Su Qin sat cross-legged with a smile on his face.

During this period, Su Qin not only stabilized the newly formed micro-domain, but also often experienced the magical effects of the domain.

As a means that at least the Seventh Heaven Myth can hope to master, the domain is far more than just killing the enemy.

At least Su Qin spent this period of time pondering and discovered that the field had various effects such as protection, concealment, and saving people.

In addition, Su Qin also found that if he wanted to, the scope of the domain would be far more than a hundred feet.

Baizhang is only the scope of Su Qin's complete control.

Within this hundred meters, Su Qin is the creator, omnipotent.

And once the scope of the domain exceeds a hundred feet, Su Qin's control begins to decline.

To put it simply, if a Seventh Heaven myth falls into the realm of Su Qin Baizhang, it will not borrow a trace of power, and it will still be slaughtered by Su Qin, even unable to escape.

However, if Su Qin spread the domain to a great extent, and if the Seventh Heaven Myth fell into it, although it would still be greatly suppressed, it would not be without resistance.

At least it will struggle a few times.

"Next, in addition to continuing penance, we must continue to compress the power of heaven and earth, replenish the domain, and make the area covered by it continue to grow."

Su Qinfu's heart is full and his thoughts fluctuate.

At his height, although the road ahead is not clear, he probably knows how to go.

Of course, for the vast majority of mythical warriors, knowing how to go and whether or not they can go are completely different things.

For example, a ninth-rank official in Tang State knew that he only needed to work hard and work for Tang State, and he might become a third-rank senior official in the court.

But how many of the thousands of ninth-level officials in Tang state can climb to the position of third-level officials?

Martial arts practice, especially the mythical path, is extremely difficult.

Knowing that it may not be possible.

You may not feel it when you see it.

"Retreat for another two months."

Su Qin was ready to become familiar with the power of the domain again, and did not rush out.

Anyway, now in Chang'an City, there is Ruan Qing who is in charge of the mythology of the triple heavens. Generally speaking, there will be no problems. Su Qin is also happy to practice in retreat.

...

...

Just when Su Qin was in retreat.

Emperor Tang is in the Taiji Hall, discussing state affairs with his officials.

suddenly.

A forbidden army hurriedly rushed in, walked to Tang Huang's side, and whispered.

"what?"

Tang Huang's face changed drastically.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Tang ignorant of the court discussion, and quickly walked out of the Taiji Hall and came to the imperial city.

"they?"

Emperor Tang's face was extremely ugly.

I saw six figures looming above the sky. These six human figures are like creatures looking high above all living beings, looking down on Chang'an City and Emperor Tang.

"Who are they?"

Emperor Tang took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, the final general does not know." The commander of the Forbidden Army next to him looked solemn and was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "However, these people should all be martial arts myths."

Only the myth of martial arts can protect the wind.

Therefore, even if the commander of the Forbidden Army hadn't seen the six figures in the sky, he knew that the opponent was at least a strong man at the level of martial arts mythology.

The imperial army commander said this.

Tang Huang's face suddenly paled.

As usual, the appearance of one martial arts myth has already shocked the world, but now there are six outside Changan City at the same time.

How did this make Emperor Tang calm.

"Your Majesty, the one on the far left should be the Patriarch of the Blood Killer." The commander of the Forbidden Army quickly whispered as if he had discovered something.

Hearing this, Emperor Tang immediately focused his eyes on the left side, and he saw a figure wearing a blood-colored robe also standing in the void.

"Trouble."

Emperor Tang felt cold.

If there is no blood killer ancestor, there is still a trace of luck in the Emperor Tang, who thinks that these six martial arts myths may just pass by and take a look.

But now...

Emperor Tang only felt like falling into the abyss.

"His Majesty."

"What shall we do now?"

The Custodian commander asked in a low voice.

"wait."

Emperor Tang was full of weakness, "Look at what they want to do."

What else can they do besides waiting?

The six martial arts myths stand high in the void, and the ordinary army can't even touch each other, let alone encirclement and suppression.

Although there are a large number of bows and crossbows stocked in Chang'an City, who dares to use the six martial arts myths above?

Once the bow and crossbow are used, it is equivalent to completely tearing the face with the six martial arts myths. At that time, if the opponent takes a slaughter, who can stop it?

One martial arts myth can ignore the millions of army, let alone six?

And at the moment.

Above the sky.

Several disciples from the Shanghai Great Sect abroad were looking bored at the city of Chang'an below.

"There is a triple weather breath, presumably the mythical warrior of Chang'an City." The Qingyi man with sword said lightly.

"Triple Heaven?"

"amazing."

The Taoist priest in Taoist robes nodded slightly.

Being able to enter the realm of myths in this barren continent, or even the myth of the triple heavens, is the best choice regardless of aptitude and temperament.

"It's a pity, to become a mythical warrior, the foundation has been set, and it will never be possible to worship my sect." A cold man in a black robe said.

"Okay, what should we do now? Directly suppress?" the rough man said dissatisfied.

"Stop it?"

The white-clothed woman Bing Ling turned her eyes, thought for a while, and said: "Tell them first. If you refuse, it won't be too late to kill."

Bing Ling is the contemporary goddess of the Xueshen Palace, an overseas master. If nothing else, she will definitely become the lord of the Xueshen Palace in the future, the highest-ranking person on the court.

"In that case."

"Go down and say it."

