My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

For several great saints, their bloodline abilities are even stronger.

At the same time, they are used to being superior, so how could they be willing to lower their noble heads?

Deep down in their hearts, they were unwilling to surrender even if they encountered the true dragon bloodline sealed in the knife.

Zhong Qing's gaze lingered on several powerful saints. For him, the surrender of some saints was not his goal.

He looked at several great saint-level demons.

At this time, the Great Sage White Bone said loudly: "Everyone, we, the Great Sages of the Demon Clan, are of the same blood and will advance and retreat together."

"No matter how strong he is, can he really kill us all?"

"We should..."

"go!"

"After all, as long as there is green mountain, there is no fear of running out of firewood."

After the Great Sage White Bone finished speaking, he transformed into a stream of light and flew towards the horizon.

The words of the White Bone Great Sage caught everyone, including Zhong Qing, off guard.

Especially the other great saints, they had already been excited about a battle with the Great Saint White Bone, but they did not expect the Great Saint White Bone to say this unexpectedly.

After being stunned for a moment, they followed the White Bone Great Sage without saying a word and fled in all directions in an instant.

Obviously.

Although they spoke toughly.

But the dragon's might just now also left a deep shock in their hearts. Although they did not surrender directly, they were still terrified.

In addition, there was the submission of other monsters.

I don't understand in my heart that the situation is hopeless.

Running away became their only option.

As the four great saints fled, the Great Saint Feng Ling, who was meditating on the ground and had lost his ability to move, was stunned.

He shed blood for the demon clan, and he was injured for the demon clan.

We agreed that the demon clan and the Great Sage would advance and retreat together.

If you want to run away, take me with you!

However, at this time, the four great saints were already in a desperate situation, unable to save themselves, so how could they care about him?

Zhong Qing frowned slightly as he looked at the four great saints fleeing in all directions.

If it were an ordinary person, there would be nothing they could do about it.

After all, the Great Sage wanted to escape, so even though he was much stronger than them, leaving one or two behind was already his limit.

But Zhong Qing's mind moved, and the Lingfeng in his hand turned into a magical weapon again.

Under the control of his mind, the divine weapon's sharp blade seemed to have life and split into four forks.

Chased in all directions.

The speed of a great sage is astonishing, especially when he is trying to escape, he uses all kinds of secret methods to increase his speed.

In just a moment, he escaped thousands of miles away.

However, the speed of shutting out the opponent was no slower than theirs, and even faster.

The zero-sealing fork was like a spirit snake, breaking through the void in an instant and stretching out for thousands of miles.

It arrived directly in front of the necks of the four great saints.

At this moment, in the eyes of all the monsters, this scene was undoubtedly extremely shocking.

The sword stretched for thousands of miles, like a continent, pressing down on their heads, blocking out all light.

But among those present, the weakest ones were all powerful saints, who could see even in the dark.

It was hard for them to imagine what the magic weapon in Zhong Qing's hand was.

It can not only transform into a real dragon, but also possesses such ever-changing abilities.

The most important thing is that they felt an endless and terrifying murderous intent from the sword.

It seemed that if the sword moved one more step forward, even the Great Sage would suffer.

However, no matter how shocked they are, they are only standing from the perspective of an observer, and their true feelings cannot be as profound as those of the people involved.

At this time, the Great Sage of Bones, the Great Sage of Thunder, the Great Sage of Fire Spirit and even the Great Sage of the Void felt the coldness coming from their necks. They were panicked and their faces turned pale. A huge crisis of death swept over their bodies.

They're going crazy!

These people are powerful saints. Ordinary magic weapons can't even scratch their skin, let alone other things.

But this magical weapon gave them a feeling of endless danger and terror, as if it could devour their vitality and reap their lives at any time.