The tranquility is incomparable, with countless attics hanging in the air.

There are no barriers in the air, but countless iron chains are hung steadily, this is the law of the strongest refining.

In a realm, it is extremely dim, and in the dimness, there are many stars, the moving spiritual spring.

This is the strange clan in the temple, and its blood is millions, second only to the well clan of the seven countries of the temple.

Between the countless hanging attics, there are infinite vines, and the vines are entangled, which looks like a giant python hovering in the middle, giving people a feeling that it is a bit secluded.

Near one of the spiritual springs, the spiritual breath was bubbling down.

The spiritual spring is close to the left, and there are many voices of discussion.

The Jing clan, a strange clan, has a strong clan strength and a lot of blood, but it is suppressed by the Seven Kingdoms, which naturally has its amazing flaws.

The cultivators of the entire Jing Clan can only lead the spiritual spring spiritual breath cultivation.

The limited generation speed of the Spirit Spring is extremely slow, which naturally forms a huge limit to its expansion.

A cloak nun stood on the highest place, looking at a domain, and seemed to sigh again.

The next breath, her expression, immediately became vigilant.

Who?

It opened its mouth and scolded, its gaze quickly looking into the shadows.

Ye Lingtian walked out of the shadows, protected by the Heavenly Veins of the Array, no one could perceive his existence, and the only ones who could know his existence were the people who saw him.

Seeing him, the nun immediately showed a suspicious look in her eyes.

"Dare to break into the Jing Clan's discussion place, it's really damned!"

The nun then spoke, her contempt was obvious, she could not expand, but she had the power to establish a clan.

Ye Lingtian went deep into the hinterland, and there was no possibility for her to be afraid.

"Your Excellency is Ah Yan, one of the four elders of the Jing Clan?"

Ye Lingtian said lightly.

The Red Feather Village, under the command of the Jing Clan, has long had this discussion in the entire Red Feather Village.

The clan of the temple is invaded by all the clans, and the former clan joins the other clan, which is nothing more than a slave.

The plundering of the Changhao clan is not aimed at Red Feather Village, it is aimed at all small clans, and it is also for the purpose of plundering slaves.

As a last resort, Red Feather Village would choose such a result, just because the Jing Clan's expansion power is weak and its self-defense power is strong.

Even if it is for its royal family, it will be relatively cherished.

"The clan of the Red Feather Country?"

After Ye Lingtian spoke, the female cultivator's eyes were still suspicious.

Ye Lingtian had already told all the information that Red Feather was going to take refuge, but he concealed his aura, and Ah Yan couldn't perceive it, so that he couldn't completely lose his vigilance.

"Although there is only one village, Elder Yan should not misunderstand, Ye came here to discuss cooperation with the Jing clan, not to take refuge. ”

After waiting for a moment, Ye Lingtian still said lightly.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Ah Yan's eyes showed anger.

The temple is tired, resource competition is the norm, and the so-called cooperation is not impossible, but the premise is that there are interests.

Hongyu Village, hundreds of people, it does not have any confidence to cooperate with the Jing people.

"What if I say I know Lingquan?"

Ye Lingtian smiled.

……

Covering the sky and the sun, the endless wood will be forested, and there seems to be evil spirit in the forest.

It was a huge dead tree, with occasional sprouts on top of it, and where the sprouts arose, there were many vines.

The endless spiritual spring is still shining, and the spiritual spring of the Jing clan is both a lifeless thing and a living thing.

All its laws are uncontrollable, and their numbers, whether they have increased or decreased over the ages, are in their self-restraint.

There is no vitality because the Jing people can't control it, saying that it has vitality, after all, it has a way to self-regulate.

The four elders of the Jing clan have all gathered, some are careless, some are cold-eyed, and some are full of murderous energy.

Someone closes their eyes and doesn't pay attention at all.

In the Jing clan, the four elders each have their own powers, and the four have equal rights.

It stands to reason that such an architecture would have collapsed long ago.

There is a reason why it did not collapse.

The dead wood is the guardian god of the Well Clan.

The Jing clan itself does not have the consciousness of the gods, and it will not have the possibility of taking the initiative to eliminate the yin spirits between the advent of the yin spirits.

However, it is certain that the dead wood and all the spiritual springs echo each other.

When the dead wood sprouts more sprouts, the spiritual spring decreases, and vice versa.

The Jing clan will never be infighting, but every time there is a change, the spiritual spring will be reduced rapidly.

This is the law of the wood god to rule over the clan.

"Elder Yan, are you sure you're not joking?"

Above a giant lion, a white-haired cultivator asked lightly, many of whom were unimpressed.

"I hope he doesn't die. ”

Ah Yan's eyes showed disapproval.

Among the well clans, the undercurrent is surging, and the reason why it will not show it is precisely because of the domination of the wood god.

She knew what these elders were thinking, and she didn't want to explain it to such a stupid person.

Rumble!

Ye Lingtian smiled, he didn't think so, and in an instant, the Heavenly Vein of the Array had already erupted.

The breath was shrouded, and no one of the Jing people knew what was happening, but they had a slight sense that there were variables happening.

Endlessly cracking the mysteries, all blessings on the upper realm, Ye Lingtian instantly understood the laws in this domain.

The spiritual spring shook, no one knew whether it was good or bad, and in an instant, the four elders, everyone's eyes, showed a look of shock.

"Sir, stop!"

The four elders spoke, and before they could speak, Ye Lingtian naturally regained his momentum, and the spiritual spring shock had returned to peace.

Thousands of Jing clan powerhouses looked at Ye Lingtian, nothing but shock.

"The Jing clan is really laughing and generous when they offended before. ”

The four elders all had the same attitude, and in the details, although they were unwilling, it was only because of Ye Lingtian's combat power, compared with the strong men of the Jing Clan, it was similar at most.

But he really couldn't imagine controlling the Spirit Spring, and the elders had to admire.

"If Mr. Ye can really grow the spiritual spring, everything can be discussed, wait a moment. ”

The elders spoke again.

"Thank you very much. ”

Ye Lingtian smiled.

The realm has changed, and the Yin Spirit is still besieged, and it has been a long time.

Such a barren domain, surrounded by yin spirits, although it could not prevent the attack in the temple.

But for the temple, it can be regarded as a moment of tranquility, because there is no attack between the great powers.

It's a great thing that enemy nations outside the temple won't attack.

The people of Hongyu Village, as expected, occupy a depression in the territory of the Jing clan.

The depression and the pavilion of the well clan form a clear boundary, indicating that the well water does not interfere with the river water.

In the heavenly firmament, Ye Lingtian guided the power of the refining weapon, and the domain was turbulent, and it seemed that the stars were still running.

The new sprouts of the wood god turned into old buds, the vines converged, and the giant wood of the wood god seemed to wither slightly.

Ye Lingtian guided the power of the refining weapon and easily manipulated the spiritual spring.

The people of Hongyu Village are new and must be settled, the spiritual spring increases, and the wood god naturally withers.

The spiritual spring was formed, and between the pavilions, there were countless cheers, but there were a few cultivators with complicated eyes.

Some things have simple logic, the spiritual spring expands, and the wood god withers, which is not necessarily a good thing.