"Zhenwu, you choose! Or you choose me. I only need the source power accumulated in the Immortal Source Realm this time, and the arrangement used in the Immortal Source Realm once. Anyway, you know Lin Yun's talent. Even without these, he can practice very quickly. On the contrary, if he obtains these, he may quickly reach the low level of the Saint Realm. At that time, how long can he stay in this universe? How can he complete the tasks left by Master Daozu?" The saint of Langya said lightly.

"After this time, no matter whether he succeeds or fails, I will never ask for a second chance. In a thousand years, Lin Yun can use all the source power accumulated in the Immortal Source Realm in the future. At that time, no matter how he controls the Immortal Source Realm, he will not care about my affairs. No matter what height Lin Yun reaches in the future, he can stay in this universe for a thousand years. At that time, he may have the ability to break the 35th heaven of this universe, and it may not be necessary, and the future will be broader..." Then, the Saint of Langya continued.

"There is no time..." Zhenwu Saint Lord shook his head and said.

If there was no connection between the universe and the underworld, he might have been persuaded by the Saint Langya, but he knew very well that the feeling he had mentioned before was not a simple guess.

The premonition ability of their level practitioners is very strong. If, after he leaves this universe, a powerful person will not be born soon, the universe is really likely to face a catastrophe.

At that time, what is the point of talking about what will happen thousands of years later?

The immortal source holy land may no longer exist!

"So, have you insisted on choosing Lin Yun?" The saint of Langya smiled faintly and said.

The Zhenwu Saint Lord frowned slightly, and faintly, he felt that the expression of the saint Langya was a little wrong.

"I have given you a chance, but you really don't grasp it..." At this moment, the saint of Langya said quietly, and a cold light flashed slightly in the depths of his eyes looking at the Saint of Zhenwu.

"boom!"

The next moment, the Saint Langya flashed towards the Saint Zhenwu, and at the same time, he held a long sword in his hand and slashed towards the Saint Zhenwu.

"What?"

Seeing this scene, the saints around were shocked.

Could it be that the saint of Langya is crazy?

They all know how powerful the Zhenwu Saint is, and how powerful the Langya Saint is. The Langya Saint is definitely not the opponent of the Zhenwu Saint. At this moment, he dares to take the initiative to attack the Zhenwu Saint?

Could it be that this saint of Langya is not afraid that the Saint of Zhenwu will kill him?

"This saint of Langya..." Lin Yun's pupils shrank slightly, and he was also very surprised.

He also did not expect that the Saint of Langya would dare to attack the Saint of Zhenwu.

"Zhenwu, be careful!" The Holy Mother couldn't help but speak.

Although she didn't know why the saint of Langya dared to attack the Zhenwu Saint, since the saint of Langya dared to take action, it should be a ceremonial war.

"Langya!" Zhenwu Saint Lord's heart sank and shouted softly.

"boom--"

As he spoke, a powerful aura appeared on the body of the Zhenwu Saint Lord and quickly headed towards the Lord Langya.

However, without waiting for his body to move forward, his body trembled slightly, and the breath on his body began to be confused, and even a small riot began to riot. As a result, the momentum on his body began to decline rapidly.

"The Water of Netherworld?" Zhenwu Saint Lord's face changed drastically and he said in a lost voice.

He is already the realm of a saint, and even outside the universe, he is a strong man. Among the unopened universe, there are very few things that can threaten him.

The symptoms he has now are the situation of the treasures of heaven and earth that the Taoist ancestor Li Er told him. The most important thing is that this treasure of heaven and earth can be born in this universe.

Even thousands of years ago, Taoist ancestor publicly preached that when all races worshiped and offered treasures, he remembered that one of them was the water of the underworld. It is said that a drop could be born in hundreds of millions of years at a space node invisibly connected to the universe and the underworld.

Therefore, after this happened, he immediately thought of this item.

The water of the Netherworld is colorless and tasteless when used. It is difficult for ordinary saints to detect that this poison has the ability to hide. Once poison is poisoned, the person who uses poison will not activate it. If it is activated, the poisoned person will start to collapse when he exercises his skills.

Unexpectedly, he was actually caught in this poisonous substance. It was obvious that this was the work of the saint of Langya. I just don’t know when the saint of Langya gave him this poisonous substance.

"Swish!" At this moment, the Lord Langya slashed at the body of the Zhenwu Saint Lord with a sword.

"Bang--"

Because the Zhenwu Saint Lord could not use his power to resist, the sword fell firmly on him. The Zhenwu Saint Lord's body immediately exploded and turned into shatter.

Fortunately, the Zhenwu Saint Lord has reached the realm of the Saint Lord, and the vitality of the saint is very irresistible. It is no problem to be reborn from the blood, let alone the realm of the Saint Lord. Although the Zhenwu Saint Lord has been poisoned, which greatly reduces the activity of his vitality, it is still very powerful.

Soon, the Zhenwu Saint Lord turned into a shattered body and gathered together again.

The Zhenwu Saint Lord looked up and looked at the saint Langya who had stopped attacking, with a gloomy face.

