"Jiang Zhige, today is the day you die!"

Qu Yun took out the Savage Ancestral Dragon Sword and strode towards Jiang Zhige.

Looking at that charmingly handsome face, the scenes of being abandoned by Nangong Rou and the other two girls in Zhengyang Temple emerged one by one.

Everything should belong to Qu Yun.

But now, he has become a lonely ghost, and no one will even feel sad for him after his death.

Jiang Zhige's face was stern. Even if the Daoyuan Armor had some of the power that the Wild Blood Dragon Emperor had when he was alive, it could not be his opponent.

The gap between the Great Emperor and the Half-Emperor is indescribable, as is the chasm between heaven and earth. Even if Jiang Zhige's origin is as incomplete as a broken hand, beating Qu Yun is like beating a three-year-old child.

Qu Yun obviously didn't think too much and was blinded by hatred.

Just as Jiang Zhige was about to move out to fight the enemy, Ning Qiushui suddenly raised his hand to stop him, and said in a deep voice: "Ah Zhi, you can't stop repairing your origin, leave it to me."

"Qiu Shui, he is a half-emperor after all."

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly. It was not that he did not trust Ning Qiu Shui, but that Qu Yun did have some strength.

Relying on his extraordinary natural swordsmanship, Qu Yunben is able to fight across levels. Now that he has obtained the Savage Ancestral Dragon Sword and Daoyuan Armor, his combat power is definitely comparable to that of the late rotation period.

"Azhi, don't you believe me?"

Ning Qiu Shui didn't look back and stood straight in front of Jiang Zhige.

"No, I just"

Jiang Zhige stopped talking halfway.

Looking at that graceful figure, he felt Ning Qiu Shui's determination for the first time.

Jiang Zhige hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed: "Qiu Shui, the priority is defense. You just need to buy me a little more time."

If he interrupts the repair at this time, it will cause permanent damage to his origin.

It would be great if Ning Qiu Shui could buy some time.

Even if he couldn't, Jiang Zhige could still rescue Ning Qiu Shui in time.

"How ridiculous! Are you still in love with each other even when you are about to die?"

"Can a mere Profound Realm person stop me?"

Seeing this, Qu Yun became more and more angry and even jealous.

Why do all the beauties surround Jiang Zhige? Even a beauty like Ning Qiushui is willing to swear to protect Jiang Zhige?

Is it just because of Jiang Zhige’s face?

Ning Qiu Shui's eyes were solemn. She didn't bother to pay attention to Qu Yun. She sat cross-legged on the ground and took out the eight-stringed zither.

In the past, she was more of a vase to Jiang Zhige, and was not of much use in improving his cultivation or even in combat.

Ning Qiu Shui did not seek to become an empress like Su Qingqiu who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Zhige, but at least she wanted to help Jiang Zhige a little at a time like this.

Qu Yun originally wanted to ignore Ning Qiu Shui, but the next moment, the sound of a piano rang out in the emperor's tomb.

The flowing water remains the same as always, but with an added sacred aura that cannot be desecrated.

Qu Yun paused slightly. He could feel the armor around him being affected and gradually becoming unstable.

The reason why the Wild Blood Dragon Emperor was able to fight alone in the Eight Wildernesses was because of his bloodthirsty nature that became more courageous with each battle. If he were purified by Ning Qiu Shui's piano music, his fighting power would definitely be greatly reduced.

"Stupid woman!"

"You will pay for your choice!"

Qu Yun's eyes were grim, and he raised the Savage Ancestral Dragon Sword and slashed towards Ning Qiu Shui.

He showed no mercy and instantly chopped Ning Qiu Shui away.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Ning Qiu Shui's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, almost falling directly into the endless chaos behind him.

There is no order in chaos. If you don’t have enough cultivation and get lost in it, you will inevitably drift in the endless nothingness forever.

"Qiu Shui!"

Jiang Zhige's expression changed drastically, and he almost rushed out of the glass disc.

“Don’t, don’t come over here!”

Ning Qiu Shui kept coughing up blood from her mouth, staining her previously pure blue and white fairy dress red.

Jiang Zhige looked unhappy and advised: "He is not someone you can handle, so leave it to me."

Being able to defeat Ning Qiu Shui, who had already succeeded in his pursuit, with just one blow, it seemed that he had underestimated Qu Yun.

"Leave it to you? Jiang Zhige, both of you must die today."

Qu Yun sneered and strode towards the glass disc.

Ning Qiu Shui tried to stop him, but was easily chopped away by him again.

Ning Qiu Shui fell not far away. His injuries were so severe that he could hardly stand up even though he tried his best.

"Qu Yun."

Jiang Zhige's eyes were completely gloomy, and his voice was as eerie as if it came from the underworld.

In an instant, terrifying demonic power enveloped the emperor's tomb.

The demonic fog containing the origin of the imperial realm swept over, almost crushing Qu Yun into pieces.

Just like when he and Nangong Rou faced Yang Jing in Zixiao City, even if Ning Qiu Shui could still hold on, Jiang Zhige didn't want to see her suffer again.

I believe most men in the world can understand this angry feeling.

The armor around Qu Yun emitted scarlet flames, which gradually separated Jiang Zhige's surging magic fog.

"Jiang Zhige, today, either you die or I die."

Qu Yun showed no fear and walked towards him with the Savage Ancestral Dragon Sword in his hand.

When he walked to the golden chain, colorful glazed stairs appeared.

Qu Yun stepped on it, and heard the question he had asked Jiang Zhige before: "Are you qualified to take this road?"

Before Qu Yun could come to his senses, the nine towering divine pillars suddenly burst out with indescribable mighty pressure.

"puff!!"

Qu Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, stepped back more than ten steps, and only managed to steady himself by holding the knife with both hands.

If it weren't for the Daoyuan Armor protecting him, he would probably have been shattered to pieces on the spot.

"How is this possible?"

Qu Yun was filled with shock. How could such a power exist in the world? He raised his head with difficulty and saw nine magnificent shadows looking down at him from above.

Just like the previous questioning, there was clearly no sound, but Qu Yun felt two words from it that were as loud as a huge bell.

"Ants!!!"

Qu Yun was instantly knocked to his knees by the overwhelming pressure. Even though his eyes were bloodshot and he tried his best, he was unable to get up.

Qu Yun had a feeling that if he dared to walk up the glazed stairs again, even if he had the true power of an emperor, he would be crushed in an instant.

"No, impossible!"

"If there really is such a power in the world, why can Jiang Zhige get there?"

Qu Yun was unwilling and turned to look at Jiang Zhige who was standing in the center of the glass disc.

Seeing the power of the Great Dao continuously being injected into Jiang Zhige's body, Qu Yun suddenly reacted.

He did not rely on his own strength to get there, but instead obtained the recognition of nine phantoms.

With such overwhelming pressure, even a hundred emperors working together would find it difficult to break through. Only by gaining recognition and qualifications can one embark on this path.

At this moment, it seems that Qu Yun is not qualified, but Jiang Zhige is.

“Asshole! Asshole!!”

"Why?! Jiang Zhige is just a demon cultivator, how can he have all this?!"

Veins popped up on Qu Yun's forehead, and jealousy and unwillingness almost made him lose his mind.

Back then, by chance, he found a mysterious old man to deduced that he was obviously the son of destiny in this world, and he possessed the luck of all the worlds. However, now he is repeatedly defeated by Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige looked cold. According to common sense, Qu Yun was indeed the son of destiny.