Chapter 1969: Destructively

Soon, Lin Tiancheng led the Thunder Dragon Sect, Xuanshui Sect, and the Aristocratic Family to fight against the Raksha Temple spread throughout the Central Capital Continent.
However, many people are not optimistic about Lin Tiancheng, thinking that they will undoubtedly lose.
The Raksha Temple can stand for thousands of years in the Central Capital Continent, and of course it is not possible to destroy it by any force.
Coupled with the fact that Qi Jing, who had been lurking in the Netherworld for more than three thousand years, finally returned, the strength of the Rakshasa Temple was simply a step up.
You must know that Qi Jing's strength is stronger than his elder brother Qi Heng's.
Lin Tiancheng, Master Nanxuan, and the real Shuiyang teamed up, and they managed to tie the remaining five hermits.
The situation on the two brothers Ruan Lie and Man Zhen seemed not to be optimistic, and the clothes on their bodies had long been stained with blood.
Knowing everything finally couldn't hold his heels, breaking free from his sister's shackles, and unexpectedly exploded his strength to the extreme.
What everyone didn't expect was that this one seemed to be not tall and was younger than everyone else. Knowing it all had reached the mid-level of the catastrophe.
But when he kicked his legs and left the hall of Thunder Dragon Cult, a black shadow flashed past the woman in purple.
The corner of Qi Jing's mouth evoked a cold smile, "Boy, you are waiting!"
The Raksha Temple rushed into this time only for two purposes.
The first one is to kill Lin Tiancheng to get eight spiritual beads.
The second is to take away the son of the demon god. Qi Heng and Qi Jing can only successfully break through to the realm of the true immortal stage if they truly absorb the blood of the son of the demon god.
The Lord of the Rakshasa Temple folded his hands together, and slammed against the trembling Tianling Cap with the pressure of Mount Tai.
The brutal shock hit the whole person like a meteorite on the Thunder Dragon Sect square.
The center of the square suddenly became dusty, and when the smoke cleared, the violent shock had fallen into the pile of rocks in the deep pit.
Brutal Lie's eyes were about to split, and he let out a roar, and rushed towards the Lord of the Raksha Temple.
I saw the violent wind whistling wherever the savage went, as if the energy between the sky and the earth was being drawn by him.
Seeing Qi Jing clinging to the Know-how with one hand, his right foot struck the savagely rushing brute force.
The body with a strong face also slammed heavily on the ground.
The purple figure in the hall finally moved, and arrived in front of Qi Jing in the blink of an eye.
She pulled out the arcuate scimitar in her hand, but said coldly, "Let go of my brother!"
Qi Jing didn't put the purple-clothed woman in his eyes at all, but chuckled coldly, "This is a rare son of the Demon God in thousands of years, you told me to let him go, what a joke!"
Regarding Qi Jing's sudden arrest of Know-how, whether it was Brutality, Brutality, or Lin Tiancheng, they didn't know what was going on.
They didn't realize it until Qi Jing said that Bai Shi Tong was the son of the Demon God.
But in fact, Know-How is not the son of Demon God.
The purple-clothed woman said coldly, "Son of the Demon God? I think you have misunderstood, my brother is not the child of the Demon God at all. I will ask you one last time, whether you let it go or not."
Bestone struggled hard, "You let me go, I am not the son of the demon you are looking for."
Qi Jing didn't pay any attention to what they were talking about, but stunned him with a palm on the back of the head.
He turned around and threw the Know-how to Qi Heng, "Brother, drink his blood, and you will be able to break through to the realm of true immortality immediately."
A lonely and cold murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the purple-clothed woman, "Dare you!"
Before the words fell, the curved scimitar in her hand swiftly sprinted towards the Lord of the Raksha Temple.
The Lord of the Rakshasa Temple did not put the arc-shaped scimitar in his eyes, but just threw an air column casually, wanting to shoot it down.
But to everyone's expectation, this curved scimitar seemed to be spiritual, and it went around an angle and swung toward the neck of the Lord of the Rakshasa Temple.
If it hadn't been for the Lord of the Rakshasa Temple to dodge in time, I'm afraid he would not just leave a scar on his neck.
Qi Jing glared at the purple-clothed woman, squeezed his fists with both hands and went straight to her, "Looking for death!"
Unexpectedly, this purple-clothed woman had such a high level of strength, Lin Tiancheng immediately escaped from the fight.
"Master Nanxuan, real person Shuiyang, I beg you here."
Ruo Lie and Ruo Zhen no longer have the ability to fight. Now that the purple-clothed woman has also stepped forward, Lin Tiancheng must help her.
If this purple-clothed woman also loses in the hands of Qi Jing and Qi Heng, then this battle will probably end in the defeat of Thunder Dragon Sect.
With the qualities of Qi Heng and Qi Jing, they will definitely kill everyone here.
This is not only the character of the two of them, but also the consistent style of Raksha Temple.
Five years ago, the Thunder Dragon Sect was destroyed once in Yin Chuanze's hands.
The leader of the Thunder Dragon Sect took out a sharp dagger and slid it lightly on the arm of Know-How, blood flowed out.
Knowing things screamed, he struggled hard, but he couldn't escape Qi Heng's bondage.
Lin Tiancheng waved the Tai'a sword in his hand, splitting several sharp sword auras and approaching the main hall of the Rakshasa Temple.
Qi Heng shook Yan Mo's palm once again, and he easily resolved Lin Tiancheng's extraordinary sword energy.
When Lin Tiancheng approached again, he used a dragon elephant magic technique, but was repelled several meters away by Qi Heng.
The purple-clothed woman's eyes were about to split, and the breath of her body soared. She swung a scimitar in her hand.
The sharp sword aura cut through the clothes on Qi Jing's chest, and even left a blood mark on him.
Qi Jing was not angry and rejoiced, and wiped the blood stains on his body. "It's not bad. It's really rare to reach the peak of the Tribulation Period at a young age. I should have pity on the talent of Tianzong, but I am this one. People like to destroy flowers most."
Qi Jing's cuffs flicked, and a umbrella suddenly appeared in his hand.
This umbrella looks a bit weird, with a ghostly atmosphere lingering all over, and a terrifying aura surging constantly.
"The Universe Umbrella, why is the treasure of my Netherworld in your hands?" The purple-clothed woman's eyes showed a somewhat shocked look.
Brute force and Brute force also showed shocked expressions.
"How could Nether King's Universe Umbrella be in his hands?"
Lin Tiancheng suddenly remembered something, "It was you who hid behind the sacred tree that night?"
Qi Qin waved the Universe Umbrella in his hand and smiled, "Yes, how else would I know that the kid is the son of the Demon God, I have to thank you for it!"
Qi Heng leaned down and took a hard bite on the wound of Know-How, "This tastes really good!"
Know-how felt the pain of the heart, and fine beads of perspiration had already appeared on his forehead.
He shouted at the purple-clothed woman, "Sister, save me!"
The purple-clothed woman wanted to step forward to rescue his younger brother, but the Universe Umbrella in Qi Jing's hand spun quickly.
A series of weird energy air columns approached the purple-clothed woman, making her unable to get close at all.
Not only that, but several drops of cold liquid splashed onto her arm, causing her skin to burn instantly.
"Water of Styx, it seems that you not only snatched my father's Universe Umbrella, you also went to Styx..."
A look of surprise flashed across the corner of Qi Jing's eyes, "You still know Styx, are you also a ghost?"
He suddenly remembered that the son of the devil seemed to call the purple-clothed woman his sister.
That said, these people are probably the Nether tribe who quietly lived in the Central Capital Continent three thousand years ago.
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