Terran Guardian

In the dry and silent void, Shen Changqing walked in the air.

Every step he takes can span thousands of miles of void, and his speed is so fast that it is frightening.

Along the way, many monks were fighting.

Some are fighting for treasures, and some are simply trying to settle grievances. They can be seen almost everywhere in the huge death zone.

Except.

It is the original race in the Death Forbidden Zone that is competing with the strong men of all races.

"Is this the inner demon clan?"

Shen Changqing looked at the battle ahead. It was two god-level monks fighting. One of the monks exuded a soul-stirring and strange power with every move he made.

After seeing the monk's methods and combining it with his understanding of the inner demon clan, he can basically determine the other party's identity.

but.

He had no intention of interfering.

Whether it is the native race in the death zone or the various races in the world, life and death have nothing to do with themselves.

What Shen Changqing is now worried about is not that the opponent will fight, but that the opponent will not fight.

Do not hit……

How to weaken the strength of all races.

Think of this.

Shen Changqing's eyes flickered slightly, but another thought emerged in his heart.

After taking a deep look at the battle ahead, he ignored it and left directly in the air.

…

boom! boom! !

Terrifying fluctuations erupted, and two young monks exuding powerful aura were fighting hard.

"Beili Feng, I saw this Pure Stone first. How dare you snatch it away? You are simply seeking death!"

Nan Yang Ling's face was fierce, and as he spoke, surging divine power surged in, crushing and shattering the void.

The most pure stone!

That is the ultimate treasure of Shinto cultivation.

I finally found a piece in the death zone, but was snatched away by the opponent. One can imagine his anger.

If it were other monks, he would have killed them long ago with his strength.

No matter what.

The opponent is Beili Feng.

The strength of the Beili clan is not much different from that of the Nanyang clan, and Nanyang Ling and Beili Feng are both geniuses in the two clans, so their strength is extraordinary.

Now that the war has broken out, no one can do anything about it.

but.

There is no real tie in the world.

As the battle progresses, the scale of victory has slowly tilted towards the other side.

"Nanyang Ling, the most precious treasure is inhabited by virtuous people. You don't have the strength to control the Pure Stone, so why bother struggling? Just hand over the Pure Stone to avoid losing your life!"

Bei Lifeng smiled coldly.

His strength is slightly better than Nan Yang Ling's. Now if the battle continues for a long time, the only one who will win is himself.

Looking at the Pure Stone staying in the void, Bei Lifeng's eyes were a little fiery.

This is the Pure Stone!

Even the Beili clan doesn't have much inventory.

Even if he is a genius of the Beili clan and is expected to enter the Conferring God Stage to compete with the geniuses of all races, it is not easy to obtain a pure stone.

Now that the Pure Stone is right in front of him, how can he miss it.

Immediately.

Then he saw Beili Feng dissipating his Taoist body and transforming directly into a thousand-foot-long tiger, roaring upwards to the sky with a roar that shattered the void thousands of miles away, with a majestic momentum.

Seeing this, Nan Yang Ling's expression couldn't help but change. In the next moment, he transformed into a thousand-foot-feathered eagle. As his huge wings flapped, the feathers formed by countless divine powers bombarded towards Beili Feng.

The sound is rolling.

Feathers are densely covered.

However.

Before Ling Yu could touch the tiger, those Ling Yu transformed by divine power were all shattered by the terrifying sound.

"Pfft!"

The feathered eagle let out a mournful cry, and the Consciousness Sea Divine Fire trembled, as if it had been violently attacked.

"Nanyang Ling, the Pure Stone will always be mine!"

The tiger spoke human words, and a cold smile appeared on the ferocious face.

Next breath.

I saw him opening his bloody mouth, a strong suction force erupted, and the Pure Stone staying in the void flew directly towards him.

Just when the Pure Stone was about to fall into the mouth, the space suddenly split open, and a hand stretched out from inside, grabbing the Pure Stone directly into his hand.

This scene.

Let Beili Feng's eyes tear open.

"Whoever dares to snatch food from a tiger's mouth is seeking death!"

After working so hard to defeat Nan Yang Ling, he was about to get the Pure Stone, but in the end, another unknown strong man killed him halfway.

At this moment, the murderous intention in his heart surged.

"Roar!"

The original suction force turned into a roaring sound and rolled away.

This is the innate magical power of the Beili clan. The sound alone can shatter the soul of a monk and cause him to die on the spot.

"It's noisy."

Shen Changqing waved his hand impatiently, and the sound that could shatter the soul was directly shattered by a terrifying force.

This situation fell into Bei Lifeng's eyes, with a look of disbelief.

"Who are you!"

Judging from the aura on the opponent's body, it is clear that he is only in the divine realm. He may shatter his own innate magical power with a wave of his hand. This kind of strength is definitely not something that ordinary gods can possess.

Even if you are a true genius among all races, it is not easy to achieve this step.

He still has a certain degree of confidence in his own strength.

the other side.

