The Prison Emperor returns to be a baby daddy

Tens of breaths later.

Li Changsheng relied on his strong cultivation and spiritual consciousness to take the lead in discovering the traces of Ge Yuhua and others on the way back.

Seeing that the four girls, Ge Yuhua and Shen Xiaoru, were all safe and sound, the big stone hanging in Ye Qijue's heart finally fell to the ground.

Although the women's faces were pale and looked like they were surviving the disaster, they were not injured.

Seeing this, Ye Qijue said with relief: "Don't worry, it will be fine once you return to the Holy Land."

With a strong Holy Emperor like Li Changsheng escorting him, Ye Qijue felt that there should be no danger.

After all, the two half-immortal old monsters were all held back by their master, Fu Guhong.

When Shen Xiaoru heard this, her tight Qing'e eyebrows slowly relaxed and spread.

She patted her chest and said angrily to Ye Qijue with lingering fear: "Qijue, you almost scared me to death just now."

Although Shen Xiaoru and the other girls had achieved breakthroughs in cultivation some time ago, they were only in the realm of saints.

Just now, Li Changsheng, Li Fuqing and others fought, and the aftermath of the battle alone razed Donghai City to the ground.

That terrifying aura, not to mention the saint monks, even Ge Yuhua, the ninth-grade saint king, was wet with cold sweat.

Lan Qingyi looked at Ye Qijue with a bitter smile on her face. She knew that her husband had caused a big trouble this time.

These are four geniuses at the level of the Holy Sons, and the Four Holy Lands will never give up!

If it hadn't been for Li Changsheng's great help today, I am afraid that their group would have died long ago.

Seeing the expressions of the women, who were still frightened, Ye Qijue used the phantom of the Qingdi Tower to cover the women under the immortal weapon.

When Li Changsheng saw this, he nodded with exhaustion on his face and said at the same time: "Let's go, it's not safe here. Let's return to the Holy Land first."

The voice just fell.

The next second, Li Changsheng's face suddenly changed drastically, his body instantly tensed upright, and his face was full of warning.

Ye Qijue, who saw this scene, was about to ask aloud, but then there was a strong spatial fluctuation from all around, and a dark crack in the void was seen lying in front of everyone, blocking the way forward.

"Go? Kill the people in my Hunyuan Holy Land. I'll see where you go!"

This loud shout was like a bell exploding in the sky, and the sound contained endless murderous intent.

The next moment, I saw a slender middle-aged man wearing a simple green robe and holding a Taiyi whisk, leading two ninth-grade holy kings to slowly walk out of the crack in the void.

The middle-aged man in the lead had a majestic appearance and a scowl on his face. He was as fierce as a tiger. Although his temples were gray, he still looked noble and majestic, giving him a terrifying aura.

Seeing that his retreat was blocked, Li Changsheng looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Xu Weiyang!"

Hearing these words, Ye Qijue beside him sank instantly, and his muscles tensed together instantly.

Xu Weiyang!

The contemporary Holy Master of Hunyuan Holy Land! !

The perfect cultivation level of the ninth-grade Saint Emperor is the most powerful person in the entire Canglan Realm who stomps his feet and shakes three times!

If Li Changsheng was in a perfect state, he might be able to fight against his opponent with the help of the divine weapon.

However, after the Holy Emperor War, Li Changsheng was defeated by one against four, and his own strength was running low.

I'm afraid he is not Xu Weiyang's opponent now! !

Obviously, Li Changsheng also understood this. He said to Ye Qijue's spiritual consciousness in a solemn tone: "Uncle Junior, it seems that I want to borrow your magic weapon again."

Without saying a word, Ye Qijue quickly summoned the Great Luo Divine Sword from the inner world and handed it to Li Changsheng.

Holding the Great Luo Divine Sword, the divine weapon for protecting the Tao, with the power of heaven and earth condensing into his body, the panic on Li Changsheng's face was reduced a bit.

He sent a message: "Little uncle, I will hold on for a moment for you. Ge Yuhua, please quickly take your uncle back to the Holy Land, and then inform Lao Wu to immediately activate the sect-protecting formation!"

