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Siqi's lips were already white. He thought he had seen through the boy in front of him before, but at this moment he realized that he knew nothing about the boy in front of him.

Stay or kill? This is a difficult problem for Siqi.

Siqi wanted to take Zilong as his successor, but he was deeply afraid of the mysterious power in Zilong's body.

A layer of sweat fell on his forehead, and Siqi let out a sigh of relief, muttering in his heart:

"Let God decide."

Siqi stepped on the void and stood at the top of the sky in just one breath.

Looking at Zilong and others on the ground, Siqi had a solemn face, and the internal energy of his body was operated. With a light shout, several pure white flames appeared in his palm.

There are eight white flames in Siqi's palms, and each white flame contains the terrifying power that moves the sixth-level saint.

Even if these white flames gently rubbed their bodies, it would be enough to make ordinary sixth-level saints break their arms and legs, and faint from pain. Not to mention Zilong, Ding Lei and others.

Looking at Siqi's actions, Huang Dou, Ding Lei and Bo Jinhai stood behind Zilong like three goalkeepers, and Xiao Ka Ajin was placed on both sides, and the four people and two beasts were waiting for him. They didn't know what Siqi wanted to do, but there was no trace of fear on their faces.

Siqi, who was above the sky, looked at Zilong again, and he browed and said softly:

"If you are in the middle, you will die; if you are avoided, you will live, and it depends on your fortune."

However, just when Siqi was about to raise his hand and knock down all the eight white flames in his hand, something happened!

The area where everyone is located suddenly became dim.

A red light flashed in the sky, and thunder suddenly rolled in the clouds, dark and mysterious, with huge space cracks with purple lightning and lightning suddenly appeared!

Zilong and others looked up at the sky higher than the place where Siqi stood.

I saw a huge white-feathered roc slowly flying out of the space crack in the top of the sky.

The white-feathered big roll is nearly a hundred feet long, and its wings spread across the sky, more than one hundred and eighty feet long.

Such a giant creature cut through the void and flew over the terrifying forest. It is no exaggeration to say that it is covering the sky and the sun.

In front of this white-feathered big roll, anyone will feel an inexplicable sense of insignificance.

The sudden appearance of Baiyu Dapeng not only made Zilong, Huang Dou and others stunned on the ground, but Siqi, who was standing in the sky, had a huge change in his face.

And under the sudden change of attention, the heat flow that poured into Zilong's body quietly disappeared, and the evil eyes from the eternal abyss in Zilong's eyes no longer existed.

All my attention was attracted by the white feathered big roll that suddenly appeared in the sky.

As everyone was watching, a golden palm print fell from the back of Baiyu Dapeng!

The golden palm seal is like the hand of the Maitreya Buddha believed by Buddhists. With a solemn Buddha power and irresistible shackles, it hit Siqi, who was confused with shocked eyes!

"Dong--"

A heavy and distant sound was like a temple bell falling to the ground, shaking the earth and dust flying, and even Zilong and others shook violently.

"Maitreya Golden Bell Palm!" The ghost in the black ring recognized the golden palm print that fell from the sky.

The four seven in the sky was directly slapped under the ground by this Maitreya golden bell palm, and the huge palm force smashed the ground into a huge pit one foot deep.

Siqi lay at the bottom of the huge pit, his body was embedded in thick soil, and the only head and neck that left the ground shook it hard, and then spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Siqi's face looked painful. His joints were stiff and he was coughing up blood. His muscles and bones were broken in several places, and his internal organs were hit hard to varying degrees. If he hadn't been the sixth-level saint who had made bones, he might have been slapped into a blood mist by the palm falling from the sky, and he would have died without a burial place.

This Maitreya Golden Bell Palm that fell from the sky was not because Siqi didn't want to hide, but could not avoid it at all. The difference between him and the person who emitted this palm was just like the gap between Zilong and him now. It was like the difference between heaven and earth.

