Chapter 715

The battle has become white hot, and the major prospective saints have already killed their red eyes. I don't know how many great Luo Jinxian have suffered from the fish in the pond and died miserably between heaven and earth.

"Everything!"

Suddenly, Dijun roared up to the sky, and the whole person had an extremely terrible change. 108 halos behind him were bright and flawless, which covered him in an instant, and quickly opened the distance from ye Xuan.

"Hongmeng purple is mine."

Dijun didn't hide his accomplishments, but directly broke out his strongest magic power, 108 halos and terrorist rotation. The demon light that shook the world swept all directions and pushed Lu Ya and others back in an instant.

Wheeze!

Dijun's speed was so fast that the major prospective saints had no time to respond. He immediately grabbed the Hongmeng purple Qi in his hand, and then ran away to the distant world without looking back.

"Leave it for the emperor."

Fengdu emperor sublimated himself to the top. The great art of ghost heaven sealed the sky and locked the ground, and blocked Dijun's way in an instant. In his hand, there was an extra dark ghost knife out of thin air, which fell towards Dijun.

It was also at this moment that all parties were quasi holy, and all kinds of great killing techniques were shooting out, all of which were smashed by the emperor Jun.

Bang bang!

Ye Xuan hit Dijun on the chest with a fist. In zhenyuanzi's sleeve, heaven and earth suppressed Dijun. Kong xuankunpeng attacked Dijun violently. Zhu Rong shot fiercely and went directly to Dijun's eyebrows, as if to catch and explode his quasi Holy Spirit.

Life and death are on the front line. Although Hongmeng purple gas is good, he should also have a life to take it. In the face of the attacks of the major quasi saints, Dijun made a decision in an instant and threw Hongmeng purple gas out in an instant, but his whole person was also hit hard in an instant, but he still withdrew from the battlefield directly by the bombardment of the major quasi saints.

Poof!

Dijun's mouth was bleeding and his flesh was cracked. Even though he was the emperor of the demon family, he had no power to fight back in the face of so many quasi saints.

What makes Dijun unwilling and happy is that the major prospective saints began to rob Hongmeng purple gas again and did not siege him again. Unfortunately, the Hongmeng purple gas just got was lost again, which also makes Dijun extremely unwilling in his heart.

Moreover, he suffered the blow of the great quasi saints, and Dijun has been seriously hurt. If he forcibly seizes the purple Qi of Hongmeng, I'm afraid he will have a life and death crisis.

"Got it."

In this quasi holy chaos war, I saw the Vientiane ancestor laughing wildly. I didn't know when the Hongmeng purple gas fell into his hands, which made him tremble and roar.

"Baby, please turn around!"

Suddenly, Lu Ya Taoist withdrew from the battlefield, but his face was extremely solemn. A green treasure gourd came out. Lu Ya paid a little homage to the gourd. What happened next was extremely terrible, which immediately put an end to the war.

Wheeze!

The blue treasure gourd swayed in the void, the mouth of the gourd was opening, and a light of flying fairy came out, and disappeared in the eyes of the great quasi saints.

"Ah? No! "

A blue light suddenly broke the eyebrows of the Vientiane ancestor, which made him sad and desperate. However, his eyebrows were annihilated inch by inch until they spread to his whole body. With a dull sound, the Vientiane ancestor disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Cut immortal throwing knife?"

Ye Xuan's eyes stagnated and instantly left the battlefield. So did the major quasi saints. They kept a safe distance from the land pressure.

Buzz!

Hongmeng's purple Qi was ownerless again, but none of the major prospective saints dared to act rashly. They focused their eyes on the Taoist who was pressed by the land, and their eyes were extremely heavy.

Vientiane ancestor, although he was just a new quasi saint, he was a quasi saint after all, but the land pressure was too terrible. The green treasure gourd in his hand killed a quasi saint.

Fear, great fear, the great quasi saints were in a heavy mood. Unexpectedly, the chopping immortal Throwing Knife in Lu Ya's hand was so terrible.

"You guys, if we continue to fight like this, no one can think of Hongmeng purple gas. On the contrary, your Taoist friends are likely to fall here. Why don't we decide the ownership of Hongmeng purple gas by drawing lots?"

Lu Zhenning made a sound and didn't show a strong side because the chopping immortal throwing knife was in hand. At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi came to him and looked around at the major prospective saints together.

"Well, Ben Di agrees."

Dijun's eyes narrowed slightly and he was the first to agree, because he was hit hard at the moment, and the Vientiane ancestor fell. He has become the weakest party. If he continues to compete, his chance of getting Hongmeng purple gas is too small.

"Since Lu yayou proposed, the three brothers have no objection." Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile, but no one noticed it. Ye Xuan's fundus quietly scratched a strange color.

"Well, the emperor has no objection."

Fengdu emperor coldly agreed. Obviously, he is not sure that if he continues to compete, he will be able to grab Hongmeng purple Qi.

As the major quasi saints promised one after another, the quasi saints' chaotic war was finally over.

But drawing lots belongs to drawing lots, and every prospective Saint present is not a fool. If anyone does something in it, it will never be allowed.

"For the sake of fairness, how about having someone else preside over the lottery?" Lu Yadao naturally knew what the great quasi saints thought, which also led him to propose a voice.

"Who are the others?"

Emperor Jun frowned and asked directly. Only because of the death and injury of Da Luo of all parties at the moment, those Da Luo Jinxian who had escaped from the slaughter had already fled, and they were the only people present at the moment.

"Is this man a disciple of Taoist friends?"

Suddenly, Lu Ya Taoist waved with his palm and fingers, and immediately attracted a figure. It was Huang Mozhi, a disciple of Fengdu emperor. Obviously, he did not leave, but hid in the distance to observe the war.

"Mo Zhi?"

Fengdu emperor looked stunned, a happy look crossed his eyes, and then smiled and said, "yes, this man is my disciple. He will preside over the lottery. The emperor has no objection."

"Joke, do you really think I'm a three-year-old?"

"If he had moved his hands and feet in it, wouldn't he have fulfilled your Fengdu?" Dijun sneered and directly refuted the proposal.

Obviously, Huang Mozhi is a disciple of Fengdu emperor, and other quasi saints are not fools. How can this person preside over the lottery?

"You Taoist friends don't need to quarrel. We can fix this man as a forbidden man. He certainly can't play tricks. What's my proposal?" Zhen Yuanzi whispered.

"This...?"

Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, the prospective saints were silent one after another. Obviously, this proposal is very fair. As long as Huang Mozhi's cultivation is banned, he can't even make trouble.

"What Zhenyuan Taoist friend said was right. He banned this man's cultivation and let him preside over it."

Suddenly, while the prospective saints were meditating, ye Xuan made a quiet voice, which also changed the faces of Kong Xuan and Kun Peng behind him.