Peerless Battle Spirit - 1582. The first thousand five hundred and eighty-two chapters The Eye of the Immortal King

The first thousand five hundred and eighty-two chapters of the fairy king’s eye

I only saw that among the seventy-odd powerful celestial arts, there was a blood sword, a beast shadow, and several other celestial arts.

The other powerhouses made their moves to prevent this big earthy hand from exploding that kind of weird power again, sucking away all the power of the holy sage.

“This big khaki hand is about to end–”

When many monks saw this scene, this thought came up in their minds.

However, in the next instant, an astonishing scene appeared. The big khaki hands were still invisible and innocent. Ignoring these attacks, they burst out with astonishing suction, sucking away the majestic and pure power.

“not good!”

The expressions of the strong in the Ninth Stage Qing Sage changed at the same time.

It’s just that all of this happened too fast, so fast that they couldn’t react, and the power of Qingsheng was sucked away by 90%, exactly the same as before.

“this–”

The middle-aged man and the inner disciple were stunned, as were Xiaopeng Wang Wanxiao and Prince Mingyin.

Not only them, but all the monks from the first to the tenth rank of Qingshen, all have such an expression.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes this time, they would definitely not believe it.

How could a big khaki hand that was only comparable to the triple aura of the gods, ignore so many powerful attacks, and also took away most of the power of the sage?

What kind of method is this?

“Nine-Rank Qing Sage, really extraordinary!”

Qin Nan couldn’t help but vibrate when he looked at the nearly 20,000 crystal clear crystals.

Although he had consumed three earthy yellow auras this time, he could only grab around 3,000 clear sage crystals at the seventh stage of the Qingsheng position.

Now he has gotten six times as much as before.

Hum!

At this moment, the image of Wuzhuqiang was a beast that smelled the fragrance, bursting out with powerful suction.

“Even if you take away five thousand yuan, it’s nothing.”

Qin Nan didn’t think it moved, but the Unlord Vault Picture gave him a big surprise, and he took away 10,000 crystals, so that the stack of clear sacred crystals instantly lost half of them.

“This…” Qin Nan stayed for a while before shaking his head with a wry smile: “This is a miscalculation.”

Without the main vault map, it is not based on the number of shots he takes to get the clear crystal, but according to the number of each shot.

Of course, even so, compared to before, it also made a lot of money.

Qin Nan quickly adjusted his mentality and refined the Qingsheng crystals piece by piece.

“Unexpectedly, just fighting for the power of the sanctity, there will be such a powerful means. However, I want to see if you can succeed next time!”

Among the Ninth Stage Pure Sages, those at the pinnacle of the gods and the powerhouses of the human and immortal realm, their eyes narrowed slightly, and this thought came up in their minds at the same time.

There were only a few celestial arts that had attacked the big earth-yellow hand just now, and none of them reached the level of a human being.

The big yellow hands can succeed, presumably because of this.

“It looks like I underestimated you before, but the next attack is not as weak as before!”

Xiaopeng Wang Wanxiao and Prince Mingyin put away their contempt, their expressions gradually became serious.

“I don’t know what the result of the next Qingsheng Tide will be!”

In addition to them, many monks in the first-rank to the eighth-rank Qing sage had this idea in their minds.

In the invisible, they paid much less attention to the power of Qingsheng, and their attention was focused on the next confrontation.

Not only them, but even the prestigious existence of the tenth-rank Qing Sage, a ray of fairy light flowed in his eyes.

The terrible pupil technique was operated one by one.

After all, they can all guess that the next big earthy hand will face a violent storm from the entire Ninth-Rank Qing sage monk.

“We must defeat that kid…”

In a certain Tier 1 Qingsheng wooden room, Elder Yang Long clenched his fists and his hands were full of sweat.

He originally thought that everything was over, and he returned to the main hall to prepare for retreat, but he didn’t expect such a change to occur, which made him nervous.

If the next time, the result is still the same, then even if he releases the tiger back to the mountain, he will be more guilty!

On the other hand, Qin Nan at this time didn’t realize the feeling of the wind and rain, and completely sank into cultivation.

After refining 10,000 Qingsheng crystals this time, the Niji Qi born out of the Niji Heart has changed a bit more.

As a result, his body began to undergo some mysterious changes.

Time passed bit by bit, I don’t know why, this time many monks felt that time seemed to slow down, and it was not five hours late.

Boom!

I don’t know how long it has passed, the familiar loud noise finally rang in everyone’s ears.

The cultivators among the tenth rank Qingsheng quickly began to take action, and in just a few breaths, they divided the majestic Qingsheng power completely.

“Nine-Rank Qing Sage Monk makes a move!”

With the sound of this majestic voice, many monks’ bodies tightened, and there were more monks, their hearts hanging in their throats.

“This competition must not be as easy as the last time. In that case…”

The golden light in Qin Nan’s eyes throbbed, and the divine power in his body exploded, urging the earth-yellow aura, but also exuding ray of light.

Huh!

The big earth-yellow hands evolved under countless light.

The difference from the previous time is that the entire big hand has become more solid, the flashing light, mysterious and profound, just like a long abyss.

“It’s now!”

Those immortals, strong gods, as well as King Xiaopeng and Prince Mingyin surged with astonishing aura, and innumerable Dharma seals were formed in their hands.

“The technique of transforming dragons into the sky!”

“Ancient Zhuan Eight Immortals Sutra!”

“The pupil of the dead fairy!”

“Slash without interest!”

A series of powerful immortal arts were played together, blooming in the void, although there were only more than seventy, but from a distance, it still seemed that thousands of horses were coming.

More than that, this big earth-yellow hand is’invisible and innocent’, they have seen it many times a long time ago, so the immortal skills they played this time were different from the past and possessed other powers.

Boom boom boom!

Countless celestial arts were still pierced by the big earth-yellow hands, hitting the void, causing them to collapse and become a dazzling celestial light.

It was just that under the bombardment of these many celestial arts, it seemed that they finally had an effect. There were a few celestial arts that directly collided with the entire khaki big hand.

At this time, the big earth-yellow hand showed an amazing defensive power. After being hit by several immortal arts, half of the brilliance remained, and it grabbed the power of Qingsheng.