Qicilang became even more arrogant. He was very happy to see the ice sculpture king deflated. As he walked quickly, he said sarcastically: "Oh my god, you are already at the holy realm level, and you still want to obtain the duel godhood? Go back to your castle and cry.

Well, you are definitely out of luck!"

The ice sculpture king was so angry that he gritted his teeth and tried his best to move forward.

no!

He couldn't move forward even a millimeter. The invisible pressure ahead was more majestic and vast than mountains and seas.

"Did it just fail like this?"

"Watching people from the empire take away the godhead?"

"Damn it, damn it! Why didn't the ancestors leave such crucial information? Why?!"

The ice sculpture king was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

But the next moment, a turning point occurred.

Qicilang was also blocked and could no longer get closer.

"Hahaha, you have reached your limit." The Ice Sculpture King laughed.

This time, Qicilang remained silent and began to twist his body, struggling hard, trying to move forward.

But his situation was the same as that of the Ice Sculpture King, and the situation was very embarrassing for a while.

"It shouldn't be. Obviously the order I received is that if the godhead is really complete, let me come directly to get the duel godhead."

"If I didn't meet the conditions, the empire would never arrange it like this."

While Qicilang was puzzled, he didn't forget to fight back against the Ice Sculpture King: "What qualifications do you have to laugh at me? I only have 50 steps left to reach godhood, and you still have more than 100 steps left."

The Ice Sculpture King snorted coldly, remained silent for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

The next moment, he twisted the alchemy device, disappeared from the place, and returned to the top of Anqiu Mountain.

The duelists are slaughtering Imperial spies.

In the distance and high in the sky, there is the entanglement between the Sanctuary Shield Guards and the Mixue Tower.

The ice sculpture king was in a bad mood. He glanced around and landed next to Long Meng.

Long Meng quickly saluted: "Your Majesty!"

The Ice Sculpture King stared at Long Meng with complicated eyes for a while, and then sighed: "Come with me."

He put his hand on Long Meng's shoulder, twisted the alchemy device, and teleported into Anqiu again.

He returned to the starting line, and Long Meng was standing beside him, looking around curiously.

"That is the Duel Godhead. Your task is to go over and get it." The ice sculpture king said concisely and concisely.

Long Meng was startled and quickly said that this was not a treasure he could touch.

The Ice Sculpture King shook his head and sighed: "I really want to get it, but unfortunately, I am no longer qualified."

"Instead of letting the godhood fall into the hands of the empire, I hope you can obtain it."

"Of all the duelists here, you are the most qualified. If you are not good enough, no one will be."

Long Meng followed the instructions of the Ice Sculpture King and approached the Duel Godhead.

The king followed behind.

Halfway through, the king stopped suddenly, and the record was exactly the same as before.

Long Meng walked further and looked back: "Your Majesty?"

The king looked very responsible and waved to him: "Go and get the godhead."

Qici Lang's expression changed and he stared at Long Meng's light ball. He heard the voice: "Are you Long Meng?"

Then, he watched helplessly as Long Meng walked in the other direction, surpassing his record and only about 30 steps away from the godhead.

When the Ice Sculpture King saw that Long Meng could not move forward, he was extremely disappointed and his voice became hoarse: "If you can't do it, who else can?"

Seventh Lang exhaled, put aside his worries, and laughed loudly: "Long Meng, you lost to me. Your king also interfered in the sacred duel, which greatly violated the rules of the duel. Hahaha, so you have to

Come into the favor of the Godhead."

Qicilang's heart-wrenching words successfully hurt Long Meng.

Long Meng counterattacked, and his language was very sharp: "Who do you think you are? You are 50 steps away, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me?"

Nancilang gritted his teeth and his face was distorted with anger. But he was covered in a colorful ball of light, and outsiders could not see any change in his expression.

Just then, the fourth competitor appeared.
Chapter completed!