In the distance, Mu Jisanren was covered in the demon armor with black air, and his body strangely disappeared from the spot. Then nearly a hundred phantoms suddenly turned into, and with hissing sound of breaking through the air, he headed towards Yu.

These phantoms are hard to distinguish between true and false. Yu Xing suddenly retreated quickly. At the same time, without thinking about it, the sword lights all over him were radiant.

Only a dense clanging and crisp sound was heard, and nearly a hundred phantoms were actually physical in the sword lights all over the sky.

Seeing this, Yu Xing's face changed suddenly, but he immediately reacted, then roared angrily, with a thunderous sound, and the phantoms suddenly stopped for a moment.

Then he turned his hand and blocked a black demon claw coming from behind.

After this short battle, Yu Xing no longer hesitated at all, turned around and fled towards Wanjian Peak.

The body of Mu Jisanren appeared again, and the more than a hundred phantoms disappeared in an instant, turning into wisps of faint light condensed in his palm, turning into a faint and green spirit bead.

When all the god-transforming monks in the distance saw this scene, they all looked at the old monk who was crouching in the hazy smoke.

"What, only you can take out the inherited spiritual treasure to help the mysterious soul, can't I help the demon body?" Lao Teng said calmly.

The faint green spirit bead is the inherited spiritual treasure of the Wuli clan.

What surprised the other god-transforming monks was that when did this old monk hide it from their eyes and handed the treasure to Mu Jisanren.

"Of course there is no problem. But fellow Taoists are unique and do not help the juniors in the Kunzhang family. Seeing that it was killed by Cao Xiu and Ye Ning, they turned around to help Mu Ji Sanren. This abacus was really unexpected to me! Fellow Daoist Qianmu, if Mu Ji wins at that time, how should the quota for this reverse spirit channel be allocated?" Ao Yu said slowly.

"Everything is determined by the master." Qianmu, who was squatting at the feet of the phantom, said in a calm tone.

"Since that's the case, then fellow Taoist Kun Zhang, are you pressing the treasure on the wooden fuselage like Fu Miao?" Ao Yu turned his head and said to a giant fish looming in the clouds in the distance.

"Do you have so many problems with your old loach?" Kun Zhang said.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other god-transforming monks burst into laughter.

However, while laughing, everyone sent the news and soul to the great Nascent Soul monks under their seats, as well as the mysterious soul monks, so that they could be prepared.

"Be smart!" Ao Yu responded again, and then he became silent.

The words came to Mingxin's ears in the crack in the void. He was intrigued and asked Xuan Ji with a smile:

"You see, if the little squid wins the bet, will you accept it or not? This little squid bloodline also has a bit of abduction. When the squid knows, will he say he will settle the score with you?"

"He has been sleeping in the Yunmeng Fantasy Realm for many years. When He wakes up again, I don't know how long it will take. What should I worry about? Those who can achieve the transformation of gods by the method I pass on in a world where spiritual energy declines like Xiaohuan Realm. After a little cultivation comes to the spiritual world, they will have great potential to advance to the fusion stage. If Wuneng comes out of Yunmeng and sees such a fusion monk appearing in the clan, how can I not be grateful to me?" Xuan Ji said without rushing.

"You should say this in front of Him then. Yu Xing led your incarnation to Wanjian Peak, aren't you worried?" Ming Xin shook his head and said.

"Although the Xuanyuan Wanhua Formation is powerful, 70% of the inspirations that are within a radius of millions of miles nearby are gathered here by me. Relying on the spirit veins of Wanjian Peak alone is no longer enough to support the formation to be fully exerted. Unless Kunpeng makes trouble from it, no matter how the junior plans, he will be unable to save the general trend." Xuan Ji said.

The inspiration He gathered was not only the spiritual energy that spreads in the air, but also all the unparalleled spirits such as mountains, rivers, oceans and seas.

If it weren't for not wanting to do too much, this monk with a radius of millions of miles would not be able to escape such a disaster.

As for the Xuanyuan Wanhua Formation, it was secretly arranged by Yu Xing after he regained the Wanjian Peak and rebuilt the Wanjian Sect in the past two hundred years.

"Would Kunpeng be so stupid? It would be enough to do this thing of robbing food at the tiger's mouth once. How could He appear here again? Or would there be secrets that I don't know?" Ming Xin asked with half-squinted eyes.

"Didn't you expect this? Kunpeng suffered this disaster and was barely resurrected, but the true spirit was hidden by the ancient tribulation aura of the barbarian tribulation. He might not do anything that I could not even imagine? Anyway, it would be okay to try such a thing, even if there is no harvest, it would be harmless!" Xuan Ji said.

"That's the case, but how long do you have to wander outside the world? Now the inspiration has gathered, and the time has come!" Ming Xin said.

After a monk embarks on cultivation, his five senses will become more and more sensitive. After a profound realm, he will have a mysterious and mysterious response to some things, which can know good fortune and misfortune and predict life and death!

Of course, this is not something that ordinary monks can have. Only after reaching the Mahayana realm can monks give birth to this kind of holy spirit instinct that is almost supernatural.

This is also an important reason why Mahayana monks are so difficult to fall in heaven and earth.

Unless other cultivators of the same level are determined to set up a killing situation and use the mysterious things transformed by the rules to deceive the inspiration in the dark, they can lead the other party into the trap.

The vertical eye in Xuan Ji's eyebrows opened slightly, and a golden light appeared in her eyes. Her eyes crossed the boundary wall and looked at Mingxin thoughtfully and said:

"You have not left here yet, and when is the time to talk about it? I have promised you so much. If you can, you will be content with this love. Otherwise, in the end, you will be useless and this kind of thing will not be good for you and me! Now I will no longer hide it from you. Now I urgently need the Man Gu Tribulation Qi to practice a secret method. Should you give it or not? Although Xiaohuan Realm is no longer as vital as it was more than 100,000 years ago, even if I swallow these inspirations, I will not hurt its roots. In another few hundred years, it will be restored to its original state."

"It's not appropriate. You naturally cannot break your trust in what you promised me before. You must do everything you should do. However, the Linghuan Realm will no longer be as prosperous as before. You can take away the foreign things like the ancient tribulation aura, but the original inspiration of this world is not good! This is my bottom line. I believe you also understand that Kunpeng is really ignorant, and only has instinct, and will appear to stop you. Now I can't give in. As long as you don't come in person today, relying solely on this incarnation, don't blame me for killing it." Ming Xin said without blushing and breathing.
Chapter completed!