God-level Stealing System

"The witch is ridiculous, she talks so shamelessly!"

A clear yet majestic voice suddenly sounded in the void, every inch of the space was filled with cold air, and the entire palace seemed to tremble.

"You have been trapped in a situation of ten thousand deaths, and your fate is on the line in an instant, and you don't know it. How dare you, a mere little devil, dare to threaten to fight with my sect, Ziwei Shenxuan, a great sect?"

On the purple lotus platform, rhythmic patterns are swirling and flowing clouds are floating. It seems that there is a supreme god hidden in the dim purple mist:

"The demon girl of the Python clan sneaked into our religion and invaded the Spiritual Lake. She had evil intentions and was cruel and cruel. She killed my true successor of the Five Pavilions and committed more than fifty murders!"

In the void, a misty female voice, like the royal voice of heaven and the decree of divine punishment, suddenly rose up. Each word was loud and powerful, with infinite charm and boundless coercion. It made thousands of flowers in the hall tremble and the purple clouds outside the hall boil:

"Now that the evidence is conclusive, she still keeps on quibbling. She realizes that there is no reason to say anything, so she shows her fierceness and murderous intention suddenly arises. She dares to speak out and provoke me! The crime is so heinous that gods and men are indignant. It is true that everyone can punish her!"

"Even if I have the virtue of a good life, I won't tolerate you! God's punishment has come, and there is no way to escape the death penalty. We will execute you on the spot and we will never tolerate it!"

As soon as Dongfang Ziwei said these words, she was extremely domineering and lingering in the air, showing her supreme power.

It seemed that Shen Xiaoqi had no room for resistance and struggle. Her life and death could only depend on Dongfang Ziwei's words.

Dongfang Ziwei finished speaking.

In the main hall, the cold wind is biting and the energy is low. The sea of ​​seven-colored flowers is swaying under the endless light, like seven undercurrents of waves, lurking dragons and birds, hiding swords and sharp edges, floating up and down, sinking or sinking. float.

Shen Xiaoqi stood in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, wearing a emerald cheongsam, which looked so thin. Her beautiful eyes were flowing, and when she looked closely, she couldn't help but feel terrified, and her slender eyebrows were furrowed.

Where is this sea of ​​seven-color flowers?

They are clearly seven military formations with strict formations and overlapping orders!

"Where is the Red Sunflower Flag Formation?"

The voice of the elder of Hongkui Pavilion was as unrestrained as fire, and dust fell from the red lotus platform.

boom!

As she waved her sleeves, a tongue of fire like a long dragon burst out from her calloused and jagged fingertips. The tongue of fire was crisscrossed with thousands of petals shaped like red maple leaves. , very strange.

Bah! Bah! Bah!

The tongues of fire circled the four walls of the palace, spiraling and flying around, brushing against the white jade palace wall and bringing up thousands of sparks.

At the same time, the red silk and satin that originally seemed to be draped on the palace wall dispersed. Among the dense holes on the palace wall, women in red clothes with angry expressions and tight bodies stood up.

They wore the iconic red sunflower scarves on their heads and held up hundreds of flags as red as blood. These flags were instantly ignited by flying sparks, swaying like the fire wings of a divine phoenix!

A corner of the hall was instantly illuminated red by the firelight, and the air suddenly rose a bit.

"The sun shines in the east, and the red sunflower shines!"

"Xianzao Linxuan, wearing strong armor and holding the sharp edge!"

Among the sea of ​​seven-colored flowers, there was also a group of female disciples of Hongkui Pavilion who came out with flags. They all waved the flags in response to the call of the elders of Hongkui Pavilion. Their shouts roared into the sky like fire and burned through the void:

"The Hongkui Pavilion Gun Flag Camp was ordered to come here to fight against thieves. Please obey the elders' orders!"

"Here comes the gun!"

The elder of Hongkui Pavilion suddenly placed his palms, and the tongues of fire swirled in the sky like a dragon waving its tail. It was as stunning as a falling spark. In an instant, it returned to the palm of the elder of Hongkui Pavilion. In the raging flames, thousands of pieces of bright red The petals seemed to be dripping blood, and they suddenly gathered together, showing their sharpness, and they had already condensed into a spear!

The head of this gun is made up of stacked petals, and the petal pattern can be seen. The root is as red as blood, but the tip of the gun is amber-like and transparent, just like a budding sunflower.

"Since ancient times, humans and demons have taken different paths, and wars have been endless. Because we, the Wutian Sect, have an alliance with the demon clan, we have been able to keep the same for thousands of years!"

Elder Hongkui is dressed in a maroon brocade robe with a belt at the waist, cool shoes, and a gauze robe with foggy white cloud sleeves. From a distance, he looks like a sad and bloody plant blooming beside the misty Huangquan Road or Naihe Bridge. sunflower.

There seemed to be fire flowing between her brows. Her shoulder-length red hair was as red as blood, and the tips of her hair curled upward like a burning flame. She was domineering and arrogant in the true sense.

