In front of the Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace and Primordial Dao Sect formation, it was as silent as a tomb.
Nine Tribulations High Person stood up holding on to the armrest of the seat.
The armrest silently turned into powder under his palm.
His lips were blue and purple, the thunder crystals between his brows flickered on and off, and his entire face was twisted to the extreme with anger.
Damn Lei Jiuxiao is a genius that their Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace has rarely seen in nearly ten thousand years!
They have always been trained according to the position of patriarch!
He was trampled to death by this guy!
"Zhou Qi!!!"
Nine Tribulations High Person's voice was like nine thunders exploding at the same time, and the entire mountain gate was shaking.
Just as he was about to step forward, a vast and boundless pressure stopped him in his tracks.
"What's wrong, fellow Daoist Jiujie! Are you confused? You told me before the competition started that it doesn't matter whether you live or die! Now you can't afford to lose anymore?"
Li Fuguang took a step forward, with a smile on his lips, and returned exactly what Nine Tribulations High Person had just said to him.
Jiujie's face was gloomy and he took a few heavy breaths and stopped talking.
The bullet fired a few hours ago hit me right between the eyebrows!
Nine Tribulations High Person took a deep breath and forced the surging lightning back into his body.
He turned his head and looked at Rainbow Daoist beside him. "Changhong, call you Primordial Dao Sect for the finale. I want Zhou Qi to die. He must die!"
Rainbow Daoist didn't answer immediately.
He sat on the jade throne of Scarlet Firmament Flying Boat, his brows furrowed, and his gaze fell on the green-robed figure in the center of the ring across a distance of several hundred feet.
"Jiujie." Rainbow Daoist suddenly said.
"Huh?" Nine Tribulations High Person frowned.
"There's something wrong with this kid."
Nine Tribulations High Person narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"The cultivation level shown by Zhou Qi is no more than Integration Realm First Layer, but the power of space that he just locked on Lei Jiuxiao is definitely not something Integrated Body First Layer can control."
Nine Tribulations High Person's eyes flashed with lightning, and his face became a little darker. "What exactly do you want to say?"
Rainbow Daoist looked at Nine Tribulations High Person seriously. "I mean, my sect's Yun Changqing is really good, but it's still unknown whether he can win against this Zhou Qi."
"It's better... to kill him!"
"No matter how strong Zhou Qi is, Spiritual Power is not infinite. Wait until his breath slackens a little and exposes his flaws, then let Yun Changqing go up and take it down in one fell swoop!"
Nine Tribulations High Person A flash of thought flashed in his eyes.
Primordial Dao Sect and Yun Changqing are their trump cards.
This year he is just ninety-nine years old, and his physical strength has reached Integration Realm Third Layer!
It is two levels higher than Lei Jiuxiao.
"It makes sense!" Nine Tribulations High Person exhaled a heavy breath. "I will do as you say, grind him to death first, and then let Yun Changqing go up, and I will cut him into pieces!"
Rainbow Daoist nodded, then looked sideways at the front of the Primordial Dao Sect's formation, his lips moving slightly.
A thin message fell into the ears of the young man in black robe.
The young man's eyelids trembled and he said nothing.
It's just that the cross-legged posture that had been loosened was returned to sitting back.
Rainbow Daoist turned his attention to the Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace in front of the formation, and Primordial Dao Sect's disciples who had not yet entered the field, but with an undoubted pressure:
"In the next few games, you will play in turn."
"Remember, don't fight head-on. If you can force him to attack, use it. If you can use it up, use it up. If you feel you are losing, give up immediately!"
"Yes." A Primordial Dao Sect disciple stood up, his face turned pale, but he still nodded.
Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace Over there, a sturdy disciple also stood out from the crowd.
He took a deep breath, his eyes full of hatred and fear, but finally stepped onto the ring.
On the ring, Zhou Qi still stood proudly where he was.
Seeing someone coming up again, he raised his eyelids and said, "Oh, someone is here again?"
The sturdy disciple stepped onto the ring, with a faint light of lightning under his feet. He was obviously a good Spirit Transformation Peak player.
