Outside of Time

There was an uproar in the Holy City. Those Yanyue monks who had challenged Xu Qing had their eyes flashing and did not act rashly.

For some of them, the value of the challenge is not to actually take action, but to gain a reputation.

Previously, I saw that Xu Qing never accepted the challenge, and there were secret hands behind it, so these monks just chose to follow the crowd. As for this moment... they have no idea of ​​taking action.

All I wanted to do was watch a show.

However, there are some Yanyue monks who want to challenge Xu Qing from the bottom of their hearts. They cannot accept that a human race is superior to their own race.

This feeling of shame made them angry.

This type of monks often have certain trump cards and are confident in themselves. Even though they heard about Xu Qing's achievements along the way and the death of Crown Prince Mingnan,...

For them, the meaning of life is not reflected in length, but in brightness.

Rather than bowing their heads and living a mediocre life, what they want more is brilliance and glory. Even if it is only for a moment, this life is worth it.

The Yanyue Xuantian Clan is a clan with tough folk customs, and it is also a terrifying clan.

So the next moment, dozens of Yanyue monks immediately rose into the sky, showing the aura of the first level of Guixu, turned into a rainbow, and headed straight outside the city.

Furthermore, the power of physical talent exploded in their bodies, forming qi and blood.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and traces were revealed inside. The combined power of dozens of cultivators caused the sky to ripple, as if there was an invisible big hand, suppressing Xu Qing.

I want to connect Xu Qing's body with Hongxia's blood and destroy it directly.

And Yan Yue's background can also be seen from here.

You must know that in the remote areas of the human race, the Guixu monks are already the overlords, but within the Yanyue Xuantian clan, they are just the leaders.

At this moment, these dozens of Guixu First Order, with a rainbow-like momentum, with the intention of extermination and suppression, pierced the sky, setting off sharp air-piercing roars, rushing out of the city without any pause, and each took action towards Xu Qing.

Within the Yanyue Xuantian clan, even if it is a challenge, they will not forcibly restrict one-on-one. In Yanyue Xuantian's understanding, the strong... do not appear in one-on-one situations.

The real strong man, the one who can truly convince people, is the one who can defeat one against a hundred, or one against a thousand, thus showing the supreme domineering cultivation to suppress his contemporaries.

Only this type of monks will be recognized as geniuses within the Yanyue Xuantian Clan.

Therefore, they took action without any hesitation. For a moment, the streaks in the sky seemed to be alive, turning into silver golden dragons, roaring in all directions.

There are also dozens of extraordinary magic weapons, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, accompanying the Dao marks. At the end, there is the explosion of the supernatural and physical power of hundreds of thousands of monks.

The laws collapsed here, the rules dimmed here, wind, rain, thunder and lightning intertwined in chaos, spring, summer, autumn and winter changed in an orderly manner, all descending on Xu Qing's place.

Xu Qing raised his head with cold eyes. He felt the blur of rules and regulations around him, and felt the squeezing coming from all over his body.

I also felt a sense of being confined.

This is the reaction brought about by the power of heaven being expelled from this place, and it is also a sign that the heaven from the enemy has replaced everything.

But it doesn't matter, since the changes of the four seasons here are chaotic and the power of nature is disordered, then...if you are strong, even the mountain winds and waves will be unable to shake it at all.

The next moment, millions of soul threads burst out from Xu Qing's body and quickly gathered behind him. The first divine state appeared, followed by the second divine form, and then the third divine form.

Xu Qing did not intend to delay or give the enemy a chance to counterattack, so when he took action, he used crushing force.

This is his habit.

So in an instant, the third spirit's state emitted terrifying fluctuations, the power of the poison ban exploded, the power of the purple moon rose, the blood also cheered, and the world was red.

Like red clouds falling to the ground, covering all directions, obscuring all exploration.

At this moment, in the three holy cities, gazes and spiritual thoughts were spreading, and some even rose into the sky to pay attention from a distance.

Although you can't see the details in the red clouds, you can feel the general feeling through the fluctuations.

There were spectators here, as well as those who were preparing to take action. They were all observing Xu Qing's true combat power.

But most of their expressions were calm and calm, whether it was their expressions or their hearts. Although they were concerned, the disturbance was not big.

Because they are from the Yanyue Xuantian ethnic group.

Because they are one of the super wealthy families in Wanggu Continent.

Because, under the three gods, they are superior in most areas of the world, and every group hunting can affect the hearts of countless groups.

The dignity brought by this ethnic group and their own pride make them not care about the subordinate tribes.

Xu Qing's place is also special because he has won the chief position of the Great Hunting and a series of achievements.

It's just that... this calmness and calmness changed to varying degrees after ten breaths, as screams and screams came from the red clouds in the sky and earth.

The next moment, the figures of two Yanyue monks rushed out from the red clouds. Each looked horrified and tried to escape at full speed. However, one of them did not rush far, and a roar came from the glow behind him.

