But throughout history, there are very few people who can open the Taoist Palace.
Even in ancient times, there were very few of them.
Upon hearing this, Ye Changqing fell into deep thought.
I... can enter the Taoist Palace again.
If we can take out the remaining few quasi-imperial weapons of killing.
Then the strength of the guards around you will also be greatly increased.
Of course... there is a big problem, that is, there is not much of the Saint-level Origin Qi on him.
He once reached the third level by relying on the innate spiritual technique.
However, at least we have the means to deal with the many immortal sects. In the future, we don't have to be afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind when doing things, and we can act freely.
"It seems that we need to put the matter of entering the Dao Palace on the agenda and reach the Tianxuan realm as soon as possible."
"I'll start working on a breakthrough in the next two days. Only then can I feel at ease."
There are too many old guys staring at Qingyang Sect.
When this thought came to my mind, I looked up at the sky, which was constantly shaking, as if I wanted to make the heaven and earth sink.
"boom!"
"boom!"
With the addition of a young man in black robe, the situation changed instantly.
Saint Tianwu struggled to block the attacking ancient tripod, his expression deep and could no longer remain calm.
Looking at the black-robed young man in front of him, he exclaimed: "Who are you? Why are you helping the Qingyang Sect?"
Why is there an extra saint for no reason?
The Qingyang Sect has not appeared in tens of thousands of years.
"Who do you think you are to know my name!" The spirit of the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron snorted coldly, dragged the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron, and smashed it down suddenly.
The astonishing power made the whole world tremble.
Su Tianyang, who was fighting, was also slightly stunned, and instantly understood the situation. It seemed that Changqing had used the holy-level original energy to allow the quasi-emperor weapon spirit to temporarily restore its combat power.
But the most important thing now is to repel the Tianwu Saint first.
"Big Sun Shining Sun, kill!"
Countless array patterns condensed and transformed into huge suns, attacking directly.
Saint Tianwu felt exhausted, wounds kept appearing on his body, and brilliant golden holy blood spilled into the sky.
This feeling of being crushed... is too familiar.
He had also experienced this with Su Haoran tens of thousands of years ago.
Could it be that... he didn't die?
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