He looked at Zhou Qi, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and finally he bit the bullet and clasped his fists. "Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace, Stonebreaker Mountain! Please!"
Zhou Qi nodded.
Standing still, turn your right hand up from your sleeve, palm facing up, and then press it down heavily.
In an instant, it seemed as if there was an invisible force pulling down the sky.
A huge palm made entirely of gray-white Spiritual Power struck the strong disciple headfirst with great force.
The burly disciple looked up in shock and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Just as he was about to dodge, he suddenly realized that his whole body was condensed on the spot, making him unable to move!
At this moment, he even forgot to admit defeat and forgot to shout. His mouth opened as wide as possible, and only despair remained on his face.
"Boom--!"
The entire arena suddenly sank.
Smoke and dust spewed out from around the arena like a tornado, and even half of the sea of clouds in front of the mountain gate was shaken away.
When the smoke and dust slowly faded away, there was no trace of the strong disciple on the stage.
All that was left was a huge palm print several feet deep, with charred ashes scattered in the wind around the edge.
Zhou Qi glanced at the ground, retracted his hand, shook his cuffs slightly, and stood with his hands behind his back.
"Come again!"
Another disciple came on the stage, his calves were trembling, and he didn't know who pushed him onto the ring.
Zhou Qi didn't hold back at all, waiting for the other party to stand still, then raised his hand and waved.
A gray-white palm wind swept past.
The disciple didn't even finish telling his name before he flew out of the ring like a broken kite and shattered into several pieces in the air, with blood raining down one after another.
"Okay!! Well done, Senior Brother Zhou!"
Primordial Immortal Sect In front of the formation, I don't know who was the first to shout.
The sound is extremely relaxing and enjoyable!
Immediately afterwards, a chorus of shouts exploded like Wasteland being ignited.
"Senior Brother Zhou is invincible!"
"See! This is the strength of my Primordial Immortal Sect!"
"Who was smiling just now? Smile again! Give Grandpa another smile!"
"Beat! Beat them to death! Let them feel what it feels like to be crushed to death!"
Then came the third one who appeared.
This time it was a disciple of the Primordial Dao Sect, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper. As soon as he came on stage, he begged Zhou Qi:
"Please... brother, show mercy..."
Zhou Qi nodded calmly, then flicked his finger.
A streak of gray-white light penetrated the back of his head and emerged from between his eyebrows.
The disciple fell straight down, his eyes still staring at Zhou Qi.
Compared to the Primordial Immortal Sect camp which was extremely happy.
Primordial Dao Sect and Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace were in complete misery.
The ones who had screamed the loudest just now were looking at each other and couldn't fart.
At this time.
Primordial Dao Sect Deep in front of the formation, the young man in black robe who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed finally opened his eyes.
He did not look at Zhou Qi on the ring, but looked at Rainbow Daoist first. Those eyes were astonishingly clear, like a sword that had been wiped countless times and was about to be ejected from the sheath the next moment.
"Great Patriarch." The young man spoke, his voice as cold as winter spring. "Let me go."
He paused, then turned to look at the green-robed figure on the stage, his eyes full of fighting spirit and arrogance. "Those disciples have no other purpose than to die if they go up."
Rainbow Daoist was silent for a moment.
Deep in the war boat behind him.
Qing Xuanzi floated forward and said, "Elder brother! Let Chang Qing go, no one can suppress this Zhou Qi!"
Rainbow Daoist turned to look at Qing Xuanzi, then turned to look at the young man in front of him who Primordial Dao Sect had devoted countless efforts to cultivate.
Finally, he nodded slowly. "Go to Changqing, there is no need to compete with him, find the right opportunity and kill him with one strike!"
Yun Changqing nodded and bowed respectfully to the two of them. "Thank you, the Great Patriarch, and thank you, the Sixth Patriarch!"
After saying that, he raised his hand to straighten his sword robe, stood up and walked towards the ring.
His steps were extremely steady, each step following the same rhythm, like a sword being unsheathed inch by inch.