This palm strike caused Wan Xia to fly backwards for tens of thousands of miles and land at the border of Beili Holy Land, unable to move. His muscles and bones were broken and difficult to heal.

Jiang Zhige sighed inwardly. He couldn't let everyone go, but at least he could let Wanxia, ​​whom he had met a few times, stay alive.

After fighting for hundreds of moves, Su Qingqiu gradually lost the upper hand, but Jiang Zhige was still at ease and it was obvious that he was not using his full strength.

Su Qingqiu knew that he was no match for his opponent, so he broke away from the attack and retreated a thousand meters away.

Jiang Zhige did not pursue him, but looked at Su Qingqiu with interest.

Su Qingqiu's face was extremely ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Jiang Zhige, I admit that you are very strong. If you can still take this move from me, I will kill you or chop you up at your will."

She could see that after fighting for hundreds of rounds, she still had not suffered serious damage. It was not because she was very strong, but because Jiang Zhige was playing with her like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Just do it."

Jiang Zhige stood still and didn't take her seriously at all.

Su Qingqiu snorted coldly upon seeing this, and the Taoist patterns on his body transformed into countless birds and beasts.

In an instant, the Beili Holy Land took on an auspicious and extremely cold atmosphere. Thousands of ice-blue birds and beasts ran around, and solemn and wise sounds echoed between heaven and earth.

"Set up the formation!"

Following Su Qingqiu's voice, a dazzling light shone above the Beili Holy Land, and the earth rumbled as complicated array seals appeared.

Jiang Zhige's eyes flickered slightly. This kind of power was already greater than the one that killed Qu Bushin with Bei Li Jue.

By the time the formation was formed, Su Qingqiu's physical body had turned into nothingness, and what remained was a faint blue light filled with a holy aura. Around his body was flowing the power of the origin of the Dao that made all things in heaven and earth submit.

"The moon never falls on Beili, and the heaven and earth are impartial and have thousands of doors."

"The world's evils are not as good as this, and even a virtuous emperor cannot let go of his worldly desires."

"I will use the cold song to suppress the world. If the edict is not fulfilled, I will not be buried."

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Waves of poems and songs that sound like complaints and cries, and like the sound of Sanskrit, linger between heaven and earth.

Jiang Zhige tried to interrupt it midway, but found that the power in his body was firmly bound, and his body was also trapped in the formation. Even if he used magic energy, it was of no avail.

Not long after, Su Qingqiu suddenly opened his eyes, releasing a pious yet extremely terrifying aura.

Jiang Zhige suddenly felt as if a tremendous force was striking him, and his bones were crackling.

There was only pure might, without any substantial attack. However, even his body as an emperor was being hammered continuously like softened gold and iron.

The power was still rapidly increasing exponentially. Jiang Zhige went from being able to straighten his back to bleeding all over his body and his flesh and bones were torn apart.

Boom!!! The power suddenly surged to an unknown degree, instantly crushing Jiang Zhige to the ground, leaving only a pool of blood.

If you look from above, you can find that although the power is not substantial, it has flattened the area of ​​thousands of miles around Jiang Zhige. The glaciers and icebergs have disappeared, leaving only a concave circular sinkhole.

Such power only exists in the Beili Holy Land, where the spatial order surpasses the three major divine realms. If it were in a lower plane, this blow would be enough to annihilate a galaxy and cause the space to collapse and turn into chaos.

Su Qingqiu returned to his human body, but lost balance and fell to the ground.

She struggled to keep her steps steady and not fall to the ground. When she looked at the pool of blood on Jiang Zhige, her eyes were filled with despair and sadness.

That pool of blood was still filled with vitality. It looked horrible, but in fact it was more alive than a living person.

"Not bad, you can actually hurt me. If it happens a few more times, I will really be a bit overwhelmed."

The blood reshaped into Jiang Zhige's original appearance in the blink of an eye. He still had a calm expression and was still unharmed.

Su Qingqiu smiled sadly. How many more times? How could it be possible to do it a few more times?

This was her unique skill that could only be performed by mobilizing the origin of the spiritual domain in the Beili Holy Land. Beili Hange had also arranged the Shangyu Wanli formation in advance to block Jiang Zhige's actions. Such a full-strength attack only destroyed Jiang Zhige's body, but failed to hurt his origin at all.

Before the battle, Su Qingqiu still thought that he had barely a 10% chance of winning, but now it seemed that there was not even a slight chance of winning.

In front of Jiang Zhige, Su Qingqiu, who is also an emperor, can only be considered to have a chance to fight. There must be at least five of her to be considered an opponent.

"Such a doctrine and law are really ridiculous. Becoming an emperor is just a drop in the ocean."

Su Qingqiu sighed to the sky. She no longer had the will to fight and only wanted to die quickly.

Jiang Zhige stepped towards Su Qingqiu and shook his head, saying, "Dao and Fa are nothing more than swords and spears to us. Why question them?"

"Although we are both great emperors, your methods are not equal, and I happen to be more special, which is why there is such a gap."

His words seemed to be pretentious, but in fact he was sincerely reminding Su Qingqiu.

Jiang Zhige didn't really want to kill Su Qingqiu. If Su Qingqiu's Taoism was damaged by this battle, even if he didn't die today, he would be greatly affected in the future and become a true false emperor.

Su Qingqiu's expression froze slightly when he heard this, and then he sneered, "Are you telling me that your specialness is superior to Taoism?"

Although she made sarcastic remarks, she no longer had the previous depressed look.

Jiang Zhige was right. The Great Emperor was indeed the truth of the Great Dao and the primordial chaos of the universe. It was just a confrontation between two emperors, and there would eventually be a difference in who was superior and who was inferior.

Jiang Zhige did not refute. He walked up to Su Qingqiu and stared quietly at this peerless face that looked a little disheveled.

Su Qingqiu's eyes flashed with coldness, and he raised his palm and stabbed Jiang Zhige in the heart.

Jiang Zhige did not dodge or evade, allowing the bare hand to pierce his heart without any expression on his face.

He possessed an immortal body, and had been able to be reborn with a drop of blood since he entered the saint realm. Now with the body of an emperor, this ordinary attack, even if he was cut into pieces, would be just like a mosquito bite.

Su Qingqiu's face was gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "Kill me if you want, don't humiliate me!"