But this time, what Qin Cheng picked up was a golden seal with a soul seal.

Amidst the buzzing sound, the divine fire seal suspended above Qin Cheng's head continued to rotate, making bursts of sounds.

Then ripples, like ripples, spread crazily towards the twelve surrounding peaks.

The peaks trembled, and wisps of vast dark green light flew out, heading straight for Qin City.

One, two, three!

In an instant, the spirits of the six peaks all gathered in the sky above Qin City.

"So what? You still lose to me!"

Seeing the spirits of the six peaks gathering together, Wang Meng gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

In his heart, he actually knew that if it weren't for Peng Shui's despicable tricks, he would have lost.

But so what, the winner is the king and the loser is the loser.

After the torrent of history continues to roll over, who among the people will remember the failed Qin City today. The only one who has left his name in the Jihuo Sect is himself, as the sect leader!

"Really?"

Qin Cheng sneered and re-injected his previous insights into the fully activated Divine Fire Seal.

The divine fire seal trembled more violently, triggering more and more divine peak spirits.

Not only the six peaks that identify Qincheng, but the remaining seven peaks are also trembling, like an earthquake.

Bang bang bang!

When this shaking reaches its extreme.

Streams of black smoke filled the air, as if the seal had been broken, including the first peak at the foot of Qincheng.

On top of the thirteen peaks, the spirits of the peaks gathered together like a tide, forming blurry silhouettes of people.

"The mountain spirit transforms into a god? This!"

Everyone was surprised when they saw those figures who were dozens of feet tall and covered in dark green bodies.

But what shocked them even more was what came next.

These condensed mountain spirits actually put up their hands, imitating the appearance of ancient scribes, and slowly bowed towards Qin Cheng, or Qin Cheng, holding up the heaven and earth emanating from the divine fire seal.

Thirteen peaks, thirteen spirits.

Salute to Qin Cheng as a disciple!

Everyone was stunned, and there was an uproar in their hearts.

What kind of flame perception did Qin Cheng give to the spirits of these mountain peaks, so that these peaks that have been standing here for a long time could not help but express their gratitude to Qin Cheng?

Actually, this is normal.

No matter how long it takes for the mountain peaks to appear, they still cannot reach the ancient times.

How can these divine peak spirits learn and understand the eight-character understanding of the Ancient Flame Emperor?

Looking at the condensed shadows of the thirteen peaks, he saluted Qincheng.

An idea came to everyone's mind.

This time the Shenfeng recognized its master, Qin Cheng won.

Wang Meng only aroused the resonance of the seven mountain peaks, like a glimmering insect.

Qin Cheng even let Feng Ling incarnate, and the gap between the two was as big as heaven and earth.

It feels like everyone is looking at me.

Wang Meng's expression suddenly changed.

"Wang Meng, you lost, what else can you say now?"

Tang Qiong took a deep breath, feeling extremely excited.

Although I don’t know how Qin Cheng did it, a win is a win.

When everyone was in despair and thought that the overall situation was decided, Qin Cheng did not give up, and even won the battle.

"There must be something fishy here, there must be something!"

Wang Meng's pupils shrank, his emotions were a little confused, and he couldn't help but yell.

I have resonated with more than half of the mountains, how can I still lose?

I thought that my position as the leader of the sect was secure, but in the end, my boat capsized in the gutter.

"Master Wang, it seems that you have lost."

Behind Wang Meng, Wang Shengyuan also shook his head in despair.

Wang Meng grabbed Wang Shengyuan and looked at Peng Shui.

But at this time, Peng Shui shook his head and backed away with a disappointed look on his face.

Wang Meng's body trembled. What does this mean? Have Peng Shui and Wang Shengyuan given up on themselves?

Why can Qin Cheng win? He is not as old as me, and his time in Jihuomen is not as good as mine.

I took refuge in the Shadowless Demon Sect, betrayed myself, and ended up losing.

Qin Cheng must be causing trouble.

Yes, just like himself, he must have done some tricks.

"You brat, hand over the Divine Fire Seal! There must be a ghost in here."

Wang Meng's eyes were about to burst and he rushed towards Qin Cheng.

Qin Cheng frowned, not expecting Wang Meng to be so crazy.

This divine peak resonance competition has just ended, and he is going to snatch the divine fire seal.

However, this thing should not have fallen into Wang Meng's hands. Now that it has been fused with the seal soul, Qin Cheng is even less likely to give it to him.

The body swayed, gathered up the aura that filled the sky, and then stepped back.

Thousands of starlights dissipated, and the mountain spirits of the Thirteen Peaks also disappeared in gratitude.

In front of Qin Cheng, there were only Wang Meng's crazy cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

"Die!"

Wang Meng roared and suddenly blasted out a shocking fire dragon.

"town!"

Qin Cheng looked cold, and if he wanted to fight, he would not be polite.

If he were in other places, perhaps facing Wang Meng who was declining in the Tribulation Realm, he could only temporarily avoid his sharp edge and slowly take advantage of it.
Chapter completed!