At this time, the monk who called himself Shang Shanling restrained his wanton laughter, swept away the awed and horrified crowd, and finally set his sights on Tianlong and the white-clothed monk, and said coldly:
"Haha, I even found a helper! I am a real monk in the Void Refining Realm, and you have just stepped into the third level. If you hadn't secretly attacked me back then, how could I have been severely injured by you? Today you are ready to Die!"
Looking at the visitor, Tianlong's face became extremely solemn for the first time, and he murmured to himself:
"Refining the void..."
"You and I join forces to kill this person first."
The monk in white said solemnly.
"good."
As soon as they finished speaking, the momentum of the two people also rose sharply, and they even vaguely reached a state similar to that of the aura man.
"All the juniors from the lower world evacuate!"
Not to mention, this person had just woken up and still cared about other people, which gave everyone a strange feeling.
Especially Yuan Anchu, who had earlier pretended to be a master and made the monks below the Wind Control Realm retreat away, cursed in his heart:
"Made, when did we, the great masters of the spirit-returning realm, become called juniors?"
But this is just a thought. After all, at their level of cultivation, they may have never experienced the terror of monks in the Void Refining Realm, but no one is a fool, and they all choose to stay away from the wind without hesitation.
In fact, Old Man Yuan still had some hesitation in his heart, because just now he had planned to make friends with the white-clothed monks, but the appearance of a monk who looked like he came from the Void Refining Realm in the upper world completely cut off his small thoughts.
"When will a mere remnant soul in the Void Refining Realm be worthy of crowing like a donkey and barking like a dog in front of me?"
Although the opponent's strength made him fearful, Tianlong still had the arrogant attitude of being the only one who could not help but take the lead in attacking the Shangshan Mausoleum.
He still didn't use any magic, as if his own dragon energy and dragon power were the best offensive blades. When Shang Shanling heard this, he immediately became furious, and the brilliance around him turned into a spiritual blade, and after colliding with the dragon's claws, he let out a There was a clanking sound like the clash of gold and iron.
I heard Shang Shanling, who had no real appearance but was shining brightly, mockingly:
"I don't know where this junior comes from. He's just a self-contained turtle in the lower world. I'm afraid he doesn't have the guts to ascend..."
But before the last word "Jie" came out of his mouth, a terrifying exclamation came from his mouth:
"No! This power is...is..."
What followed was that the spiritual blade it transformed exploded into pieces!
Of course, Tianlong also took several steps back after hitting Shang Shanling hard, but he did not show the slightest expression of depression or joy, and still said scornfully:
"Noisy."
The golden gray eyes flashed with cold light, and Tianlong flew away again. At the same time, the male cultivator in white with a chaotic face also took out a ethereal whisk with silver light. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, launched straight towards Shangshan Mausoleum. attack.
"You are the remnant!"
After the shock, Shang Shanling calmed down in an instant, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his sea of consciousness.
The other party was right. He was just a remnant of his soul now, but the purpose of sending him down was to find the "seed of transcendence" or to find a way to completely open the passage between heaven and earth.
According to Tianji's deduction, the so-called seeds of detachment were parasitic in the previous life!
But the strange thing is that he is not the first messenger sent by the immortals to the lower realm, but none of them has returned to the upper realm for thousands of years.
And he himself was secretly poisoned by the male cultivator in white with a chaotic face as soon as he entered the lower realm, and he ended up with only a trace of his soul left.
But after all, he is also a serious monk in the realm of refining the void. After mastering the context of the void and understanding the power of the void, his soul has long been able to survive alone.
The black-clothed monk had kept his severed finger warm and nurturing to this day in order to control him, but little did he know that he was also taking the opportunity to adapt to his new body.
And this fool not only allowed him to absorb the opponent's Yuanling True Fire, but also gave him a rare piece of immortal energy for free, which was a great tonic for him now!
"Although the physical body in the spirit realm is weak, I won't be able to take over his body in a short time. However, according to the current situation, if I fully unleash my soul power, I should have 50% of the combat effectiveness of my heyday."
Shang Shanling was calculating quickly in the sea of consciousness.
"And now we are in a small world, so we don't have to worry about heaven's punishment, and the Nine Heavens of Gui Ling is the pinnacle of the lower world. It is impossible for those two people to step into the Void Refining for no reason, so it is very likely to be related to heaven's secret!"
Having made up his mind, Shang Shanling sneered, his aura blazing, he first feinted a shot, directly dodging the fly whisk of the male cultivator in white, and then teleported directly, appeared behind Tianlong, and struck his vest with a palm !
Fortunately, the whisk was handy. The male cultivator in white flicked his wrist, and thousands of strands of dust shot out like silver needles. A mantis stalking the cicada and an oriole followed behind, and it also attacked Shang Shanling's back sneakily. The three of them hit each other. Inseparable.
"The monks in the realm of refining the void are indeed powerful. The void is not only about strength, but also focuses on the understanding of space. This has gone beyond the scope of the artistic conception, but is a kind of law and origin. No wonder those old immortals who have returned to the ninth level of the spirit are not dead. So afraid of the ascension tribulation.”
After Yuan Anchu was frightened by Tianlong, he watched the fight between the three bosses with lingering fear and murmured.
Different from the grandeur and awe of Yuan Anchu's battle against Tianlong, the "voice" of the three-man battle was much quieter, but the "momentum" that was conveyed to the hearts of everyone in the distance was countless times more majestic.
