The old man of the Wilderness is the Buddha of Joy
23 Next, it’s my home ground!

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"Damned witch, this king doesn't have time for you now.”Yingzhao glared at Xing Tian with a ferocious look in his eyes. The aura of a Perfected Golden Immortal surged out and kept pressuring Xing Tian.

He really didn't have the time to care about this barbarian now. There was the Black Mercury Pearl and the Primordial Spiritual Treasure waiting for him. He didn't have time to waste.

"If you want to touch Thirteenth Master, you have to step over my dead body first!”

Xing Tian was also a one-track minded person. When Qin Huanxi decided to stay and live and die with them, he had won his absolute respect.

Not to mention that Qin Huanxi had later cured Zhurong's injuries and helped his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds to the late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

The heavy bronze shield was placed on the ground, making a loud rumbling sound. He held the sword horizontally in his hand, and his resolute face was filled with indomitable will.

"You're courting death!"

Yingzhao was furious. He poured all his demonic power into the metal rod. The metal rod became as thick as a man and more than ten feet long. It was strong enough to lift the sky.

In the next moment, it smashed down with a terrifying aura that swept through the nine heavens and ten lands.

"Boom!"

Xing Tian raised his shield and attacked. His mountain-like body trembled slightly, but he still managed to withstand it.

"Good, good, this king will see how long you can last.”

Yingzhao shouted angrily as he swung the iron rod in his hand. Each strike was faster than the last, and each strike was fiercer than the last.

Even a huge mountain would have been shattered into pieces in front of him.

Although Xing Tian was born with divine strength, the difference in cultivation base was not enough to make up for it.

Three strikes, half kneeling on the ground!

Five strikes, half a foot into the ground!

Nine strikes, blood oozed out of his seven orifices!

……

However, Xing Tian was still Xing Tian. Even if he died, his fighting spirit would not waver, let alone now.

Qin Huanxi's eyes turned red as he watched from the side. Seeing that Yingzhao was about to strike again, he took a step forward and a black pearl appeared in his palm.

"Black Demon Pearl?"

Yingzhao's eyelids twitched, and the stick did not land.

"Thirteenth Master, leave quickly…I'll take care of this.”Xing Tian spoke intermittently, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Good brother, you should rest. Next, it's my home ground!”

Qin Huanxi patted Xing Tian's shoulder to comfort him. He could only do this when Xing Tian was half-kneeling on the ground.

Yingzhao looked at the comical scene in front of him and a disdainful smile appeared on his face."Kid, your home ground? Aren't you afraid that the wind will hurt your tongue?"

"You want my spiritual treasure and the Black Demon Pearl?”Qin Huanxi raised his eyebrows and looked at Yingzhao. The signature smile on his face had long disappeared. The only thing that could be seen was the endless coldness in his eyes.

Yingzhao City shivered unconsciously, as if this kid could really pose a threat to them.

But in the blink of an eye, he dismissed this idea. A little guy in the Heaven Celestial Stage, he had a lot of such people under his command. There was nothing worthy of praise.

"Hand over the Black Demon Pearl and the Seven-colored Vine in your hand. Otherwise, you and this barbarian will die today."”

"Is that so? Then let me see who will live and who will die!”

Qin Huanxi's expression suddenly turned ferocious. A black and white gas rose from his body. It seemed to contain great terror and the Great Path Realm. Even from afar, it gave people a feeling of numbness.

"What the hell is this?"

Yingzhao's initial confidence turned into shock. He looked at Ling Xiao in disbelief. The black and white gas gave him the feeling that it was the true meaning of the Great Dao…

A kid in the Heaven Celestial Stage had actually comprehended the true meaning of the Great Dao. How was this possible? Even with his cultivation as a Zenith Heaven Golden Celestial, he had not comprehended it!

"Thirteenth Brother, you can't…"

Even though they were far away, Zhurong sensed Qin Huanxi's state at the first moment. How heaven-defying was it to possess the True Intent of the Great Dao? As long as this person could cultivate all the way, he would definitely become a Quasi-Saint Realm expert in the future.

However, from Qin Huanxi's intentions, it was clear that he wanted to explode the true meaning of the Great Dao. Yes, this was also his only trump card that could resist those who were several realms higher than him.

Zhurong suddenly flew into a rage. It had finally reunited with Thirteenth with great difficulty. Originally, its memories were still stuck at the beginning, the little wimp who knew nothing and only knew how to cry.

However, he had grown so big in the blink of an eye. He was originally happy in his heart, but now someone actually wanted to force Thirteenth Brother to explode the true meaning of the Great Dao. How could this be?

In its extreme anger, the Pangu bloodline in Zhurong's body suddenly burned. It was also at this moment that it erupted with a cultivation that far exceeded the late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

"Rip!"

Ji Meng couldn't even withstand a single strike from him before he was sent flying.

The anxious Zhurong didn't care about Ji Meng's life or death at all. It flew towards Qin Huanxi like a bolt of lightning.

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