The Venerable Master Bairen frowned and was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he picked up the teacup in front of him, raised his neck, drank it all, clasped his hands into fists, and arched towards Xiao Fan.

"Xiao Daoyou, old and talented, willing to learn from the high tricks, please Daoyou for advice!"

Xiao Fan bowed his head solemnly, hugged his fists and returned the salute: "Don't dare to be." ”

The two of them slowly stood up and stood across the table.

Xin Lin's feet were gone, and she was dozens of feet away in a flash.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on this side.

There is no doubt that this battle will become the ultimate battle between the Seven Nights Realm and the Southern Continent Continent, and the outcome of this battle will directly affect the future rise and fall of several interfaces.

The two who fought against each other, for most people, are mysterious.

At present, the Venerable Hundred Ninja was the only master in the Seven Nights Realm who had reached the late stage of enlightenment, and even most of the people present had mistakenly thought that he had already sat down. If it weren't for Xiao Fan stealing the memories of the First Ancestor, even if they were, they might not be able to meet this legendary figure.

And Xiao Fan is the most incredible genius in the past 10,000 years. In just a few hundred years, we have walked a road that others may not be able to complete in thousands of years. Although it is difficult for anyone to determine Xiao Fan's true realm, it can also be inferred from the fact that he easily laid down the Wujiao King who was at the peak of the middle stage of the Enlightenment Spirit just now, and it should have also stepped into the late stage realm.

The ultimate duel between the two great masters in the late stage of Wuling, no matter what the circumstances, is very exciting.

Even the young woman in the black dress looked over with interest.

She also wanted to see with her own eyes what kind of realm Xiao Fan's current cultivation was.

But. Everyone has a different guess in their minds about the format of this decisive battle. It's a pity that everyone seems to have guessed wrong.

The two of them just stood quietly. Just a small desk apart, it can be regarded as close at hand. Neither did he sacrifice the magic weapon, nor did he show his sword. Time passed minute by minute, and the two did not move, but they did not know when the fight would start.

Sharp-eyed people noticed that the color of the ground under the Venerable Master's feet seemed to have changed a little.

It has changed from yellowish brown to pale green.

The delicate grass poked its head out from under the feet of the Master of Baininja and swayed in the wind. Like a newborn baby. I can't stop probing my brain and look around, curious and coquettish.

A burst of vitality rushed to the face, making people feel a little refreshment, only to feel that the mundane thoughts in their hearts were swept away, and gradually replaced by a new joy, this joy is very gentle, but deep into the heart, and the power of the soul is integrated. I don't want to go away again.

Many people can't help but smile knowingly on their faces.

Even the killing aura that was everywhere just now was diluted a lot unconsciously.

Then the coffee table also began to change color.

More green grass. It grows on the coffee table and slowly covers the entire coffee table, including the small red clay stove that is burning with charcoal and the purple clay pot with steam on the stove. Little green grass grows, but the charcoal in the small stove is still burning. The spout of the purple clay pot is still bubbling with a scorching breath.

All this seems to have no effect on the growth of the grass.

That burst of life. The gushing out of the eruption is uplifting.

Gradually, the grass crossed the coffee table, drilled out from the soles of Xiao Fan's feet, and spread up along Xiao Fan's feet.

Xiao Fan has been standing quietly, motionless, even the grass growing from his feet, as if he didn't notice it.

Finally, the grass became one, covering not only Xiao Fan's whole body, but also the whole body of the Master Bairen, both of whom only had their heads exposed, and at a rough look, they thought they were two human-shaped green trees.

So far, Xiao Fan's face was calm, almost as if he had settled down, but the Venerable Master of Bairen frowned slightly.

As time passed, the grass grew little by little, and although it was very slow, it was extremely stable, and it never stopped. The grass gradually grows thicker, and the budding flower bones quietly emerge in the center of the grass, and the vitality is becoming more and more vigorous.

"It's the ...... of the Glory of the Dead"

Suddenly, someone shouted, as if he had woken up from a dream.

Immediately, someone let out a sudden exclamation: "I have long heard of the withering glory of the predecessors of Bainin, which is unpredictable, and can directly control the opponent's mind without knowing it." When I saw it today, it really lived up to its name! ”

"Exactly. This Nanzhou junior surnamed Xiao is advancing too fast, and his foundation is definitely unstable, how can his state of mind be compared with a master like Bairen's predecessor? Directly attacking his Divine Soul with the Withered Glory Divine Skill is the most effective and fastest means. ”

"That's right. The predecessors of Bairen are worthy of being the masters of the later stage, and the juniors surnamed Xiao, how can they resist it? ”

Immediately, some people chimed in.

The voices were all very loud and not deliberately suppressed, and no one seemed to care if Xiao Fan could hear their discussions. Or, they just wanted Xiao Fan to hear it. The duel between gods and souls looks extremely calm and even very boring, but in fact it is dangerous. If you are not careful, you will go crazy, and you will either become a complete waste, or you will be controlled by your opponent and become a puppet.

