Seeing Ling rushing towards Ding Xin like a demon, the others hurriedly followed. Wu Dao and the others were not surprised by Ling's state at this time, they knew Huaxia's status in Ling's heart. Although the cultivators present were all from Huaxia, compared to others, Ling cared more about Huaxia's safety and reputation. It is precisely because of this that when the Ten Thousand Souls Star Domain attacked, Ling Cai ignored the danger, captured the emperor, fought the holy son, and put life and death aside. Now hearing Ding Xin say that Huaxia was just stealing the opportunity of a foreign land, Ling was a little difficult to accept.

In fact, Ling was only about three zhang away from Ding Xin, but when he rushed towards Ding Xin, everyone sensed Ling's abnormality. Because at this time, every step Ling took, the earth was shaking, although Ling's feet did not make any sound when they landed on the ground, but the rhythm of those feet hit everyone's hearts like silent thunder. At the same time, the bright moon and the scorching sun in the sky also flickered and dimmed with Ling's steps, as if Ling was the supreme ruler in this heaven and earth. The cultivator who had wanted to face Ding Xin with Ling had no choice but to stop after running forward for two steps. The closer they got to Ling, the more intense the qi and blood in their bodies became, and the more restless they became, and even their hearts were beating at the same time as Ling's footsteps, threatening to burst at any time. Although everyone knew that Ling was not targeting them at this time, everyone still didn't dare to take risks. First, Ling's state was very special, and second, they thought that they didn't need their help at the moment.

"It's ...... Divine Realm!" Looking at Ling's back as if he was a bully in the world, Wu Dao pondered for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed as if he remembered something. Wu Dao has learned all over the hundreds of schools and has extremely rich experience, and when he saw Ling's state at this time, he finally had an understanding.

At this time, Ling's breath was steady, his expression was calm, and his gestures were full of indescribable rhyme. A normal person breathes about 270 times in a quarter of an hour, but at this moment, Ling only breathed 81 times in a quarter of an hour, and his breathing rate was very slow, even making everyone think that he had fallen into a deep sleep. The sound of Ling's breathing was very soft, very weak, but when the faint sound reached everyone's ears, it was as heavy and mighty as thunder. The aura between heaven and earth poured madly into the formation with Ling's breathing, seeping into the skin through Ling's pores, wandering between his five internal organs, and among the eight veins of the Qi Sutra. And this realm of his at this time is very mysterious, even though he is now in the middle of the formation, there are supreme realm powerhouses on the opposite side, but Ling seems to be unaware at all, his heart is like water, and he is not shocked.

The Divine Realm belongs to a special realm on the path of cultivation, which has nothing to do with cultivation, and after entering this realm, Ling's cultivation will not increase in the slightest, but his perception of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth will go to a higher level. The essence of a cultivator's cultivation is to gradually get closer to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, to be in harmony with this heaven and earth, and to be in harmony with the Dao marks in the red dust, and finally to reach the realm of unity between heaven and man. Although the unity of heaven and man only exists on the ultimate other side of the legend, everyone will try their best to get closer to that other shore, and with each point of approach, the cultivator's spiritual awareness, enlightenment, and cultivation will multiply and deepen. In this heaven and earth, there are traces of the will of the Heavenly Dao, and the Divine Realm is the process of copying the traces of the Dao between the heavens and the earth, from the small self, to the selfless, and then to the true self. Whether a person can enter the realm of the gods has nothing to do with their talents, and has nothing to do with the exercises they practice, it is a kind of opportunity that is completely untraceable, even if some people spend their whole lives, even if they break into the fairy realm, they may not be able to enter the realm of the gods, and some people can stop here although their cultivation is low.

The Divine Realm seems to be ethereal, but it is the realm that everyone dreams of.

Ling fought with the descendants of the Ba Snake when he was young, and he had entered this mysterious realm, which benefited him immensely, but he didn't expect that today he would enter the Tongshen realm again by chance, and this kind of blessing is enough to make the cultivators of the world sigh with admiration.

When Ling had just entered the Divine Realm, his steps were still a little messy, and countless fine dust rose under his feet, turning into clear sand and mist, and constantly rotating around Ling. However, as time passed, Ling's steps became more and more natural, and the leisurely walk seemed to dance on the surface of the lake, rippling on the wet ground. Everyone clearly saw with their divine consciousness that at the moment of Ling's stroll, a faint brilliance flashed on the soles of his feet, and the socks were dusty, and flowers were floating at the bottom of his steps, such as clouds, fog, wind, and electricity, ethereal like snow, and he did not think of his death.

As Ling approached, Ding Xin felt that his qi and blood were constantly surging, his heart was beating violently, his spiritual power was vibrating in his body, and he might even explode and die at any time. This palpitating feeling made Ding Xin clench his fists, he knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely be crushed by Ling's invincible momentum that dominated everything, and he would die without a fight. Although Ding Xin had never entered this kind of mysterious realm, he could also see that Ling had already entered the Divine Realm, and he knew that if he couldn't stop Ling now, then he would definitely be splashed with blood on the spot today. Ding Xinyao looked at the young man who was slowly approaching, the look in his eyes changed rapidly, as a dignified and supreme realm of the Red Dust Immortal, he wanted to show his strength in Huaxia and make a great reputation. But he never expected to encounter such a strong opponent in today's first battle, and the opponent only had to break the delusion.

