I! The Strongest Suzerain

cut!"

The Tiangang sword in Han Feng's hand was like a dragon, the tip of the sword was picked up, and blood splashed all around. Daojun Qingyuan was in pain, and he hurriedly used the power of the whole body, and a shield instantly protected him.

Han Feng's eyes were already red at this time.

"break!"

The Tiangang Sword and Han Feng seemed to be fused together, smashing on the shield, and the surrounding wind was blowing, and in an instant... the shield was covered with cracks.

At this time, Daojun Qingyuan had a bad premonition in his heart. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but an old voice sounded in his ear,

"Jie Jie!! If the sect is destroyed, the system will automatically break away from the binding. You will die, the host. Do you choose to flee? Abandoning the army and fleeing is regarded as the destruction of the sect!"

The voice echoed, and Daojun Qingyuan had a gloomy expression on his face. Then he gritted his teeth, and the two flames in his hands were burning brightly.

"Fight!"

Looking at Daojun Qingyuan, who was already trapped like a beast, a smile appeared in Han Feng's eyes. Although Daojun Qingyuan has systematic help, he also has a fatal point, that is, death in battle cannot destroy the sect. 677, otherwise it is still a dead word!

This is also unavoidable for all Destiny, including Han Feng, but the system mastered by Han Feng no longer belongs to the scope of any system level.

"Qingyuan puppet!"

The flames in the hands of Daojun Qingyuan turned into two puppets of heavenly soldiers, both of which possessed the cultivation of the Holy Land, but the moment they appeared, they brought a sense of oppression to Han Feng.

"My grandson is here to block!"

Sun Wukong carried the golden hoop stick and started to fight with the two puppets Tianming directly. Han Feng took the opportunity to directly bypass the two puppets of the heavenly soldiers, and shot with a sword, straight to the head of Qingyuan Daojun!

A cultivator like Daojun Qingyuan, who is pitifully weak in melee combat, can reach the level of the weakest holy realm, and Han Feng practiced kendo.

The mid-to-close combat power can be said to be unparalleled in the world, like a dragon returning to the sea and a dwarf dog.

The ending is self-evident, only after one round of fighting, that Qingyuan Daojun almost didn't fall.

But at this time, the system in Daojun Qingyuan began to act.

"Ding... Detected that the system's life is in danger, the situation is not good, the system will help the host to tide over the difficulties, Jie Jie... But the price requires the host to pay a trace of soul power!"

The old voice fell in the ears of Daojun Qingyuan, and the eyes of Daojun Qingyuan were extremely ugly, a trace of soul power... It sounds like it doesn't matter, but after practicing in the holy realm, the lack of a little soul power is all fatal!

Even because of this lack of soul power, it is completely hopeless to step into a higher realm!

And if the soul power falls into this system, the life and death of Daojun Qingyuan will be completely controlled by the system, and he will be directly reduced to one of the system at that time.

"What are you hesitating about... Between life and death and being wise, I believe you will choose wisely!"

The sound of the system sounded, and Daojun Qingyuan looked even more ugly in his eyes. But he still gave in, there was nothing he could do... Be a slave, be a slave, it is better than losing your life directly.

"I promise!"

"Jie Jie, congratulations on your choice, it's very wise."

The system's voice fell, and then Daojun Qingyuan felt as if something had been taken away from his mind, and then an incomparably powerful force poured into his body.

Feeling the surging spiritual power in his body, Daojun Qingyuan showed a touch of confidence in his eyes. He had solved many lives and deaths with the help of the system. He believed that this time he would still be able to take down the Cold Moon World smoothly.

However, there was only despair left in his pupils. A huge tree suddenly appeared behind Han Feng. What kind of tree is this? Bronze torso, green branches and leaves, no wind... ...but the leaves of the tree sway like this.

(befd) The roots of the tree are rooted in the chaos of the void. With the appearance of the tree, the heavens and the earth are instantly frozen, and all the monks are frozen there.

Time, space, laws... all fell into stillness.

"By my lord's order, we will suppress it as much as possible."

A vicissitudes of life and a long voice sounded, that Qingyuan Daojun struggled with his body, he wanted to escape... At this time, he had nothing to worry about, even if he died after escaping, that would be a matter of the future.

However, his body slammed into an invisible wall, and his entire body was shaken out.

"What? Above the Holy Land?"

Qingyuan Daojun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Above the holy realm, no one can tell what kind of realm it is. Only one word can be used to call it... "God"!

"Closed!"

The vicissitudes of life fell, and Daojun Qingyuan instantly shattered, and a primordial spirit and a group of strange cyan energy wanted to run away, but Han Feng blocked the two energy in an instant.

"Swallow!"

The voice of Emperor Sect's system fell instantly, and a thin line appeared from Han Feng's hand, instantly binding the strange blue energy, and then the thin line disappeared, and the energy also disappeared.

"Ding...Congratulations to the host. Emperor Zong has captured a Qingyuanjie system."

Han Feng ignored the system's voice and raised his hand with a sword, directly blocking the way of Qingyuan Daojun Yuanshen.

"Where to flee... Repression! Clear..."

Han Feng's voice fell, and the sword energy instantly filtered Qingyuan Daojun's primordial spirit, leaving only a group of souls without any consciousness.

Han Feng let go of this soul,

"Let's go back..."

As Han Feng's voice fell, this soul power was completely sent into the six reincarnations of the cold moon world. There will be no Qingyuan Daojun since then.

Looking around, Han Feng approached the tree of chaos, with a smile in his eyes,

"You... entered the demigod realm?"

"No, my lord, I just merged with the world of Hanyue, and I have the power of God in this world, but in essence, I'm still just a holy tree spirit."

The voice of the Tree of Chaos rang out, and the surrounding forces retreated back to its body like a tide, and a group of monks regained their freedom in an instant.

But at this moment, their eyes fell into confusion, and Daojun Qingyuan fell. Although they couldn't move just now, they saw everything clearly... The strength of this tree has completely surpassed them. cognition.

Even the holy realm can be easily imprisoned, not to mention these immortals, Taoist ancestors?

"Submit, don't kill!"

Han Feng said loudly to a group of monks, and countless monks put down their weapons and expressed their surrender, but some knelt directly on the ground and cried.

"Lord Daojun! We are here..."

One by one, the monks committed suicide by raising their swords._