Fifth Elder Chen Yan, as the formation master of the Holy Land, is also in charge of the sect's protective formation.

Now that Li Changsheng is being held back by Xu Weiyang, Holy Master of Hunyuan, and Fu Guhong is also held back by two powerful semi-immortals, it can be said that it is time for the life and death of Taiyi Holy Land!

Ge Yuhua naturally understood the seriousness of the matter, and he quickly nodded in agreement.

Xu Weiyang, who was not far away, seemed to be aware of Li Changsheng's thoughts. He sneered: "Old man Li Changsheng, Old Monster Fu is now being held back by my ancestor Hunyuan and the ancestor Ao Shun of the Dragon Clan. Let's see who will save you this time. !”

The Holy Son of Hunyuan was beheaded unexpectedly at night, and the elder Li Fuqing also died!

Now his Hunyuan Holy Land and Taiyi Holy Land have reached the point where they will never stop fighting.

If it weren't for the fact that the two demon sects are far away and the two Qianluo states are still hundreds of thousands of miles away, I'm afraid all the half-immortal old monsters from the four holy lands will appear this time!

Seeing Xu Weiyang's determined look, Li Changsheng tightened the Daluo Divine Sword in his hand. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Haha, it's not certain who will win!"

After saying that, Li Changsheng turned into an afterimage, and the Tao Yun around his body burst out to form a celestial radiance, cutting through the space along the way, and killed Xu Weiyang with the force of thunder.

When Xu Weiyang saw this, he turned his head and nodded to the two Saint King Ninth Grade beside him. The next moment, the two Saint King monks tore apart the space and flew towards Ye Qijue in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, one person killed Ge Yuhua, and the other, a younger black-robed holy king, killed Ye Qijue.

After doing this, Xu Weiyang raised his hand and held out a spear-shaped top-quality spiritual treasure to greet him.

Seeing that Ge Yuhua was also stopped, Ye Qijue knew that it would be difficult to escape safely unless he killed the two Holy Kings of Hunyuan Holy Land in front of him.

Thinking of this, he raised his hands to seal the secret, and the inner heaven and earth in his body shook violently, and countless laws and principles flashed with bursts of immortal light at this moment.

He looked at the black-robed holy king dozens of feet away, and immediately sacrificed the Qingdi Pagoda. After pouring in a massive amount of the power of heaven and earth, the Qingdi Pagoda bloomed with infinite brilliance.

In an instant, the aura of the majestic immortal weapon shot straight into the sky, and the power of heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles was directly forcibly restrained.

Ye Qijue was holding the Qingdi Pagoda. His black hair was blowing in the wind at the moment, and he was full of fighting spirit.

"kill!"

After this loud shout, Ye Qijue carried the Qingdi Pagoda with one hand and fiercely suppressed the black-robed Saint King with fierce power.

"Damn it! What kind of magic weapon is this?" Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the Qing Emperor Tower, the black-robed Holy King felt his soul tremble, making him feel like he was facing the heaven and earth directly, as if a true immortal was standing there. Like in front of him.

The black-robed Saint King cursed secretly in his heart, but he did not panic.

"Ninth level versus fourth level, I have the advantage!"

After thinking of this, the black-robed Saint King quickly launched a counterattack.

The spiritual light flashed in his hand, and then a bloody sword-shaped spiritual treasure appeared immediately.

The black-robed Saint King held the Lingbao tightly and struck with his sword with a fierce look on his face.

Stab! !

Several blood-colored sword lights that were ten thousand feet long broke through the void, emitting majestic power and instantly locked onto Ye Qijue.

The monks in the same territory were not willing to bite the bullet and take the all-out blow from the ninth-grade Saint King.

He believed that if he were Ye Qijue, facing these two swords would be enough to despair, and he would even stay where he is and be killed!

However, the next moment, the sneer on the black-robed Saint King's face froze instantly, his eyes stared like bells, his mouth opened wide, and he looked a little stunned!