I quit the sect and became a demon cultivator. Master and Sister kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

Gong Shuyang has followed Meng Youxian for many years, but has never seen him touch the head with his famous immortal hand.

Because few people can force him to do this.

"If Duguxia hadn't been so cruel and brutal, the sects that had joined Luanhun Mountain wouldn't have become disloyal to Tianxing Palace!"

He turned his head to look at Jing Hexi, "Whether the Marquis can attack Linxian Pavilion is still unknown!"

Jing Hexi admitted it generously.

"Meng Youxian gathered dozens of sects, but they were all disunited and in disarray. Many of them surrendered along the way!"

"There are countless people who have been divided and instigated by Liang Jing!"

"The reason I can defeat you is not because of strategy, but because I serve the Sixth Prince, while you serve the Tianxing Palace!"

Gong Shuyang smiled bitterly, "Serving the Third Palace Master is indeed no different from serving the Tianxing Palace, although I have always refused to admit it!"

Liang Ziyi laughed out loud and said, "The matter is done. There is no point in saying more. Let's see how the Sixth Prince breaks the immortal's touch!"

Gong Shuyang glanced sideways, "Lord Liang, do you think the Sixth Prince can break the Immortal Touching Head Technique?"

Liang Ziyi shook his head. "From a cultivator's perspective, it's absolutely impossible to break it. Cultivation realms and skills aren't something you can just play around with. But the Sixth Prince's order is another matter!"

There was a distant look in Gong Shuyang's eyes.

"Those who follow the Sixth Prince have absolute confidence in him. Even in the face of adversity, they believe that nothing in the world can stump him!"

"Such deified trust is almost equivalent to a kind of faith. I, a scholar, am truly impressed!"

Meng Youxian's immortal stroked his head and lowered it.

Li Changqing's heart was pounding, and he uprooted several huge trees that were as thick as his arms, and piled them up to a height of nearly twenty feet to support the falling giant palm.

Afterwards, the Tiangang Divine Fist and the Wanxiang Sword Technique were launched one after another, but the giant palm was like a solid wall, and all the momentum was like a drop in the ocean.

However, the momentum of his descent shattered his fist and sword power one by one, and unprecedented pressure came down on his head.

The trees piled together collapsed to the ground inch by inch with the loud bang, and were struck by the lightning from the immortal's head, burning in a raging fire. In a short while, they were reduced to ashes.

Xuanyuan Zhishui hooked his fingers, his face pale.

She is also a cultivator and can see the gap between Li Changqing and Meng Youxian. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to break the immortal's touch on the head.

Ye Ling'er, who was chatting with Meng Ling and others, also fell silent and looked up at the void. She didn't care about the immortal touching her head.

She just wanted to see what Li Changqing's ending would be.

No matter how strong Meng Youxian is, the worst result is that he defeats Li Changqing, not kills him.

Since she can survive, the ending doesn't matter to her.

She was just curious about why Li Changqing agreed to Meng Youxian's challenge and how he would respond.

In the void was Li Changqing, who had become somewhat interested in the so-called competitions and duels in the cultivation world.

"Saint Maiden, His Highness the Sixth Prince seems to have been defeated!"

Ye Ling'er smiled faintly, "If he loses, then he loses. Losing once doesn't mean anything, and it won't make him feel defeated!"

"This Sixth Prince will do his utmost to achieve a good result, but he will not care much about the result afterwards!"

"He will think that the result means the end, and he will welcome a new process and a new result!"

Meng Chi asked her, "Saint, aren't you worried?"

Ye Ling'er smiled, "I'm not worried, Shisui is!"

She glanced at Xuanyuan Zhishui playfully, "Ah, when will she be able to regain her chivalrous demeanor as the swordswoman she once traveled across the world with?"

Li Changqing really couldn't withstand the pressure, the gap in their realms was indeed like a chasm.

Despite his courage.

The immortal stroked the top of his head like the wrath of heaven, and the lightning in his palm lashed down like a whip, causing even the Nine Yang Golden Body to feel a stinging pain.

He still refused Bai Ji's help.

"My competition with Meng Youxian is fair. It doesn't involve life or death. Why are you here to cause trouble?"

"This isn't a conquest. I don't want to win unfairly!"

"Besides, it's not shameful to lose to him. Besides, just because I haven't won yet doesn't mean I will lose!"

Bai Ji said angrily, "It's up to you. Your kindness has been taken for granted. You will suffer a great loss to dampen your spirit!"

After she spoke, she fell silent.

But she was still sensing the situation outside the Sky-Breaking Bell, and her attitude towards Li Changqing was very different from before.

There's even a hint of...

Thinking of this, Bai Ji shook her head in denial, "I am Fox Lord!"

Looking at the raging wind in the void, Jing Hexi and others had their clothes fluttering and their thoughts in a mess.

Yu Jingliang and the other two were eager to see Li Changqing break the Immortal's Touching the Top of the Head and bring the attack on Linxian Pavilion to a perfect end.

Those who looked up all over the mountains and plains were all people who submitted to the Sixth Prince. Victory would inspire them in future conquests.

Meng Youxian is only the master of the third palace.

Behind him are Duguxia and Ling Tianzhao, and their cultivation is higher than Meng Youxian.

If I lose, I will wonder in my heart, can I really attack Tianxing Palace?

These people are from all walks of life gathered in Luanhun Mountain and those from the sects who surrendered.

In terms of direct descendants, there are only the two of them, the nine divisions of the Demon Suppression Division, and the people of the Xuanyuan clan. Their strength is not enough to deal with what will happen next.

Under tremendous pressure, Li Changqing refused to give in.

Even in mid-air, with blood gushing out of his mouth, he refused to descend even an inch.

All the internal organs were squeezed and the head felt dizzy.

The current resistance is based purely on consciousness and will.

The internal organs contracted and squeezed under the pressure, making a violent friction sound that gradually began to echo.

Li Changqing could sense that the sound was stretching his internal organs again, and a surge of spiritual power surged up from his Dantian Qi Sea.

A dragon roared, vibrating in the chest.

The soul almost flew out.

Fortunately, what flew out was not the soul, but the dragon roar that cleansed his meridians every day, the dragon roar that had long been integrated into his bones and blood.

At this time, the dragon's roar turned into a shadow, circling around his arm and extending to his palm.

"break!"

Li Changqing held a fist in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and two dragon shadows came out with great momentum.

This shocking change suddenly made many people cry!

It is always touching to see heroes who turn the tide in desperate situations.

The immortal stopped falling down under the impact of the dragon shadow.

Meng Youxian's pupils shrank, "Why does this boy have the power of heaven?"

Then he suppressed all his aura again.

The loud bangs never stopped, and a vortex like a hollow hole exploded in the void.

The dragon roared, surrounded by thunder and lightning, spewing out thick flames, burning away all its momentum, and the giant palm immediately cracked.

Like a star exploding, the flames almost covered the sky above Linxian Pavilion.

The piled-up trees turned into black ashes one after another and quickly disappeared in the strong wind.

Meng Youxian fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.

His face was pale. He raised his hand to look at his palm. The silver-white gloves had several cracks. The strong wind blew and broke them into pieces and fell to the ground.

There was a look of loss in his eyes, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

He didn't expect this result.

But the result is the result after all. He looked up calmly and watched Li Changqing fall to the ground.

I was soaked in sweat and exhausted.

He was still holding on, and the two glances in his eyes were particularly sharp, as if they could cut through everything in the world.

"I lost!"

Meng Youxian sighed, "It seems that I am getting old!"