I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiu wiped away the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder from his palm, put his hands behind his back with a warm smile on his face.

"It seems that the beasts of the Moon-Bearing Holy Land are indeed extraordinary. I underestimated them."

According to Yan Xiu's calculations, the thunder dragon he just summoned was enough to wipe out the peak of the Tiangang realm.

However, there was no movement in this vertical pupil, and the Thunder Dragon was inexplicably wiped out.

He touched his chin and thought to himself.

"Is this the pressure from a divine beast? Why haven't I felt it from Qingluan?"

Then he shook his head and laughed in his heart.

Every day Qingluan either plays in the mountains and forests or in the clouds, or takes pills and practices.

There hasn't even been a battle, so how can we talk about releasing pressure?

And I don't need it to fight, it just needs to be a mascot quietly.

Seeing Yan Xiu lost in thought, Hong Qingtian guessed that he must be intimidated by the might of the divine beast, and he spoke immediately.

"My friend, I will give you one more chance. If you stop here, what I said before will still count, and you and I can share the fortune of the Great Yuan Dynasty."

After all, his first plan this time was to defeat the enemy without fighting.

As long as Yan Xiu agreed to his suggestion, he would have plenty of ways to get rid of it quietly in the future.

Yan Xiu came back to his senses after hearing this, and said with a slightly apologetic smile: "Ah, I was negligent, but I appreciate your opinion."

Yan Xiu adjusted the Ziyuan Sword hanging on his waist and continued, "If the sacred beasts of the Holy Land and you have any other abilities, please use them together. Otherwise, there will be no chance anymore."

My previous attack was just a test.

If the game starts with a royal bomb, wouldn't Hong Qingtian be scared away on the spot?

Hong Qingtian was so angry when he heard this, but he laughed and said, "Okay, okay! I want to see how capable a young boy like you is!"

After saying that, he shook out a few pieces of jade from his sleeves again and threw them at the vertical pupil.

Suddenly, wisps of green smoke rose up and merged into the vertical pupils.

The vertical pupils that absorbed the green smoke underwent changes visible to the naked eye.

The already dense bloodshot became more and more numerous, almost filling up the entire white of the eye, forming a blood-red vertical pupil.

The next moment, that extremely frightening power appeared again, sweeping everyone's hearts.

At this time, blood began to flow from the seven orifices of some warriors, and their consciousness gradually became blurred.

"What's going on? I feel dizzy."

"Me too, I feel like all the strength has been drained away..."

"Oh no, close your five senses quickly!"

Someone noticed something was wrong, but it was too late.

More and more people began to bleed from all their orifices and collapsed to the ground.

The vertical pupils began to emit waves of invisible pressure, which felt as if it was going to tear a person's body apart.

Even Hong Qingtian's face looked slightly pale.

It seems that even the head master finds it difficult to withstand the power of the sacred beast of the Holy Land of the Moon.

Yan Xiu's eyes suddenly lit up.

“This is actually the power of divine consciousness!”

As a cultivator, Yan Xiu is naturally very familiar with the power of spiritual consciousness.

When he realized that the power emanating from the vertical pupils was spiritual consciousness, he couldn't help but be shocked.

It seems that the divine beast of the Yue-Han Holy Land is indeed extraordinary and can even cultivate divine consciousness.

Moreover, this spiritual power has obviously been cultivated to a certain level, and even a peak Tiangang realm warrior like Hong Qingtian will be affected by it.

But for Yan Xiu, this spiritual awareness was obviously too weak.

Thinking of this, he wanted more and more to capture the sacred beast of the Moon-Holding Holy Land and take a closer look at what it was.

At this moment, a thick fog rose without warning between heaven and earth, and the entire capital city was shrouded in white mist.

Hong Qingtian suddenly felt that his condition was getting worse and worse, so he hurriedly took out a bottle of pills, poured out a few pills and swallowed them.

This pill has only one function, which is to resist the mysterious aura of vertical pupils.

After taking the pill, Hong Qingtian's complexion improved significantly.

Before the fog became thicker, he stared at Yan Xiu and spoke in a condescending tone.

"You are courting death!"

As the white fog gradually thickened, Hong Qingtian's words and those of others were drowned in the white mist.

The world seemed to have fallen into silence.

Hong Qingtian's originally serious expression became relaxed at this moment, because he knew that Yan Xiu would definitely not escape death.

In order to deal with Dao Zun, he brought out all the few soul stones in the holy land, so as to kill Yan Xiu in one fell swoop and eliminate future troubles.

After a long time, Hong Qingtian realized that something was wrong.

Why has there been no movement for so long?

Although Yan Xiu's cultivation level is at the same peak of the Tiangang Realm as his own.

But after swallowing the pill, I was able to resist the mysterious power of the vertical pupils much longer than him.

Logically speaking, if Yan Xiu had not died of bleeding from all seven orifices, he should have made some noise.

But now the surroundings were completely silent, which made Hong Qingtian feel a little uneasy.

"Could it be that this Taoist has some trick up his sleeve?"

Just as he was thinking, the breath coming from the mist in front of him made his body tremble violently and his pupils suddenly shrink.

Suddenly, two balls of light like flames rose up from the thick white fog in front of me.

A vague and tall shadow suddenly rose from the ground and appeared before them.

"This is...."

Hong Qingtian looked surprised and murmured.

Even the originally indifferent vertical pupils at the side changed, and a strange look appeared in the originally ferocious eyes.

Hong Qingtian gritted his teeth and waved his bare arms gently.

The surrounding mist gradually gathered around him as he waved his arms, and slowly wandered around as if it were given life.

Soon, hundreds of various weapons formed by white mist appeared behind Hong Qingtian.

He clapped his hands, and suddenly countless white shadows shot out from behind him with a sound of breaking through the air, flying towards the shadow that frightened him.

However, these attacks fell on the dark shadows like a drop in the ocean, without causing even the slightest ripple.

Hong Qingtian took a big step forward and grabbed with his right hand casually. Suddenly, a two-meter-long white sword appeared out of thin air.

He held the sword in both hands and slashed out a stream of sword energy.

'laugh! ’

Hong Qingtian, who thought that this attack would be successful, suddenly looked gloomy and felt confused.

"What on earth is this?"

But he did not give up, and continued to slash out hundreds of sword energies that were dozens of feet in size, but the result was still the same as before, no movement.

He had no choice but to turn his head and look at the vertical pupil and take out the last two soul stones.

But this time the soul stone did not emit green smoke as usual, and Hong Qingtian's face suddenly changed.

The sacred beast of the holy land is scared!