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"This deity is the supreme king of the sea spirit monkey tribe in the demon sea area, the demon holy palace, how could he be slaughtered!"

"bring it on!"

With a hideous face, he roared crazily.

The long stick was raised, unleashing majestic power, advancing instead of retreating.

This time, he suppressed the despair and fear from his state of mind.

If he can not die, he will definitely improve his cultivation a lot in the future.

Unfortunately, he has no chance.

Huanghuang Jianwei and mighty Tianwei slashed fiercely on the top of his head amidst the resplendent sword light.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the fairy stick in his hand suddenly broke.

There was a muffled sound.

A sharp edge fell on his ugly head.

This sword is currently Zheng Ming's strongest sword.

The power displayed is definitely not something that Qi Lan, who is only at the peak of the first level of Xiantai Realm, can resist.

"You lost!" Zheng Ming looked at Qi Lan with a calm smile on his face.

Qi Lan stood stiff in midair, holding the broken long stick with both hands, a bloodstain on his forehead and brow was oozing bright red blood, the blood slid down his cheeks, dripping into the vast sea.

"Even if the master of this hall dies, he will die in battle!"

Qi Lan looked up at Zheng Ming, grinning wildly.

Although he was defeated, he made a move in the end.

He overcame fear, overcame despair, and broke through the confinement from the state of mind.

He lost, and the price was his life.

But instead of feeling pain, he felt an unprecedented satisfaction.

Life may die, but the dignity of the strong cannot be abandoned.

He closed his eyes with a smile, and his body fell into the sea, splashing a pure white wave.

Zheng Ming looked at the gradually disappearing waves, his eyes were as bright as stars.

"It's really a strong man worthy of respect."

The dignity of the strong is not only their own strength, but also the courage to overcome everything.

Although Qi Lan was beheaded by him, his courage to overcome despair and fear in the end is worthy of respect.

But to die is to die.

Zheng Ming just sighed, but didn't intend to do anything.

He cared more about the end of this war than Qi Lan.

He looked at the battlefield below, at those soldiers who were fighting desperately, and his heart went violent like a tide.

All the trump cards have been revealed, and the strength of Yaosheng Palace has also been fully displayed in front of him.

This battle has reached its last and most intense moment.

Next will be the battle of the end.

He jumped up suddenly and flew over Qinglan Island, wearing a dragon robe and holding a long sword high up.

On Qinglan Island, there are still [-] elite soldiers from the First Dali Legion, [-] soldiers from the Siren Clan just formed, and [-] Imperial Guards from the palace.

"I am Dali mighty!"

He raised his long sword and roared at the top of his lungs.

"I am Dali mighty!"

On Qinglan Island, thousands of soldiers responded.

They held their heads up and looked at the figure in the sky. That tiny figure was like a grain of sand in the sky and the earth, but in their hearts it was an extremely majestic and respected existence.

Hearing the responses from the soldiers, Zheng Ming showed a wanton smile that had never appeared on his delicate face.

"For Dali's glory, follow me to kill the enemy!"

The long sword in his hand fell suddenly, pointing directly at the boundless sea and the countless demon saint palace army.

"kill!"

Under the blessing of the mighty Tianwei, the tearing shouts of killing spread for hundreds of miles.

"kill!"

On Qinglan Island, the soldiers flushed with excitement and rushed out of the island like madmen.

There was only one thought in their minds.

For Dali's glory, kill the enemy!

With a wave of Zheng Ming's hand, the imperial chariot Long Yu came galloping towards him.

Riding on the imperial chariot, he held his long sword high and charged into the chaotic army with mighty Tianwei.

The imperial chariot is like a building, and the three dragon souls are speeding as fast as they are real. The Huanghuang Sword Power releases a sharp sword light, cutting the world with rage.

Without Zhu Qingling, without Luo Ling and Bai Qiyu's obstruction, this battlefield is the place where Zheng Ming gallops.

Zheng Ming, who was a little too excited, plunged directly into the densely packed sea monster army with one car and one person.

Little Fuzi behind was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"Quick, quick, protect Your Majesty!"

Xiao Fuzi hurriedly summoned Chen Qi and Zheng Lun to rush into the battlefield.

Although he knew that Zheng Ming's strength was very strong, it was somewhat unreliable for him to charge in the battlefield as an emperor.

In fact, little Fuzi didn't need to say, Chen Qi and Zheng Lun had already rushed into the battlefield.

But their speed was not as fast as Zheng Ming's in the imperial car.

Even if they rode the fiery-eyed golden-eyed beast, they still couldn't catch up with the dragon's imperial chariot.

