It was just in the sky that was fierce, and the tidal air surrounded the dense jungle here.
Deep in the dense forest, an ancient, altar-like stone building blocked most of it by lush branches, and the sunlight shone through the cracks of the leaves, making the mottled highlights look even more mysterious.
The old man Damodho was meditating in the altar with concentration. He still regarded the appearance of Venerable Yunxiao that Jiajun saw, but his face was a little tired.
"Huh?" The old man Damodo suddenly frowned, stood up suddenly, turned around and disappeared without a trace.
After a while, a group of nine people in black robes landed near the altar.
"It's rare, water! This is the first time you've participated in the action? Why are you interested in this half-destroyed Holy Land powerhouse?" Ming joked at Jiaming with a sarcastic look on his face. The one who came was the Demon Hunting Group.
"You guys go to work on your own," Jiaming squinted his eyes in a lazy tone, "I'll take a break here."
"you!"
"Enough, do the job!" Lei interrupted Ming with anger, "Shui is here. With this altar as the center, we searched in four directions in groups of two."
"If the information is true, the old man Damodou just fought with four immortal strong men. Although he won, he was still injured and was recovering from his injuries nearby." Lei continued, "No team should face each other head-on. Once he found his trace, he only needed to protect himself and immediately notify everyone with a sound notification."
Ming stared at Jiaming fiercely, who just meditated on the altar as if nothing had happened. The eight members took action quickly as they were told.
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"That's great, did you guy find me? He even sent your teammates away?" Just after everyone left, an old voice slowly rang near the altar.
"Your hiding is just like this." Jiaming smiled and opened his eyes, as if he had expected it.
"Hehehe..." Not far from the altar, a faint white smoke surged out, and the old man Damodu appeared again. "I still know what I am capable of. You can find that I am naturally extraordinary. However, you are not at a high level, but you have sent out a group of teammates. Why is it meant to stay alone?"
"Your Excellency killed all sides and released the news of your injury on his own. It was just to attract more immortal strong men to deal with you so that you can be sucked by your parasitic technique." Jiaming looked calm, "Your cultivation should have been stable to the early stage of the Holy Realm now. Can these false holy immortals be able to deal with you by adding up?"
"Hahahaha!" The old man Damo was stunned at first, and then laughed unruly, "You boy see so thoroughly, and you dare to stay and die? No matter what your purpose is, I have absorbed your magic power first, and then searched my soul carefully!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred. He approached Jiaming with lightning speed and then slashed hard with one palm.
"Huh?" Just as his big palm was about to hit, an inexplicable fluctuation flashed beside Jiaming. The monstrous magic power driven by the old man Damo was unstable and quickly dissipated in the resonance of the fluctuations.
"Space fluctuations? You have the magical powers of space!" Old Man Damo frowned, "No wonder he is so arrogant, but you kid can't help but underestimate the word "Sanctuary Domain!"
After saying that, he smiled grimly, and the tired look on his face disappeared completely, and a shocking aura erupted. His hands suddenly pulled to both sides, and a huge, dark space crack appeared, and the surrounding spiritual energy of the heaven and earth boiled. A shrill sound of the wind seemed to be swallowed by the black gap.
"The Holy Realm can tear apart the vacuum. Don't embarrass your little space trick!" Old Man Damo laughed, "Die for me!" He shouted loudly, and a large amount of holy power condensed on his hands, and once again thrust the crack hard, obviously to tear the space into pieces and let Jiaming's space defense be directly broken.
The huge rift attacked Jiaming with a violent aura, but a faint smile appeared on his face.
"It is correct to use space means to break the space talent," Jiaming said slowly and nervously, "It's a pity that you chose the wrong partner."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint purple orchid light lit up, covering his whole body. After encountering this light, the huge space crack stopped expanding, as if the irritable child suddenly encountered the comfort of his mother.
"The blessing of the 31st Xuantian, the dragon turns into Brahma Dutian!" Jiaming said lightly, the purple orchid light suddenly flourished, and wherever the light went, the originally violent air quieted down, and the space that had just been torn apart was quickly repaired.
"What?" Old Man Damodho was shocked, "This is the light of space? No, the light of space is not like this! Who are you, what tricks are this?" His reaction was not slow, and he no longer tried to tear the space, but quickly took out a string of golden beads and held it in his hand.
"Modo Golden Beads, get up!" He shouted angrily, and the golden beads in his hand immediately dispersed, emitting dazzling golden lights, flying around the old man of Great Modo with a majestic aura.
"Modou protects his body, and the divine light destroys the demons!" His hands quickly formed a strange handprint, and the golden beads flying all over the sky condensed a large seal of golden light around it. The powerful and terrifying aura was released unscrupulously, and the surrounding trees were instantly overwhelmed. In the air, a person with hundreds of feet in size, almost the same size as the current image of the old man Damodou, appeared like a person shining with golden light.
"The light of protection ranked tenth on the Divine Light List?" Jiaming's face moved slightly, "You have really done a few times. It seems that this golden bead is a good thing!"
"Hmph! You kid are conscious of the goods, die!" After the cow statue was summoned, the old man Damo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed wildly again with a ferocious face.
"Oh, it's really hard to explain in a while." Jiaming changed into a sad face and slowly shook his head. After saying that, his eyes flashed, and the purple-blue light changed color in an instant, turning into a clearer mezzanine.
"The 32nd Xuantian blessing, and the peace of Jia Yitian!"
The blue light collided with the golden light of Moddy in the air, and a surging storm swept through the space. In the center of the altar, towering trees within thousands of feet were raised up, and countless broken branches were rolled into the sky. The originally bright sky was blocked by endless tree fragments, and the whole world darkened.
"Impossible!" The old man Damo was shocked and angry, "What kind of light is this? This strength?! You are also a strong man in the Holy Realm!!!" He shouted in a flash, and at the same time he activated his magic power desperately, and a large bead of sweat fell from his face. With such a strong enemy, he could only try his best to activate the golden beads to keep the statue of the gods unfalling and strive for a glimmer of vitality.
"If it weren't for the pressure of heaven and earth on the Holy Spirit Continent to be unfavorable to me, would you still be able to hold on for so long?" Jiaming shook his head slightly and sighed lightly.
At this moment, his expression suddenly changed drastically, he quickly turned his head to look at the south, and his brows instantly frowned.
"I won't waste my life with you, die!" Yao looked into the distance, Jiaming's face became more and more gloomy. He suddenly turned around and looked at the old man Damo, "Taiqing Da Chitian, Shangqing Yuyutian, Yuqing Qing Weitian, and the blessing of the Three Qingtians!"
The light of the blue sky instantly turned into lotus green. The Modho statue in the sky could no longer be maintained, and it collapsed on the spot under the impression, and the golden light in the sky immediately disappeared without a trace.
"Ah!" Old Man Damodu screamed with fear. Before he could react, the lotus green light rushed into his body instantly...
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Looking at the old man Damodou who was sank in front of him, Jiaming's face did not look happy. Instead, he turned his head back again, staring at the sky in the south without moving, and a rare and fierce expression appeared on his face.
"Fei Ling!" After a while, he spit out two words with a gloomy face.