Chapter 401: Just an Ant

Taoist Changhong took action and attacked Gu Changqing forcefully.

This is not only to stop Gu Changqing from talking anymore, but also to capture Gu Changqing first and control him.

Although they have the Tian Yuan Halberd in hand, their side is still a little weak compared to the true saints like the Fifth Jiao Ancestor. They must capture Gu Changqing and his daughter to increase their negotiating cards.

Taoist Changhong made a strong move, causing the masters of the three tribes to change their expressions. They were all eager to challenge and capture the Changqing father and daughter before Taoist Changhong.

But their movements were stopped by the leaders of the three tribes.

Both the Fifth Dragon Ancestor and the two Quasi-Sages, Yixu Xueling, stopped their actions.

"There is no need to rush to take action, let's wait and see the internal fighting among the human race!"

Xue Ling's eyes were sarcastic and he sneered.

"This person has obtained the legacy of the Holy Lord. Even if his cultivation is not good enough, there is no guarantee that the sacred treasure left by the Holy Lord will be a life-saving trump card for future generations. Don't underestimate it!"

Yixu's words were more straightforward, and he stared at Gu Changqing, observing his every move.

"There are people who are willing to take action and kill their own people to find a way for us. Why should we be anxious?"

The three leaders spoke, allowing the masters of the three tribes to calm down. They looked at the center of the battlefield one by one. Changqing's father and daughter, who had been targeted by Taoist Changhong, also had time to wait and watch the show.

Taoist Changhong felt something about the gloating and mocking looks of the masters of the three races, and his heart was also filled with anger.

He did not dare to bear grudges against the masters of the three clans, and he only blamed Gu Changqing and his daughter for this humiliation.

"If it weren't for the quarrel between father and daughter, why would I take action today and suffer ridicule?"

Changhong Taoist thought, his eyes turned cold, and he suddenly raised his left hand.

"Crack!"

In his palm, thunder and light intertwined, condensing into a purple-gold divine spear, entangled with arcs of electricity, making the souls of the viewers tremble!

"Taoist Changhong, the rogue cultivator of the human race in the wilderness, Lei Dao, is the lord, he really has some skills!"

The Fifth Jiao Ancestor couldn't help but nodded slightly, while other people watching the battle held their breath, not daring to take a breath.

"Changhong, you bastard!"

When the old sect master Taiyan saw this scene, his old eyes turned red with anger, and he roared.

However, as the holy weapon of the country, the Tianyuan Halberd is too powerful with the blessing of luck.

Even if the old man tried his best, he could not break through the void cage created by the holy halberd in a short time. He could only watch Taoist Changhong activate the thunder spear and bombard it towards Gu Changqing!

"boom!"

Thunder rolls in the void, stirring up the surrounding areas, causing all the heroes on this battlefield to shake their sea of ​​consciousness.

The purple-gold thunder spear penetrated the sky, smashed into the sea of ​​clouds, and turned into a blazing thunder light like a waterfall, directly drowning the figures of Gu Changqing and his daughter!

"it's over."

"It's a pity that although they are a father and daughter with extraordinary talents, their training time was too short, which led to the tragedy of today!"

Many ancient creatures shook their heads slightly and looked at that area with a little sympathy.

It is possible to pull teeth from the tiger's mouth and cut off the beard from the hands of the three ancient holy clans.

Whether it is Gu Changqing or Yiren, their talents are recognized by all the heroes present. It is not a problem to survive in the future and dominate the wilderness. Unfortunately, they have no hope of surviving until that day...

"Pfft!"

Just when everyone was sighing in their hearts, a blasting sound suddenly exploded on the battlefield, causing everyone in the audience to look at the origin of the sound. Immediately, their pupils suddenly widened!

Under the gazes of disbelieving eyes, in the clouds, the indifferent and somewhat ferocious Taoist Changhong, his eyes were frozen at this moment, and he lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief.

There, a huge hole emerged at this moment. A mysterious war puppet covered in purple and gold Dao marks was standing in front of him, expressionlessly retracting the punch it fired.

Until the war puppet retracted his fist.

Taoist Changhong finally woke up as if from a dream, and subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to cry out for help, but he could no longer do so.

The Zhan Puppet's punch shattered not only his chest but also his heart.

There is even more divine power like the abyss, flowing through his body along the wound, blasting through his Dantian sea of ​​consciousness!

"Plop!"

After a brief stalemate, under the shocked gazes of the monks in the audience, this famous Lei Dao cultivator in the wilderness, a quasi-sage, could not even say his last words. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, and died. They never closed their eyes!

"I...what did I see?"

"A quasi-sage was killed with just one punch?!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! That was Taoist Changhong, a powerful figure who has been famous in the wilderness for more than a thousand years. How could he die so easily!?"