Although she is a woman, she is informal, standing proudly on the lotus platform with her legs crossed, holding a spear in her right sleeve, raising her left arm and shouting, like a lioness rising from the fire of hell and roaring at Pluto:

"Now, the demon clan is arrogant, invading my territory and killing my brothers and sisters, which is a heinous crime! I, Hong Kui, will never be sworn in with the demon clan in this life, and I vow to dye the tip of Hong Kui's spear in my hand with the blood of the demon clan's unscrupulous beasts! To comfort the souls of innocent disciples who died tragically!"

As she spoke, Hong Kui raised her spear high with her right arm, and the tip of the spear passed through the void. Thousands of red maple-like petals suddenly bloomed in the vigorous heat wave, as bright as the sun and more beautiful than sunflowers.

In an instant, the red sunflower shone brightly, like the sun's rays, and the surrounding air was crushed and distorted by thousands of scorching waves.

"The crime is extremely heinous! We are irreconcilable!"

"Swear to kill the demon clan! Comfort the souls of the dead!"

As a result, the fighting spirit of the disciples of Hongkui Pavilion was suddenly ignited. The fire flags flew fiercely, mixed with cold stars, the gun flags alternated, and the women in red all showed their cold sharp spear points.

In an instant, the disciples of Hongkui Pavilion on the palace wall also raised their flags and fell down like fire and meteors from the sky.

The flags were fluttering around the hall, and the spear points pointed straight...

Facing this dense array of spears, Shen Xiaoqi raised her eyebrows slightly and then smiled charmingly. However, these Hongkui Pavilion disciples were not enough to make her feel the slightest fear.

Seeing that Shen Xiaoqi was not afraid, but instead had a smile on her face, the anger in Hong Kui's heart that hated the demon clan grew stronger and stronger!

In her eyes, Shen Xiaoqi's smile was a blatant provocation to Ziweixuan's majesty!

Hongkui's face darkened, she pointed the tip of her spear at Shen Xiaoqi, and immediately shouted angrily:

"Blood python demon girl, now you are in a dead situation and you still don't submit to the law, when will you wait?"

"Since I didn't break the law, how can I speak out against the law?"

Shen Xiaoqi spoke coldly. In the chaos and haze, the red and cold lips of the cheongsam beauty concealed some depth and mystery.

She was telling the truth, but to the deceived elder Hongkui, every word Shen Xiaoqi said was the sophistry of the cunning demon clan.

"Stubborn! You will destroy yourself!"

Under the siege of hundreds of Hongkui Pavilion spearmen, even the quasi-emperor did not dare to entrust Da Da. She, a mere descendant of the demon clan, was so understated and indifferent.

When death is imminent, An dares to quibble and talk. He really won't shed tears until he sees the coffin!

Thinking of this, the anger in Hong Kui's chest suddenly rose into her throat, her eyes were bright, she looked at Shen Xiaoqi seriously, her mouth was like a steel drill cutting stone, she roared in a low voice:

"Whoever beheads this witch first, I will promote her to the True Legend!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly became stagnant.

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

Immediately, wild and wild shouts of killing erupted in the arena, and the entire hall was instantly filled with the furious and bloody killing light.

"Although I am a demon, I am definitely not a murderer. Someone deliberately framed me today and made me a scapegoat."

Shen Xiaoqi was still arguing.

It wasn't that she was afraid, but the fact was that these Hongkui Pavilion disciples had no enmity with her, and Shen Xiaoqi would never hurt anyone easily unless absolutely necessary.

However, no one understood her painstaking efforts. They only thought that she was afraid of crime and death.

"Wait!"

Seeing the disciples of Hongkui Pavilion preparing to pounce, Shen Xiaoqi suddenly spoke, her voice cold and clear, and it fell clearly into the ears of Elder Hongkui.

Elder Hongkui raised his hand, and the shouts of killing stopped in the field, leaving only the sounds of flags and gold and iron.

"Witch, do you have any last words to say?"

Hongkui looked down from a high position and asked in a deep voice:

"If you are trying to beg for mercy, you don't have to. Today, you will die!"

Today, you will die!

Hongkui bites the sounds of these five characters very hard, as if each character is a meteorite falling from the sky, enough to smash Shen Xiaoqi's head.

Now that things have come to this, fighting is inevitable.

Silence is by no means a sign of cowardice!

At this moment, Shen Xiaoqi raised her eyelids, her eyes were like a gust of snow and cold wind, and she glanced at the serious and strong-willed Hongkui Pavilion disciples with an extremely cold look:

"Fight if you want, but you are not worthy of being my opponent!"

She shook her index finger at this group of Hongkui Pavilion disciples.

The slender white fingertips, like the tips of newly peeled bamboo shoots in early spring, drew a circle in the air, and then pointed at the red lotus platform suspended under the temple:

"Get her out of here and fight me!"

Shen Xiaoqi's pretty face was slightly raised, and her sharp eyes were focused on Elder Hongkui, who was sitting high on the red lotus platform.

As soon as she said this, Elder Hongkui's eyes narrowed. Before he could say anything, a group of fierce female disciples of Hongkui Pavilion gathered in anger.