"Since I'm not your opponent now, then I'll kill the people around you one by one first, and see if you can handle it calmly!" Ding Xin pondered for a long time, and finally admitted that he was invincible to Ling. But he didn't want to be defeated by Ling, so he wanted to interrupt Ling's rhythm and attack the cultivators around Ling. Although Ling was already delirious at this time, the body that was controlled by the Heavenly Dao was enough to kill Ding Xin in an instant. But at this moment, Ding Xin has a hard time, if he doesn't obey Ling's rhythm, he will be restless and unable to concentrate. But if he follows Ling's rhythm, then he will also be restrained by Ling, and eventually become the meat of the chopping board, and let Ling slaughter. In desperation, Ding Xin had no choice but to give up on Ling, avoid his edge, and then turn his target to the cultivators who were walking with Ling. He couldn't help Ling, but the others were by no means his opponents.

After Ding Xin finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards You Long and the others. For Ding Xin, as a cultivator of the Supreme Realm, except for Ling, everyone else on the other side was in the Delusion Breaking Realm and the Asking Mind Realm, and he couldn't compete with him at all. He had deliberately inquired about Ling's character before this trip, and knew that this person was extremely affectionate, and if he could defeat the cultivators around him, it would inevitably disturb Ling's mind and force him to wake up from that wonderful realm of channelism. And Ling Ruo withdrew from the Divine Realm, which was the best time for Ding Xin to make a move.

Seeing Ding Xin rushing over, You Long and the others drew their weapons one after another, waiting for the battle, they were not Ling, and they simply did not have enough strength to compete with Ding Xin. All they could do was try their best to deal with Ding Xin and not distract Ling. However, they still underestimated Ding Xin's cultivation.

Although Ding Xin was suppressed in the Trapped Dragon Realm, he was also a powerhouse at the peak of the Void Realm, and when he rushed at full speed, You Long and the others didn't have time to react at all. Even Wu Dao, who cultivated to the highest level, was only able to block Ding Xin's blow. The dust in Wu Dao's hand became as straight as a steel needle after his spiritual power poured in.

Coming into contact with Ding Xin's long sword, a dazzling halo erupted. The long tail of the dust was cut off several times by the long sword, and Wu Dao was also repelled by the huge force from the dust for a few steps, and only then did he barely stabilize his body.

Seeing that Wu Dao was forced to retreat, Ding Xin was castrated, he raised his long sword and slashed at Wu Dao's head. Among this group of people, Wu Dao's cultivation is the highest, and if he is killed, it is equivalent to breaking the tiger teeth of this group of people, making them timid and unwilling to fight.

Wu Dao saw that Ding Xin was menacing, and he didn't dare to resist, only to see him spin his body, and the three falling stones hit the ground in front of him respectively. When the array stone landed, there was a thunderstorm in an instant, and three beams of light rose into the sky, intertwining with each other, forming a wall of light, blocking Ding Xin from the wall of light.

I thought that Ding Xin was blocked by the light curtain and should not forcibly attack them. But Wu Dao obviously didn't expect Ding Xin's cunning, Ding Xin seemed to want to kill Wu Dao, but at the moment when the light curtain rose, he turned around and slashed at Huang Shengtong on Wu Dao's side. For Ding Xin, everyone here was his target, and his previous rush to Wu Dao was only tentative. It would be great if he could kill with one hit, and if the other party escaped, then he would also slash his blade at other cultivators. They're all going to die anyway, and it doesn't matter who makes the first revenant.

Ding Xin's speed was so fast that Huang Shengtong didn't have time to react. Seeing that Ding Xin's long sword was about to cut Huang Shengtong's head, Huang Shengtong's face changed greatly, but it was too late for him to dodge.

At this critical juncture, a white left hand suddenly stretched out by Huang Shengtong's side, pulled Huang Shengtong aside, and rescued Huang Shengtong from the sickle of death. And the cultivator who stretched out his hand was none other than the amorous son that Huang Shengtong had always rejected, Murong Changfeng.

Seeing that Huang Shengtong had escaped, Ding Xin was completely enraged. He roared sharply, picked up the long sword from the bottom up, and slashed it towards Murong Changfeng's back. Murong Changfeng only wanted to rescue Huang Shengtong, but he completely exposed his back in front of Ding Xin. Only a crisp sound of "stabbing" was heard, and Murong Changfeng's clothes were torn by Ding Xin, and at the same time, the long sword pierced from his back waist and reached Murong Changfeng's back. As the cold light of the long sword flickered, a pillar of blood condensed spurted out, soaking the sky.

"Murong Changfeng!" Seeing that Murong Changfeng was seriously injured to save himself, Huang Shengtong roared angrily, held Murong Changfeng's arms, gritted his teeth and shouted.

"It's okay, it's just a skin injury!" Seeing Huang Shengtong's look of concern mixed with self-blame, Murong Changfeng gritted his teeth, squeezed out a far-fetched smile, and said softly. Although he was smiling, the pain in that smile could not be hidden.

"Alas, the heir of the Amorous Pavilion who has always been despised by Lord Huang Shi was able to come to the rescue when he was dying, abandoning the prejudices between the portals, it is really unexpected!" Shi Chen looked at the figures of Huang Shengtong and Murong Changfeng, and sighed softly.

"Good and evil go with the wind, and smile at enmity. Maybe it's like Murong Changfeng said, life is not easy, is it really that important to be evil?" Wu Dao sighed, shook his head and said.

Hearing Wu Dao's words, everyone's eyes flashed with complicated expressions, and they fell into deep thought. Is it true that good or evil refers to sects? Perhaps the question that people have debated for tens of millions of years has a clear answer in the minds of all people today. Good has nothing to do with evil and sects, and what really distinguishes between good and evil is often not the sect that others respect or dislike as the world sees, but the hearts of the people!