"Yes, it is the Netherworld Water, Zhenwu. Since you know Netherworld Water, you must also know the consequences of being caught in Netherworld Water. For the sake of your and I have known each other for thousands of years, you will surrender now and recognize what I want to do. I can untie the Netherworld poison on you afterwards and make you have nothing to do." At this moment, the saint of Langya smiled slightly and said.

The attack just now seemed to be giving Zhenwu Saint Lord a warning and let Zhenwu Saint Lord see the reality clearly.

"Water of Netherworld?"

"What is Nether Water?"

"The Zhenwu Saint Lord was actually infected with a powerful poison...this matter..."

Many saints around him saw this scene and were surprised to say that some saints couldn't help but feel moved.

There are only two powerful people in the Holy Land of Xianyuan. The Zhenwu Saint Lord has been poisoned, so only the saints of Langya are left. In addition, there are so many ordinary saints of them, can they do whatever they want?

"Zhenwu Saint Lord, are you okay?" Lin Yun was shocked and flashed to Zhenwu Saint Lord, looked at Zhenwu Saint Lord, and said.

Now, their biggest reliance is the Zhenwu Saint Lord. If something happens to the Zhenwu Saint Lord, he and the Holy Mother will be in danger. Even if he is on earth, there are people and subordinates who are placed in the Immortal Source Holy Land, they will be in danger.

"Haha..." Zhenwu Saint Lord laughed terrified.

He really didn't expect that the Saint Langya would poison him. Perhaps he had never been wary of the Saint Langya, so he was caught in the Netherworld Water that the Saint Langya gave him.

Also, thousands of years ago, the Taoist ancestor Li Er was born and led their 72 disciples to move from humble to powerful, from ordinary immortal sources to the entire universe, and soon became the holy land of the immortal source, the top blessed land of the entire universe, and finally established a powerful space like the Immortal Source Realm.

The seventy-two disciples did not say that they loved each other, but they worked together, each with a sense of arrogance in their hearts and looked down on the entire universe.

In the end, the Taoist ancestor Li Er left with another seventy disciples, leaving only him and Langya, which is said to be a better relationship.

How did he think that Langya actually poisoned him secretly?

"For the sake of knowing you and I have known each other for thousands of years? Haha! You let me surrender, probably not because of knowing you and I have known each other for thousands of years, but because I can't tell you how much strength I have left?" The Zhenwu Saint Lord did not answer Lin Yun's words, but looked at the saint of Langya in the distance, laughed at himself and said.

Just now, the saint of Langya retreated for a while. I'm afraid that he was still afraid of him in his heart!

"How is it possible? At least you and I have had a relationship for thousands of years or a relationship between brothers and sisters. How could I have such a mentality?" The saint of Langya shook his head and said.

The Zhenwu Saint Lord glanced at the saint Langya and said slowly: "The world often says that people's hearts are changing easily, and I have never deeply understood it, but today, I have deeply understood it. I really don't know much about what kind of psychology you are now."

He was sure that thousands of years ago, the saint of Langya was definitely not like this. At that time, the saint of Langya was still very weak. Anyone with strong thoughts could be almost the same.

How could a peerless figure like the Taoist ancestor Li Er not be able to sense clearly?

It can only be said that in the past few thousand years, the nature of the saint Langya is no longer what it used to be, and he really cannot sense it clearly, otherwise he would not have been planted by the saint Langya to the poison of the water from the underworld.

"Zhenwu..." The saint of Langya was about to speak again.

"Let's talk about it, today, let me see how much your strength has grown after thousands of years!" The Saint of Zhenwu interrupted the words of the Saint of Langya, and a golden long sword appeared in his hand, pointing at the Saint of Langya, and said lightly.

"The Sword of True Martial Arts!" The saint of Langya narrowed his eyes slightly.

Once upon a time, Lord Li Er, the Taoist ancestor, refined 72 flying sword magic weapons for their 72 disciples. The sword name was named after their respective names. The flying sword of the Zhenwu Saint Lord was the Zhenwu Sword, and his flying sword was the Langya Sword.

Every sword is extraordinary, but this is not the reason why he values ​​this flying sword.

Instead, when their seventy-two disciples intervene, they never use these flying swords.

Including the sword he used when he attacked the Zhenwu Saint Lord just now, it was not the Langya Sword.

Now, the Zhenwu Saint Lord used this flying sword, which seemed to have a sense of breaking with him.

Thousands of years ago, their seventy-two disciples followed the Taoist ancestor Li Er to practice. Scenes seemed to appear before him again. For a moment, his heart was a little complicated.

"Okay! I haven't fought with Brother Zhenwu for a long time. Let me see how powerful you are!" The Saint Langya reached out and a long sword appeared in his hand, emitting a white light. He looked at the Saint Zhenwu and said slowly.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The next moment, the Zhenwu Saint Lord flashed over first, and the Langya Saint came forward immediately, and the two figures collided quickly.

"Boom--"

The Immortal Source Realm vibrated, and space collapsed, and space cracks appeared.

At this moment, the strength shown by the saint of Langya seemed to be even greater than when he fought with Lin Yun just now.
Chapter completed!