When they caught up with Zheng Ming, Zheng Ming had already rushed out of the army of the Demon Saint Palace.

"It's a good time to come, rush back with me!"

Zheng Ming watched Chen Qi and Zheng Lun chasing after him, and shouted loudly.

Then turned around and rushed into the army of the Demon Saint Palace again.

Chen Qi and Zheng Lun looked at each other, but had no choice but to catch up again.

4 Chapter Fifty You Are Not a Monster Race!

And just as Zheng Ming charged willfully on the battlefield, the battle of the people above entered the most intense moment.

White Qiyu manifests the body of a beast, turning into a giant beast with a pure white body and covered with scales. Its head is like a dragon, its shape is like a horse, its shape is like that of a deer, its tail is like that of an ox, and it can spit out water waves.

As soon as the dragon's mouth spits out, it will be a water dragon rushing to the sky, attacking the Great Immortal Yangli.

Seeing her appearance, Yang Li couldn't help chuckling and said: "I didn't expect you, a monster, to have Qilin blood. It just so happens that His Majesty lacks a mount. Your appearance is suitable."

Yang Li's loyalty to Zheng Ming is undeniable. He always thinks about Zheng Ming in everything he does, and wants to dedicate to Zheng Ming whenever he encounters something good.

She is simply a peerless monster.

roar~~

Bai Qiyu let out a roar, the roar was like thunder.

She is the majestic Demon Saint Palace Demon Lord, this old goat actually wanted her to be used as a mount for someone else.

Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it!

Bai Qiyu was full of anger, staring at a pair of round eyes, releasing wild water waves, and rushed towards Yang Li fiercely.

Yang Li pulled the duster with a calm expression.

"Look at how the poor Taoists make waves!"

As he spoke, he turned the whisk in his hand.

As the whisk turned, a howling hurricane suddenly rose.

The hurricane rolled the water waves created by the white qiyu and turned into a hundred-foot-long water dragon, soaring up into the sky like a dragon absorbing water.

Bai Qiyu was in the water dragon, the huge rotating force made her unable to control her body shape, she could only follow the water to rotate, and she was a little dizzy for a while.

But she still didn't stop, instead she rushed towards Yang Li in the sky even more furiously.

roar~~

Roaring again and again, Bai Qiyu approached Yangli resolutely along the swirling water.

Yang Li looked at her angry look, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"It's your luck to be His Majesty's mount, but you still dare to resist, you don't know what to do!"

I saw him raising his left and right sides and grabbing at the cloudy sky above.

"Thunderstorm!"

Above the cloudy clouds, thunder lights shine, connecting to the wind and water dragon like a spider web.

Boom~~

There was a continuous thunder, and the terrifying thunder poured into the water dragon.

Bai Qiyu's impact stopped abruptly, and the huge beast body became stiff.

She waited for the big bulging eyes, both angry and frightened.

This thunderbolt actually directly blasted away the true energy in her body, it didn't make her lose her cultivation, it just made her lose all the true energy.

Without true energy, she can't display any abilities, and can only fight with her body.

Of course, even if she only uses physical strength, her strength is still very strong.

But at this time, she was facing Yangli, and she was no match with real energy, let alone without real energy.

Before she could react, the sheep from above flew down suddenly.

The white Taoist robe was like a fish in water amidst the water dragon and thunder, and appeared in front of Bai Qiyu in the blink of an eye.

huh~~

A hasty whistling sound sounded, and Fuchen slammed on Bai Qiyu's body with a sharp thunder light.

"Be honest with Pindao, don't seek your own death."

Yang Li shouted angrily.

Bai Qiyu was whipped, and the pain was unbearable immediately, and she let out a miserable howl.

She was furious and wanted to attack Yang Li, but Yang Li didn't give her a chance at all, and sent her several thunders.

After a few flashes of thunder, Bai Qiyu's originally pure white scales were covered with scorched scars.

Finally, she no longer dared to resist, and could only let out a miserable howl.

Yang Li seemed to feel that it was almost done, so he stopped.

"Hmph, be honest, when Pindao dedicates you to His Majesty in the future, if you can gain His Majesty's favor, you will be of great benefit."

"Pindao, this is for your own good, don't ask for beating again."

Yang Li held his whisk in his arms, hung in front of Bai Qiyu, and said earnestly.

Bai Qiyu kept complaining in her heart: "For my own good? Damn demon, why don't you go and serve as a mount for your Majesty, why do you insist on me!"

However, she only dared to complain in her heart, but she didn't dare to speak out, after all, the lightning whisk was too painful to her body.

Yang Li didn't know that she was complaining in her heart, even if she knew, she wouldn't care.