Perhaps this junior surnamed Xiao was uneasy after hearing their discussions, and it was easier for him to be defeated.

I don't know if Xiao Fan heard their conversation, but he didn't react at all, calm as a mirror.

The young woman in the black dress had a smile on her face, as if she also thought it was quite interesting.

A hundred flowers are blooming, and the eyes are full of gold.

All the grass blooms at the same time with a small yellow flower, which is not delicate, nor charming, but very ordinary, but has a fresh and lovely atmosphere.

The Venerable Master of Bairen remained motionless, but his eyes were staring at Xiao Fan without even blinking his eyelids.

Finally, Xiao Fan's eyebrows also frowned slightly.

A ray of fine light flashed quickly from the eyes of the Master of Hundred Ninja, and suddenly, the small yellow flowers were in full bloom, and then some of them began to transform into other colors, red, orange, green, blue, and purple, and the yellow sea of flowers became a sea of colorful flowers, delicate and abnormal, full of youthful vigor, and full of temptation.

Xiao Fan's brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The seven-colored sea of flowers is delicate to the extreme!

Everyone suddenly noticed that the face of the Master of Bairen had changed slightly, and it seemed to be a little pale, quite like Zhenyuan's appearance of being a little overdrawn.

Or, it's the power of the gods.

After blooming, it's time to wither!

However, after the flowers withered, it was the result.

When the colorful spirit fruits hung all over the branches, the fragrance overflowed, and it hooked people's gluttony. Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and they all showed a look of horror. To say that these high-level Enlightenment Soul Ancestors, for thousands of years, what rare and exotic fruits have not been seen? What delicacies of the mountains and seas have not been tasted? How can there be such a strange ** for fruits that are not real?

But it turned out that he had already fallen into the withering glory of the gods unconsciously.

The cultivation of the Venerable Master of the Hundred Ninja in terms of the power of the divine soul has reached such a profound level. They were dozens of feet away, just watching from the sidelines, and they were all so profoundly affected, how much divine pressure should Xiao Fan, who was directly fighting against him, bear?

Sure enough, Xiao Fan's brows were even more twisted together, but his eyes were still clear.

Looking at the Venerable Master Bairen again, he saw wisps of white qi rising from above his head, gradually condensing into a ball, and never dissipating again.

There is no doubt that the Withering Glory Divine Skill has been urged to the extreme.

Perhaps, this bloodless decisive battle will be decided.

After the golden autumn and October, it is a harsh winter.

This time, it was not as gradual as before, but in an instant, all the spirit fruits quietly fell off, a cold wind blew, and the green grass seemed to have lost its life in a blink of an eye, turning into a withered yellow color, and then, it turned pale white.

A sense of slaughter and depression surged out in all directions.

In an instant, everyone felt that their hearts were heavy, pessimistic and desperate, and immediately came to their hearts, only to feel that the future was gloomy, and they could no longer see any hope, and they were depressed and irritable in their hearts.

"Why did you suddenly become so impatient? It's clear that there is only one last step left to win a big victory! ”

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a light blue cloth robe with an ordinary appearance suddenly sighed softly, as if talking to himself.

The man in the blue shirt, since he appeared, has been silent, only standing quietly in the direction he guards, no matter how the field changes, he has never moved half a step. Maybe it's because he's so quiet and ordinary, though almost no one pays attention to him.

Even among the old monsters of the Enlightenment Period who were present, only a very few people knew his details, and in Xiao Fan's list, this person's ranking was second only to the Master of Bainin.

Legend has it that this Master Xun is also the most promising to break through the bottleneck and reach the super power of the late stage of enlightenment, and even he is likely to have broken through the bottleneck now, but he is deliberately suppressing his breath to make himself not so eye-catching.

The young woman in the black dress grinned and said, "Little friend, don't you hear that manpower is sometimes poor? There are indeed some ways to do this, and if you cultivate to the extreme, it will be enough to complete your merits and soar on the ground. Bainin Xiaoyou, there is still one last step missing. It's just that even if he really cultivated Ku Rong Gong to the highest level, if he wanted to deal with Xiao Zhenren, it was still a little bit worse. ”

At this moment, Xiao Fan, who had been frowning and silent, suddenly smiled lightly, and a mighty breath suddenly erupted from his body, like the angry tide of the sea, sweeping away in all directions, and where he passed, the already withered grass turned green again, and in an instant, flowers bloomed, covering the entire island in the middle of the lake, becoming a sea of flowers.

The Master of Bairen snorted, his feet were soft, and he sat down suddenly, and in an instant, his face was gray, as if he had aged hundreds of years all of a sudden, and a rotten breath came out of his body, as if he could sit down at any time and never get up again. (To be continued......)