After Mingxin said this, Xuan Ji stared at him with a strange look. The vertical eye on his forehead slightly opened, and wisps of golden light appeared, making his face more sacred and illusory, and it was nowhere near the appearance of a demon like an incarnation in the small world.

"The gods and demons coexist, and life and death coexist. It seems that you have embarked on another path. It's just that the two minds are disturbed and it's hard to cultivate one body. If you practice the ancient tribulation energy at the same time, you can really control yourself and not grow up and cause disaster, or may you really enter into nirvana?" Mingxin couldn't help but sigh.

"There is no end to the end, life and death are endless, and the world is all in my mind. Why should I worry about the rest of things?" Xuan Ji said calmly, and the confidence in His words seemed to be impossible to block the boundary wall.

Mingxin couldn't help but look at him sideways and said intimately, "I am worthy of being the ancient venerable of Linglong Realm."

Although he had no intention in front of Xuan Ji, Taijiu and Bi Qing, he knew that there was still a certain gap between this venerable who had just broken free from the life span of the Mahayana monk Yuanhui and those ancient venerables who had lived several or even dozens of Yuanhui.

Of course, when they exist like this, there is almost no such possibility that they can easily kill each other. This gap is more about exploring the road to immortality.

Obviously, the first three have gone further, and He can only be considered to be just starting out and showing his sharpness.

If his life is in danger, he would not dare to provoke Feng. After all, Feng once thought of himself as the king of birds, and was arrogant and wanted to re-establish the ancient demon court and attack the sky, which made Jiuqin dissatisfied, which became the reason for the establishment of Jiuqin Cult.

"Since I have returned, you can't take the inspiration of Linghuan's origin this time, otherwise I will not be able to explain to other fellow Taoists. Of course, if you really come here in person, then with my current state, you will naturally be powerless. Besides, you want to refine the ancient tribulation energy and explore the secrets of it. This is an extremely dangerous thing. If you plunder so many Linghuan's origins, you have to consider the consequences clearly. After all, you don't want to see the Linglong Realm become like the Linghuan Realm now. Or do you have to live for too long and your patience is gone?" Ming Xin shook his head and said.

"Since you return, I shouldn't have made things difficult for you, right?" Xuan Ji said.

"No, but this matter really cannot be done!" Mingxin replied.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and it seemed that no one wanted to give in first.

At this moment, in the outside world, Jifeng's original body and moon corpse were in harmony, and his aura increased a lot out of thin air. After fighting with Jueyue, he avoided the sharp edge of the demon-subduing pestle and appeared strangely in the distance. Then his scarlet sleeve robe waved, and two balls of spiritual light, one gold and one blue, flew out from his cuffs, and the Mingyu Xuanguang Mirror suddenly showed his evil head and shoulders about a ft.

For a moment, Jueyue was wrapped in layers of golden and blue spiritual flames, and hundreds of divine patterns flowed in the fireworks.

However, the white lotus held by Jueyue in one hand melted in an instant, and turned into a lotus platform under his feet. The clear light flowed and it started to compete with it.

After Qin Feng turned around and attacked by Fu Shan, he no longer had any reservations. He gently grabbed the ancient sword in his hand and suddenly disintegrated into yellow and hazy light.

The nearby spiritual energy also roared in, condensed into a giant sword dozens of feet long in the air, falling from the sky, and stabbed towards the demon king of Fushan with a loud voice.

Under the giant sword, the Demon King of Fushan suddenly felt the spiritual energy that was still turning like a heart, like a quagmire, and he could not move even if he dragged it for half a step.

However, under this circumstance, Fushan did not show any panic.

It roared up and roared, its body full of blood. Its head, which was originally a turtle head, had its head horns, and in an instant it turned into a dragon head. Then the light flowed along the tortoise shell pattern. An ancient bronze monument dozens of feet high stood up, blocking the giant sword that was falling down.

Qin Feng's face darkened, and the magic tricks activate again. The spiritual energy in the sky surged towards the giant sword, making the body more solid. When he swung it down, he actually had the posture of cutting off the bronze monument.

"Hmph!" The Demon King of Fushan roared. It originally did not want to get involved in the matter, but it had been a great favor from Ao Yu before and had to repay him. Then it was invited. It was just thinking about dragging down one or two monks, and did not want to fight with him for life and death.

But at this moment, Qin Feng had already taken all his strength, and it no longer retained anything. His whole body's magic power was stimulated, snatching the nearby spiritual energy control, and no longer allowing the giant sword to continue to condense into reality.

Then a yellowish-colored spirit bead appeared in its mouth, and the plundered spiritual energy immediately injected into it, and a ball of yellow and hazy light rose out of thin air.

This light ball has expanded from the size of an ordinary person's head, and it has expanded in several breaths until it is several feet wide.

There were silver lights as thin as hair, as if they contained countless sharp blades, and as if there were countless lightning lights in it.

Qin Feng suddenly felt like a light on his back. With a divine thought, the ancient shield he had summoned before immediately protected him. Then, with a wave of his hand, several purple thunder beads flew out of his sleeves, leaping purple thunder lightning, and shooting towards the light ball sacrificed by the Demon King of Fushan.

As soon as the Demon King of Fushan thought, the yellowish ball of light suddenly shrank, and the spiritual light was divided into two, part of which was still accumulated, while the other part turned into dozens of silver-patterned arrows and shot towards the purple thunder bead.

Once the two are connected, silver and purple lightnings are surging in an instant.

Amid the rumbling sound, a strong wind in the sky was rolled up and whistled in all directions.

Then two invisible objects that were invisible to the naked eye collided and exploded in the lightning. Qin Feng and Fu Shan, the two Nascent Soul cultivators, groaned and even spit out blood from their mouths.

As soon as these blood appeared, they were blown away by the strong wind.

Just now, in addition to activate magic weapons and casting secret techniques, both sides also thought of going together and also letting out their spiritual consciousness, and they wanted to have a surprise.

In this battle, both sides discovered the other party’s plan, but neither of them had the idea of ​​stopping first.

For a moment, bursts of bursts came from the air. In the strong wind, two vague shadows transformed by spiritual consciousness transformed everywhere, without giving in to each other.

Just when both sides were angry, Ye Ning, who was originally in a messy mountain and rock, was guarded by the Lingbao River Books inherited by the Xuantu Clan, had a wake-up call in his heart.

It immediately jumped into the sky, but it had just flew up for only dozens of feet. Suddenly, the soil and rocks burst from the ground. Dozens of brown-black vines as thick as bowls danced like crazy pythons, ignoring its protective light, entangled its four feet and body, and pulled it down suddenly, leaving only a dark pit on the ground.

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