Countless blood-colored tentacles connected by soul threads came quickly from within and caught up with him, leaving him no chance to struggle. They wrapped around him in an instant, penetrated his flesh and blood, and penetrated his body.

A sharp tug.

There was despair in the eyes of the Yanyue cultivator, and he was dragged directly into the red clouds. Then, the specific red clouds could not be seen clearly, and a shrill wail echoed in the red clouds that shocked people's hearts.

The other escapee, with the same frightened look on his face, went straight to the Holy City.

As long as he steps in, he can survive. After all, no action is allowed in the Holy City.

But when he was only ten feet away from the Holy City, his body suddenly stopped, the frightened expression on his face was replaced by a smile, his body also stopped, and he smiled strangely at the Holy City.

But the fear in his eyes was even more intense.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hands, pressed his neck, squeezed it hard, and the clicking sound echoed, and he spun around in a large circle, and then his body burned, and he died of spontaneous combustion visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the loud noise in Hongxia was deafening, and it turned into fragments. The waves that erupted from inside were swept away, revealing the corpses that were rapidly decaying and dissipating all over the ground.

And the figure of the god standing there, covered in blood, with countless bloody tentacles, surrounded by a lake of blood.

Calmly, looking at the Holy City, he still didn't say a word.

The Yanyue monks in the three holy cities all looked solemn. They stared at the same figure in different areas, and their hearts stirred.

On the one hand, this disturbance comes from the deaths of dozens of his compatriots, but the bigger disturbance is...Xu Qing's peace.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, he just stood there and looked at the Holy City.

Vaguely, the aura of the repressive era seemed to be emerging on him.

Even some of Yanyue's older generation of monks felt their hearts wavering at this moment.

"The great genius of the human race..."

The human race, once the most powerful race in Wanggu Continent!

Nowadays, the sun sets in the west, and one generation is not as good as the other, but after all, there are still bright lights that occasionally shine in the sky and the earth, reflecting in the memories of the older generation of monks like Yan Yue.

At the same time, the dozens of talented cultivators from various ethnic groups in Yanyue recorded in the First Prince's second jade slip that day were also in the Holy City.

But at this moment, no one chose to take action.

As Xu Qing had thought, their goal was the mounts in the second stage, which would enhance their combat power and allow them to achieve greater gains in the third stage.

All actions during this period must be worthwhile. If you choose to fight Xu Qing to the death, no matter you win or lose, you will definitely be injured. If you miss the follow-up hunt, the gain will not be worth the loss.

Therefore, in their respective caves, they just sensed the outside of the city and then withdrew their spiritual thoughts.

The great geniuses that the eldest princes told Xu Qing were among them.

At this moment, in the Xingyan Holy City, on top of a luxurious tower, a young man with an indifferent expression sat cross-legged.

On his lap was a black heavy sword, which exuded a strong smell of blood.

Sitting there, he was dressed in black robes and had long hair. The dense patterns of Yanyue's clan spread all over his body, including his face. Between the flickering of light and dark, there was a terrifying fluctuation.

The physical body has become extraordinary and holy, and the cultivation level is even more difficult to detect. Only the aura emanating from the body can judge the degree of perfection of the realm of Guixu.

This person is none other than Tianmozi, the fourth in the Yanyue clan.

The dense patterns and heavy sword are his characteristics.

His eyes also fell outside the city. He had heard about Xu Qing and knew about his achievements. He also understood who was behind this incident.

But he didn't want to get involved. Fighting with the genius was no longer his way. What he wanted was the blood in the divine realm.

So he just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and ignored it.

At the same time, in a restaurant in the Holy City of Moon Flame, a young man dressed as a scribe in a blue robe was sitting. His clothes were similar to those of the human race, and his appearance was even softer. He was sitting opposite the two Flame Moon girls. Xiu joked.

"What do you think of that human race?"

"I've heard of him. He's interesting."

The young man smiled as he tasted the dishes and spoke with a smile.

The two female cultivators opposite them had sweet smiles, and their looks were still human, but their skin color was not normal, their expressions remained unchanged, and they didn't even move.

There were a lot of other guests in the restaurant. At first glance, it looked like it would be lively, but all the guests were motionless and kept in various postures.

Not far away, the store owner opened his mouth and seemed to be shouting.

At the stairs, the guy raised his feet and was about to come up.

If you observe carefully, you can see that all the people here are not living beings at all, but puppets made of jade.

In the entire restaurant, that young man was the only survivor.

And among the Yanyue Xuantian clan, there is one person who particularly likes this kind of puppet.

That is the third in the Yanyue sequence... Mortal Twin.

At this moment, after talking to himself, he nodded slightly.

"You are right, his eyes do look a bit like your kind."

"So, what do you guys think, should I let him join you?"