He took off into the air, growing lotus step by step, and finally landed on the top of a beautiful peak in Taihua Divine Mountain, and immediately sat down cross-legged.

"Gather qi and concentrate, refine qi and open and close, and open the eyes of the sky!"

Jiang Han's fingers were pressed together like a sword, and his fingertips surged with a touch of light, and he wiped his eyes in an instant, and suddenly his eyes flashed like two small suns.

His head twisted slightly, and his gaze was cast in the direction of the ocean ruins tens of thousands of miles away, where it was quiet and uninhabited, and he urgently needed to know Wu Qingyang's whereabouts.

After all, Baxia was completely suppressed by Wu Qingyang, and the vitality he left on Baxia could no longer be heard, which was like plugging his ears with cotton.

He could only open the eye of heaven, and the deity himself went out to penetrate the many spatial barriers with the power of the powerful spatial law, to find the location of the vitality.

Thundered!

The space he looked at was trembling inside, and countless spatial laws were shattered under his nose, and this layered space did not block the rules of his gaze.

In an instant, his mind came with his own breath of vitality, which instantly fed back into his heavenly eyes, and the place where he could see was where Wu Qingyang was.

"Okay, I've finally found you!"

The corners of Jiang Han's mouth rose, and he drank happily.

But......

His brow furrowed instantly.

"Cyclamen?"

Jiang Han stood up in an instant, and without saying a word, he stretched out his palms, and a pair of fleshy palms were like two sharp knives at this time, which were suddenly inserted into the space and torn apart violently.

Rumble!

The space was trembling, and he tore out a huge crack, and his body drilled into it at the same time, and this spatial crack was also stitched up instantly.

"Wu Qingyang, Wu Qingyang, I didn't expect you to make a move on the cyclamen!"

Jiang Han shuttled through the space at an extremely fast speed, and secretly said.

After he had just opened the Eye of Heaven, with the vitality left in Baxia's body, he saw that above the ruins of the ocean, Wu Qingyang and Lingweng Cyclamen were fighting.

Jiang Han has a good impression of the cyclamen, although the cyclamen is an old turtle cultivator, which can be regarded as a demon, but in Jiang Han's eyes, the cyclamen is a good demon, even better than a human.

When he was carrying Shasha to safety, he was kidnapped by the Netherworld, and Shasha was taken captive to the Netherworld Blood River in the bone cave.

If it weren't for the fact that the cyclamen deliberately waited for Jiang Han halfway and used the fishing line to guide him down, Jiang Han wouldn't have known that something like that had happened.

After coming and going, Jiang Han regarded the cyclamen as a friend and a Taoist friend, and did not treat him as a heinous demon.

On the ruins of the ocean, a lonely boat floats in the sea, but the sea is not calm, the waves are raging endlessly, and the waves roll up dozens of meters high, but the small lonely boat is immovable, letting the waves be monstrous.

The cyclamen sits alone on a lonely boat, holding a yellow bamboo fishing rod, but the line sinks into the waves.

On the sea not far from him, a huge blue-eyed toad as big as a mountain confronted him, and on the back of the South China Sea Holy Clam as big as a mountain, stood proudly a figure dressed in a golden robe, like a god.

"Wu Qingyang, please give me a face for the cyclamen and let them live. ”

The old voice of the cyclamen rang out, "You are a human, we are a demon, although there are racial differences, but on the way to seek the Tao, everyone's beliefs are the same, if you let them go, I will owe you a great favor, if there is a need for me in the future, I will do my best to repay it." ”

"Hahaha......"

Wu Qingyang looked up to the sky and smiled, "Why did you say this, you old turtle? Don't say that you have no face in front of me, even if you have? I, Wu Qingyang, are a human race, how can the belief I seek be the same as yours, I will give you a chance to disappear in front of my eyes immediately, otherwise I will suppress you together and turn you into medicinal herbs, and at that time, no one in the heavens and the earth will be able to save you." ”

"Hmph. ”

Anger appeared on the old face under the hat of the cyclamen, "You think too highly of yourself, I have practiced for nearly 10,000 years, and I have seen countless strong people of the human race, none of them will be like you, and their tone is monstrous; ”

"Jiang Han?"

Wu Qingyang's golden eyes narrowed suddenly, "You 10,000-year-old turtle is simply unreasonable, the nameless junior you said dare to compare with me, you lost the opportunity I gave you, I will suppress you together today, and refine you into a 10,000-year-old turtle Yuan Dan, which will definitely help me break through the shackles." ”

"Ignorant and arrogant boy, you don't listen to your repeated teachings, are you really a vegetarian when your cyclamen grandfather?"

The cyclamen also let out a long roar, resounding like a dragon's groan, "Don't say that you and I are evenly matched, you can't help me, just say that you will suppress Jiang Hanzhen's friends together, and after he knows, you will also not be able to eat and walk around." ”

"Shut up, old turtle, after suppressing you, I don't need him to come to me, I'll go to him. ”

Wu Qingyang let out a long roar, the sound wave was as loud as a bell trembling, and his foot stomped on the back of the South China Sea Holy Clam violently, and the whole person rushed into the sky like a cannonball.

"Yang Ye, this old turtle and the Immortal Shoujun of Immortal Island are the enemies of life and death, do you want me to inform Immortal Shoujun and invite him to come to the play?"

The South China Sea Holy Clam transmitted to Wu Qingyang's ears, with a tone of wanting to make meritorious contributions.

Wu Qingyang passed the words: "What is not an old Shoujun? It's all a group of demons and monsters, you give me a quiet moment and see how I can subdue this old turtle." ”

Thundered!

Wu Qingyang flew into the sky, like a round of golden sun hanging, his whole body bloomed with dazzling golden light, and a round of substantial scorching sun rose above his head.

"Such a powerful golden pill?"

The cyclamen's heart was shocked, and he saw the large basin suspended above Wu Qingyang's head, the golden light was steaming and dazzling, like a "golden pill" of the scorching sun

"No, this is not Jindan!"

The cyclamen found the clue, and he found that this was not the golden pill of the golden pill, but it was even more terrifying and powerful than the real golden pill he had ever seen.

"The aura of this son is very similar to Jiang Han's real person, and the human race is really talented!"

Countless ideas sprung up between the lightning and flint, and Wu Qingyang and Jiang Han were compared.

"You damned old tortoise, since you don't want to give you face, no one in the world and on earth will be able to save you. ”

Wu Qingyang shouted, his voice buzzing and vibrating, making the tumbling waves go to the next level, as if he was about to start a tsunami.

"Thousands of pills, infinite suppression! ”

Wu Qingyang let out a long roar, and Pu Fan's big palm pressed down towards the lonely boat below.

Thundered!

The "Golden Pill" condensed from his more than 5,000 Yuan Dan was like a scorching sun, and it was suppressed towards the Cyclamen.