The cold-clothed man swept his gaze and looked at the Patriarch of Blood in the corner.

In terms of status and identity, the blood killing of the Patriarch is not on the same level as them.

Whether it is a cold-clothed man in black, or anyone else, they are all the proud sons of all the ancestors.

As for the Blood Killing Patriarch, it was only a casual cultivator. Although it had triple heavenly strength, it was far from being placed in the eyes of any of them.

If you don’t need someone to lead the way,

And the mythical warriors who came out of this continent by the blood ancestor, they will not be with the blood ancestor.

"Yes."

The Patriarch of Blood Killing respectfully said.

quickly.

The Patriarch of the Blood Killing stepped forward and appeared on the city wall.

"My lords give you two choices for Tang Guo." The Patriarch of the Blood Killer looked at Tang Huang and the others, and said lightly: "One is to surrender, and the other is to surrender after being suppressed by this adult. After half an hour, think about it before replying. ."

The Patriarch of Blood Killing didn't even look at Emperor Tang before turning and leaving.

"Surrender?"

"Surrender after suppression?"

Tang Huang's face was green, and his whole body was shaking.

"Your Majesty..." The commander of the Forbidden Army next to him also looked heavy.

The Patriarch of Blood Killing was not so much to give them two choices, but to let them surrender directly.

"Did the third brother show up?"

Emperor Tang took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, I haven't found Uncle Guo yet." The commander of the Forbidden Army shook his head.

The words came out.

Tang Huang's face paled again.

"Could it be that heaven is going to destroy my Tang country?" Tang Huang looked miserable.

And at the moment.

Above the sky.

The man in Tsing Yi with a long sword frowned: "Half an hour is up, has Tang Guo replied?"

"My lord, no." The Patriarch of Blood Killing bowed.

"In that case, just suppress it." The black robe man said coldly.

"Humph!"

"I've already said that I will suppress it, and I must waste half an hour." The rough man snorted coldly, stepped forward, and stomped his foot severely.

Suddenly.

The vitality of heaven and earth shook, slowly pressing down towards the imperial city.

at this time.

The same power of heaven and earth emerged, blocking a blow from the rough man.

I saw Ruan Qing slowly walking out of the East Palace, onto the city wall, and looked at the mythical warriors.

"Mr. Ruan."

Emperor Tang sighed slightly.

"Your Majesty, I can only do my best, but whether I can stop it, I can only let my fate..." Ruan Qing looked tragic.

In Ruan Qing’s eyes, these disciples of the Supreme Sect had been cultivated by the sect since they were young. Whether it’s cultivation techniques, secret techniques, or even the foundation, they are far superior to those of Ruan Qing. .

"I'll try it."

"It's been a long time since I made a move."

High in the sky, a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe stood up.

Upon seeing this, Ruan Qing also stood in the air, fighting each other with the Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes.

however.

The result was just as Ruan Qing expected. He was not a Taoist opponent at all. He was suppressed after only ten strokes. After 20 strokes, Ruan Qing directly vomited blood and was slapped flying.

This is still the Daoist's intention to keep his hands, otherwise Ruan Qing would not say that he fell on the spot, at least it was a serious injury.

"Hahahaha."

"Let you surrender and suffer less, why struggle?"

The rough man looked down at Tang Huang and the others and sneered.

Tang Huang's face was gray as he held his hands tightly, not daring to refute.

Because he knew that the lives of hundreds of people in Chang'an City at this moment depended on the rough man.

"Humph!"

The rough man sneered, and glanced at the palace with his mind at random.

"what?"

At this moment, the rough man let out a startled suspicion, and his spiritual thoughts focused on someone in a flash.

"Through the veins and veins, he is a genius, please come back with me obediently."

The rough man stretched out his right hand, gathered it into a huge palm of vitality, and grabbed it somewhere in the palace.

"No, it's Wan'er." Tang Huang was shocked and recognized that the place where the rough man was grasping with his right hand was the residence of the emperor Li Wan.

"what is this?"

Li Wan was practicing, but she saw a huge palm quickly grabbed it.

"not good!"

Li Wan realized that it was not good and wanted to avoid it.

However, Li Wan is just a martial artist in the middle and third realms, how could she escape the capture of a mythical martial artist?

Just when Li Wan's pretty face was full of despair.

The huge palm grabbed by the rough man was close to Li Wan's body, and was suddenly blocked by a faint barrier.

"Yep?"

"There is another mythical warrior?"

The rough man immediately recognized that the barrier on Li Wan was the method left by the mythical warrior.

"But so what?"

The rough man was full of stubborn faces, and was about to break through the barrier.

Under Chang'an city.

Among the towering halls.

Su Qin opened his eyes silently.

"I was touched by the spirit that I left on Li Wan?"

Su Qin raised his head to look at the sky, and the huge divine thought swept across in a flash.

"you wanna die!"

Su Qin's eyes were calm, his right hand stretched out, and he saw a strange long knife that was oddly shaped like a sickle and curved like a full moon for him to pull out.

The long knife is as black as ink, and its face is extremely deep, like a black hole that swallows all living beings.

next moment.

Su Qin held the Devil's Blade in his hand and cut it lightly.

Tear!

No one can describe the sharpness of this knife.

I saw the sky and the ground, turning into a dark ocean, and a long and narrow black gap appeared in the space. The black blades seemed to be able to cut the sky and the earth away in no time.

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