This sudden change made Zilong, Huang Dou and others standing on the ground look at me, and I look at you, all shocked and speechless.

Everyone looked up at the white-feathered big roll in the sky, but saw two sesame-sized figures falling from the sky and getting bigger and bigger. The two seemed to have jumped off the broad back of the white-feathered big roll.

Not long after, the two of them landed on the ground under the nervous gaze of Zilong and others.

This is an old man, and he is a young man. The old man is dressed in brown clothes and white hair, and is simple and unpretentious. If it weren't for the serious expression on his face, the old man would be the kind of person who can't tell any characteristics in the crowd of old men.

Zilong always felt that the old man looked familiar. He seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember him for a moment.

Compared to the low-key and inconspicuous person who is the old man, the girl with red makeup behind him is the kind of person who can't keep a low profile even if she wants to be low-key.

The girl wrapped in red clothes, highlighting her graceful figure, with her willow eyebrows, white teeth, and light fat and red lips, showing her generous elegance. The girl's every frown and smile is amazing.

When Zilong and Ding Lei saw the face of the girl in red behind the old man, they were both shocked.

"Honglin!!"

This generous girl in red is Honglin, and the old man in brown is Honglin standing in front of Honglin is Honglin's master, Chuchu's grandfather, the Jing family's primrose, Jing Rulin.

Although Honglin was surprised that Zilong and Ding Lei appeared in the dala together, she still shook her delicate forehead, blinked her beautiful eyes, and greeted Zilong and Ding Lei happily.

"Long time no see, hehe."

"Long time no see...Long time no see."

Zilong and Ding Lei clasped their arms around Xiang Honglin and replied with a smile, while Huang Dou and Bo Jinhai on the side also breathed a sigh of relief. It was a friend but a enemy, and it was a blessing to survive the disaster.

Jing Rulin first glanced at Siqi, who was half dead in the pit, and then turned all his eyes to Zilong.

Seeing Jing Rulin's sudden scrutiny, Zilong's heart moved, and he looked a little frightened. Although Zilong didn't know who the old man appeared with Hong Lin was, he beat the invincible saint Siqi to death with one move. Zilong guessed that this seventh-level emperor could not do it alone. The unpretentious old man in front of him was probably a person in the eighth-level emperor realm...

Zilong clasped his fists with his hands, bowed forward, and bowed to Jing Rulin:

"Thank you senior for helping me!"

Jing Rulin still didn't speak. He continued to examine Zilong. His slightly turbid but sharp old eyes made Zilong feel a little nervous.

After a long time, Jing Rulin asked Xiang Zilong:

"You called out the shocking roar just now?" There was a hint of suspicion hanging on Jing Rulin's old face.

"Senior means..." Zilong asked Jing Rulin.

"Zhao Zilong, come and ask for death--" Jing Rulin lowered his tone and restored his voice.

"It's right that my younger generation called me." Zilong replied bluntly.

Listening to Zilong's answer, Jing Rulin nodded and said lightly:

"good."

Jing Rulin took Honglin to search for Zilong in the dala for many days. If Zilong hadn't had the roar that shook the world just now, he wouldn't have felt the battle here, nor would he have come to tear apart the space.

Honglin, who stood silently behind Jing Rulin, was very happy when she heard her master praise Zilong. Although Honglin had not been with Jing Rulin for a long time, Jing Rulin's temper and temperament were roughly touched by Honglin, who was good at observing. She knew that Jing Rulin rarely praised people, although it was just two words, it was already very important. You must know that even though it was the first genius of Jing's family that Honglin saw in the Jing family that day, Jing Rulin had never said half of praise.

At this moment, Jing Rulin's eyes suddenly sank, and his words were low and long, and he said a word, but it was obviously not what he said to Zilong and others.

"Did I allow you to leave?"

Jing Rulin's words were calm and slow, making Zilong and others confused. But after he had left the palm pit and hid in a big tree, Siqi, who was about to escape, was so scared that he showed a shock and his heartbeat!

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