Many people were dumbfounded, especially the human monks who stood on the side of the Three Emperors, whose voices were trembling at this moment.

Even the Three Emperors and the Purple Moon Quasi-Sage behind him had their eyes twitching wildly at this moment. Looking at the purple-gold war puppet standing in the sky, there was deep fear in their eyes!

"The quasi-saint-level war puppet... this 떚, indeed got the sacred treasure of the holy king!"

The Three Emperors murmured.

The words spoken also made many monks present who were still in shock come back to their senses. Looking at the empty war puppet again, in addition to fear, there was an indescribable fiery look in their eyes!

How rare is a quasi-jihadi puppet?

A puppet of this level cannot be said to exist in the saint realm.

Even if it is a Saint King, unless he is a master of weapon, it is impossible to refine it.

Only a Saint Lord can refine such a super war puppet with combat power that can instantly kill ordinary quasi-saints!

And this war puppet appeared in the world at this moment, protecting Gu Changqing and killing Taoist Changhong, which means that Gu Changqing really succeeded in intercepting the divine treasures of the Yinming and Xueque tribes, opened a Saint Lord's mansion, and obtained its inheritance!

Before this.

The heroes present, even the Xueque tribe and the Yinming tribe, only knew that Gu Changqing intercepted their Saint Lord's mansion.

But the inheritance of a generation of Saint Lords must have trials, and the difficulty will never be low.

Intercepting the mansion and entering it does not mean that Gu Changqing will definitely gain something.

But now, the appearance of the purple-gold war puppet in front of Gu Changqing completely ended the worries in everyone's hearts. After a brief surprise, they looked at Gu Changqing's eyes, and the flames of greed became more and more intense!

"Although a Taoist Changhong died, it doesn't matter..."

"As long as we can capture this man, not to mention the other divine treasures on his body, this war puppet alone is worth ten Taoist Changhongs!"

The three emperors of Tianyuan stared at Gu Changqing, their eyes became more and more fiery, and the words they said made the quasi-saint Ziyue behind him shudder involuntarily, and his heart became a little flustered, fearing that the three emperors would send her again.

Her cultivation level was only equal to that of Taoist Changhong, and she was still practicing illusion. To deal with this kind of puppet, it was good enough to exert three or five achievements of her combat power.

If she really went, she would die even faster than Taoist Changhong!

Fortunately, she didn't worry too much.

Because, as the war puppet was summoned, the masters of the other three tribes could no longer sit still.

Just as the Three Emperors of Tianyuan thought.

Such a war puppet that can instantly kill ordinary quasi-saints is an invaluable treasure even for a large tribe like the Qingjiao tribe with a saint in charge!

"You guys, go and capture this beast for me!"

"Quickly set up the formation and take back the war puppet in your hand!"

The two quasi-saints Xue Ling and Yi Xu spoke first. Before the emperors of the Hao clan formed the formation, they urged the great saint soldiers who had formed the formation to bless these emperors and weaken the war puppets around Gu Changqing.

Suddenly, the saint soldiers of the Hao clan that formed the formation rose up with strange divine light, and one after another, like shackles, fell towards the war puppet in front of Gu Changqing.

At the same time, the emperors of the Yinming and Xueque tribes also moved. Under the command of the two quasi-saints, they formed a series of killing arrays and rushed towards Gu Changqing.

"Do you regard the Tianlian God Puppet as the protective card obtained from the Forbidden Mansion?"

Looking at those greedy monks rushing towards him, Gu Changqing's expression was a little strange.

"If I really have such a trump card, I won't waste it on you, okay!"

Gu Changqing shook his head.

He did get a protective trump card in the Yuanwu Forbidden Mansion, but the three Saints Jishan had a limited number of shots.

Before he really took charge of the Yuanwu Forbidden Mansion, he could only call three times.

Gu Changqing would not waste them here.

What killed Changhong Taoist was just the companion spirit treasure of his Tianlian Saint Body, the Tianlian God Puppet!

However, Gu Changqing was too lazy to explain these words in detail. He was just...

"Just ants!"

Gu Changqing shook his head and took a step forward. Under the stunned gaze of the spectators, he walked out of the protection circle of the Tianlian God Puppet and faced the two clans of emperors who were rushing over.

"Are you looking for death?!"

The spectators were all dumbfounded, but only Yiren's eyes were wide open. There was no surprise or fear in her eyes, only strong expectations!

The next second.

"Kacha!"

On the battlefield, there were thousands of sword beams rising from three feet in front of Gu Changqing. As Gu Changqing slashed down with a sword, the sword beams were like flowing light. In just a moment.

The group of blood bird corpses that rushed over did not even have the opportunity to scream, and were pierced and destroyed by Gu Changqing's rain-like sword beams!