Chapter 1618： If you don’t kneel, you will die.

Millions of miles of Hunyuan Cave Sky would swallow everything.

It was the two great immortal Buddha masters who couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

"Concentrate into the body, this palm, the immortal pulse supreme at the peak of the Mahayana, will also be hit hard!"

"Amitabha, before the little benefactor, didn't he really use his best?"

The two great Buddha masters whispered softly, they looked at the field, the Hunyuan Dongtian slowly healed.

A figure, almost completely wounded and lingering.

Frost Supreme, clinging to the starry sky with his spear, his body was flying with flesh and blood, even bones were exposed, and internal organs were broken.

The entire star dome is like dead silence at this moment.

so horrible!

Qing Emperor Qin Changqing! ?

He is really Qing Emperor Qin Changqing! ?

The appearance of white clothes made a shadow flash in their minds.

Now it is the person who is famous for moving the star firmament and slaying the Profound Sky.

Demon Lord Qin Xuan!

All dressed in white, all have the power to defeat the Mahayana Peak Immortal Vessel Supreme.

"Is it possible that Qing emperor Qin Changqing is the demon lord Qin Xuan!?" A Mahayana supreme couldn't help but speak, and the sound of his voice sounded, and many Mahayana monks couldn't help taking a breath.

If the Qing emperor Qin Changqing is the demon lord Qin Xuan...

But since this is the case, it shouldn't be Tianxuan who was beheaded, but Bai Qingtu.

"It shouldn't be! It's just that the two of them are too imaginative!" A Buddhist master slowly said, "The demon lord Qin Xuan is good at kendo, but this Qin Changqing is good at supernatural powers."

"At the beginning, that sword was a peerless sword in the realm of cultivation. Even the sword master of the Supreme Sword Tomb saw it personally, and the remaining sword intent has remained condensed."

"This Qin Changqing has never used a sword, but his fist, his palm, his cleverness, and the force of his stepping, all can crush the frost."

"Unless you feel that someone can comprehend Mahayana Swordsmanship, and even master such terrifying supernatural powers at the same time, without using Mahayana Swordsmanship, they can defeat such a powerful person like Frost." A candlelight flickered, "I sent my disciple to the Sky Cloud Sect once. This Qin Changqing should be no more than 500 years old. More than a hundred years ago, when Qin Changqing worshipped and entered the sect, he even had only the Golden Core Realm."

This remark shocked the hearts of many Buddhist monks present.

Some of them were the masters of Buddhism. As soon as things happened in the virtual world, many people had inquired about Qin Changqing's details.

The result is no different from the news.

Therefore, they are so shocked now. Frost may not be the strongest in the realm of comprehension. In the vast star sky, there is an existence that can make Frost so invincible, but if this person is a person with a bone age of less than five hundred, A hundred years ago, the existence of the Golden Core Realm...

It is unbelievable if the endless waves rise in the hearts of many eminent monks.

For more than a hundred years, from the golden core to the present day, it has been defeated! ?

"I once suspected that Qin Changqing was very likely to be the reincarnation of an immortal. In fact, it is not just me, everyone present should have such an idea!?" A first-class **** nun asked, and she slightly lowered her eyebrows." If this is not the case, how could the enchanting end in this world? Even in the past, how many are there?"

"In those records, some immortals' reincarnations descended from the sky to auspiciousness when they were born, singing all the way, and sweeping the entire life."

Fairy reincarnation!

These four characters made the minds of many Buddhists present turbulent.

...

In the starry sky, Qin Xuanmin went to the Eight Desolate Battle Body.

He stood with his hands behind, looking at Fushuang.

At this moment, Frost had panic, anger, and endless resentment in her eyes.

"You have won, but for this enmity, if I don't take revenge, I will swear not to be a man!" His voice was cold, Ruo squeezed out of his teeth.

Even with just this sentence, there were visceral fragments at the corner of his mouth, but blood pouring out.

He suffered too much, looking at Qin Xuan, there was a rune in his hand shining secretly, ready to escape.

"The Transboundary Immortal Talisman of Misty Xianzong is good, but do you want to escape?"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, and quietly, a white dress appeared behind Fushuang.

This is an incarnation, Qin Xuan moves his essence together.

The palm of the white cloth was like a knife, and in an instant, he tore the frosty arm and the cross-border fairy talisman fell into the hands of the incarnation of Qin Xuan.

The incarnation of white clothes seemed to look at Frost with some playfulness, and the next moment, his body was divided into ten.

Ten incarnations appeared around this floating frost.

Everyone has power no weaker than Qin Xuan.

Fighting nine styles, cutting immortals.

There are not many essences in his body, and it is not easy to be able to gather ten incarnations.

Qin Xuan's gaze was indifferent. He seldom fought with Xianxian along the way, mainly because he concealed his identity. Secondly, the magical power of Xianxuan seemed to be evil, but it was not without flaws.

The three thousand avatars are based on Qin Xuan alone, as if one person controls the three thousand avatars and fights life and death. If it is against the strong, the slightest difference is enough to decide the victory or defeat, let alone Qin Xuan has to control the three thousand.

If Qin Xuan had not been a great emperor in his previous life, I am afraid he would have been banished. He would not dare to be so arrogant and would be exhausted.

A strong warrior, with such a flaw, is almost useless, but will lose mana essence for no reason. But for the weak, it is absolutely terrifying. As far as Qin Xuan is concerned, with his current strength, three thousand white clothes can break the Mahayana of ten thousand non-immortals.

When Qin Xuan created this supernatural power, he never wanted to face the strong.

This magical power of cutting the immortal, although the strong can not be, but if it is for the Frost that has been hit hard today, it still has more power.

Fushuang's complexion changed suddenly. He looked at the ten incarnations, and at Qin Xuan standing in the distance, his calm eyes looked like sullenly.

"You want to kill me!?" Losing the greatest life-saving treasure, Frost looked as if his eyes were torn apart.

Qin Xuan didn't even say a word, Nian Dong, a transforming god, already started.

In an instant, a white robe appeared in front of Fushuang, with his hands like dragon claws falling on his shoulders.

Now...

The sound of tearing flesh and blood sounded, and Frosty's arm was abruptly torn off.

Even from it, broken bones can be seen.

"what!"

Frost hissed in pain, resounding through the sky of stars.

Qin Xuan looked at Fushuang faintly, "Kneel three times and knock nine times, I won't kill you!"

"I, Qin Changqing..."

"The words must be practiced!"

He said the previous words, the entire Star Dome, unknown to many people, took a deep breath and looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

Qin Changqing... he made Fushuang kneel three times and nine knocks! ?

It is a great gift, the most respected etiquette, but for the enemy, it is the most humiliating way.

Fushuang, but one of the twelve elders of Misty Immortal Sect, the Supreme Immortal Vessel at the peak of Mahayana, if Fushuang is kneeling on the ground, he is not kneeling, but Misty Xianzong!

Even the two great immortal Buddha masters couldn't help but stare, they looked at each other and wanted to speak.

Before they could speak, Qin Xuan spit out four words lightly.

"If you don't kneel, you die!"

Ten white incarnations flashed a touch of murderous intent in their eyes.

Fushuang, at this moment, is even more stupid, his body is trembling, his arms are broken, his body is bruised, his bones and blood are broken.

In the eyes of sentient beings that were unbelievable, or even unbelievable, the messy body knelt silently.

Touch the starry sky with your head, like knocking on a fairy god.

Although silent, to the creatures present...

Endless thunder!