This is actually what Yuan Anchu said, the biggest difference between the realm of refining the void and the realm of returning to the spirit.
"That Shangshan Mausoleum possesses the real soul."
"Oh? You know that too?"
Yuan Anchu was shocked when he heard this, and curiously asked Hongchen Guest.
"Well, I heard my father mentioned that soul, soul, and soul correspond to the lower, middle, and upper levels of monks' practice today."
Hongchenke's voice was gentle and ethereal, ever-changing, but her eyes always stayed on Jiang Liu'er, who was kneeling on the ground, lost in thought.
"Could it be that your father has already..."
"Not yet. He said that the current level is already full of difficulties and dangers. Only the demon clan has retained some of the secrets for thousands of years. The ancestors did not dare to try it easily, let alone he himself still has a long way to go. Way to go.”
"This is really big news. My friend said it so easily."
Yuan Anchu smiled coquettishly and said secretly that your father is so self-effacing, so I dare to act like an uncle in front of you.
As the core elders of Tianwei City, he still had some understanding of the true identity of Hongchen Guest, so he successfully rescued the rumored "beautiful man" Jiang Liu'er.
"Ah Xin, the black sword was given to you by my father to absorb Yin evil spirits. Looking at you now, you should have been confused by Yin evil spirits. How about..."
"Go away! I don't need you to worry about it. Both of you, father and daughter, are crazy! Crazy! Sister Xiao is dead, Sister Xiao is dead..."
Lao Yuan looked at the "master and apprentice" with some embarrassment, and could only look at his nose and heart, silently.
Talking about the battle between the three of them, Shang Shanling had just returned to the world. Not to mention the magic weapon, even the weapons were transformed by spiritual power, so he was basically a pauper.
While Tianlong was alone, the white-clothed monks preferred spells, so without the lavish treasures, what they competed with was all about the hard power of real swords and guns.
With one against two, Shang Shanling was not at a disadvantage, no, it should be said that he had the upper hand!
When the battle was at its peak, he even used his empty soul to strengthen his newly acquired body, and then pierced the white-clothed monk's left chest with his sword and knocked him away a hundred feet away.
"Haha, look at your shortness of breath. Why, you still have old injuries on your body? Tsk tsk tsk, doesn't it hurt? Don't worry, I won't kill you so quickly. Enjoy it!"
Shang Shanling smiled evilly, obviously he had long wanted to eat the flesh and drink the blood of the monk in white.
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual light around him suddenly brightened again, and countless spiritual blades were transformed into them, wildly bombarding Tianlong who was still holding on.
These sharp blades seemed to be formed by spiritual power, but they seemed invisible and formless. After pouring on Tianlong, they scattered directly into little ripples without causing any impact on him.
"Pfft~"
A strange scene happened. Unexpectedly, Tianlong spit out a large mouthful of blood in less than ten moves with this seemingly ordinary spiritual blade, and the remaining golden eye quickly turned gray!
"Haha, what the immortals said is indeed true. You and other remnants are most afraid of attacks from divine souls!"
"Fire disaster!"
In order to ignore Shang Shanling's ridicule, Tianlong frowned and shook his head vigorously, trying to suppress Yan Hui's counterattack.
"Hey, I didn't expect that you, a beast, haven't devoured the soul of your new body yet. You are so kind!"
Shang Shanling said in surprise, and then without even looking, he blocked the sneak attack of the male cultivator in white, Fu Chen, and stamped his chest with a palm, knocking him away again.
"I asked you, junior, do you have any awareness of my human race? Why do you help these beasts and even carry out sneak attacks? Tsk, tsk, tsk, your cultivation should be top-notch in the lower world. Is it possible that all the humans here are Having fallen so low, are you worse than that beast?"
Shang Shanling's words were so vicious that the faces of the Jiuzhou monks, old and young, were all filled with resentment.
Especially those monks who have returned to the spirit realm. In a sense, they can already represent Jiuzhou. Even the immortals in the upper world should not insult them like this.
"Feixing's body is not suitable for you, come to me."
At this moment, a young man with long hair like blood and charming red eyes suddenly appeared not far from the three of them.
Qingyun!
"It's him?"
Glancing at Yuanxiang, Hongchenke said with some doubts.
"Do you know that boy, little friend?"
Yuan Anchu also asked curiously. He had a high level of cultivation and extraordinary vision.
This young man's aura is ancient and majestic, very similar to that of the old ghost with dragon claws. It is very likely that he was reborn by some ancient power, but similar to them, they are also very vain.
"do not know."
Hongchenke shook his head directly, but then blurted out and asked:
"Does Elder Yuan know him?"
Hearing this, Yuan Anchu immediately shook his head in embarrassment and cursed in his heart:
"Silly man, how do I know this unknown guy?"
Although he was thinking this in his mind, for some reason, when Hongchenke said this, he suddenly felt that this young man seemed familiar.
On the other side, the brothers Yao Pofeng and Yao Mengxun were close together because they secretly supported each other, and they all witnessed with their own eyes the scene where Witch Xiao died trying to save Qingyun Xiangxiaoyu.
Yao Pofeng was a little better. Although he felt uncomfortable, at least Little Brother Yun was fine. But Yao Mengxun was extremely emotional. Even though she didn't want to fight with Xiao Luoyi at the beginning, the death of the other party still made her heartbroken.
Because Xiao Yun'er's heart must have been broken.