When Nan Yangling saw the strange and powerful man who suddenly appeared, he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on his face.

Seeing that the Pure Stone is about to be taken away by Bei Lifeng, it is undoubtedly a good thing to kill a strange and powerful man now.

Regarding Bei Lifeng, all he had in his heart was strong murderous intent.

Now seeing the other person depressed can also relieve the inner depression in disguise.

"I am the Ziyun Saint of the Ziyun Clan."

Shen Changqing played with the Pure Stone in his hand and said lightly.

Purple Cloud Saint?

Bei Lifeng reviewed the memories in his mind, but found no information about this name.

Ziyun clan.

Of course he had heard of it.

That was a big clan, and its strength was not much different from that of the Beili clan that I belonged to.

"I want this Pure Stone. You don't have any objections."

Just when Bei Lifeng was secretly guessing, Shen Changqing showed a faint smile on his face.

This smile.

In Bei Lifeng's eyes, it was an endless insult.

At this time, he no longer cares about the Ziyun clan or the Ziyun clan. Even if the other party shows great strength, he still has to fight for it today.

Otherwise, you will lose all face.

"Hand over the Pure Stone!"

Bei Lifeng roared angrily, and with the body of a thousand-foot-tall tiger, he charged towards Shen Changqing.

See this.

Shen Changqing stayed still and punched forward.

"boom!"

The fist pierced through the void, and feeling the powerful threat, Bei Lifeng struck out with surging divine power in his front paws.

Two forces collide.

Fist Gang seemed to be unstoppable, easily crushing the divine power, and the power was still there, and it had already bombarded Bei Lifeng's claws.

Flesh and blood exploded.

Bei Lifeng screamed, and his huge body flew out.

Shen Changqing took a step forward and kicked out in the air. Bei Lifeng had no time to respond and was directly hit by the kick.

moment.

The flesh is broken, the sinews are broken and the bones are broken.

In front of this foot, the fleshly body that has reached the perfect divine realm is as if it is made of paper and has no effect at all.

The moment the physical body collapsed, a piece of divine fire broke away from the physical body and fled into the distance without thinking.

Shen Changqing did not pursue him and allowed the opponent's spirit to escape.

Seeing this, Nan Yang Ling's throat rolled with difficulty. When he looked at the monk in front of him, he seemed to have seen some terrifying existence.

too strong!

Although Beili Feng is not a genius, he is still a top genius cultivated by the Beili clan. At the perfect state of the divine realm, he is fully capable of matching the strength of a half-step god king.

But a strong man of this level is no match for this guy.

No.

It shouldn't be called an opponent.

Judging from the crushing situation, the two are clearly not on the same level.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Nan Yang Ling looked at Beili Feng who had escaped, and couldn't help but said: "Your Excellency, Beili Feng has a ruthless mind, and there is the Beili clan behind him. If we don't eradicate the root cause, I'm afraid there will be some trouble. .

In my opinion, it would be better to leave it completely in the death zone to avoid future troubles. "

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Shen Changqing looked back at the other person, and then slapped him.

"boom!"

The Qianzhang Feather Eagle's body exploded, leaving only a single piece of divine fire left there. For a moment, he didn't understand what happened.

Nan Yangling never expected that he just made a casual suggestion and was slapped to death by the other party.

When he came to his senses and met Shen Changqing's cold eyes, his heart was filled with death, and he didn't dare to stop any longer. The divine fire broke through the air and escaped.

Although the physical body is destroyed, as long as the divine fire is not extinguished, the monk will not truly perish. It only takes some time to condense a new physical body.

He didn't even dare to say a harsh word to such a strong man who could destroy his own body with one slap.

"Yes, I actually harvested a pure stone!"

Shen Changqing played with the stone in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

This kind of treasure, whether it is sold or used to enhance the current original strength, is the best of both worlds.

Inside the cave.

Qing Yi's puzzled voice came out: "Your Majesty, why didn't you kill those two monks of all races?"

With the opponent's current strength, squeezing two perfect cultivators to death is no different from squeezing two ants to death.

If they really wanted to kill them, there was absolutely no chance of those two monks escaping.

"Why kill?" Shen Changqing asked back.

Hear the words.

Qing Yi suddenly realized: "Your Majesty, do you want to keep these two monks and let them bear grudge against the Ziyun clan?"

"The foundation of the Wan Clan is too strong now. If our clan wants to compete with it, it cannot be achieved in the short term. Since our clan's strength cannot be improved at the moment, it is more effective to weaken the foundation of the Wan Clan and keep them than to kill them."

Shen Changqing looked confident.

He deliberately exposed his identity of the Ziyun Clan just to make those two people go back and add fuel to their jealousy, exacerbating his distaste for the Ziyun Clan.

The strength of the two of them is not weak, and their status in the clan must not be low. Injuring them severely is more effective than killing them.

You must know that any conflict is caused by the accumulation of anger bit by bit.

When the anger between the two tribes reaches its peak, war is inevitable.