He Yiming and the two walked on the waves. Soon we came to the island on the right.

From afar, they could hear the long and passionate hissing sound, in which it was full of high fighting spirit and an unyielding will, and the closer they got to this voice, the more they felt a sense of enthusiasm.

He Yiming was secretly surprised in his heart, his mind kept recalling the contents of the World Treasures, but what disappointed him was that from beginning to end, he couldn't remember what kind of creature this cry was.

Finally, they set foot on this strange island.

Compared with the previous bare island, this island is not only many times larger, but also the island is densely covered with pine forests, which is full of vitality in He Yiming's feeling. It can be seen that there are definitely many creatures living on the island.

But He Yiming is sure that there is definitely no large number of human beings living here.

Because on the other island are black vultures, and if there were humans here, they would definitely be attacked. Under the attack of these winged spirit beasts, even the innate powerhouses would feel a headache.

His ears twitched again. He Yiming's face changed slightly, and he said, "Brother Bai, this spirit beast is fighting, but it seems that it is a person who is fighting with it. ”

Although he did not arrive at the scene, the extremely powerful collision force coming from the center of the island made He Yiming feel a sense of déjà vu. He was sure that it was definitely the aura and might of a human powerhouse at the Venerable level.

Just as a high-level spirit beast was able to distinguish the aura of its companion from a great distance, after being promoted to Venerable, He Yiming's senses in this regard also became much sharper. Unless he didn't use his hands, as long as he sensed the change in the momentum of the fight, He Yiming would be sure that it was a Venerable.

Thinking that he could still meet a Venerable-level powerhouse on such a desert island, He Yiming felt extremely surprised.

He hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly to Bai Tuoba, and the two of them were still heading towards the center of the island, but this time, He Yiming hid all his cultivation and aura, and he didn't want people to easily discover his traces.

As for the treasure pig, under He Yiming's gaze, this little guy very consciously entered a state of hibernation.

In this state, even He Yiming, who was standing next to it, might not be able to hear its heartbeat and breathing, let alone others.

The road on the island is not easy to walk, but for He Yiming and the two, it cannot cause any obstacles.

Soon, they were approaching the center of the island.

The closer he got, the more he could feel the powerful impact of the center piece, and He Yiming's face became more and more solemn. He had already sensed that the strength of the two guys who were fighting was definitely terrifying, not to mention that compared to the three Venerables who met outside the Devil's Cry Ridge, these two were obviously superior.

Finally, He Yiming came to a huge mountain recess, and he lowered his body slightly to look carefully.

I don't know how this huge mountain recess was formed, it turned out to be a natural huge battle arena, and He Yiming could see at a glance that the surrounding rock walls also seemed to have some strangeness, and under the impact of this strength of power, there was not the slightest sign of cracking and collapse.

However, what really amazed He Yiming was the man and beast who were fighting in the mountain recess.

The human was an old man, with white hair and a face of dirt that God knows how many days had not been washed. This man was wearing some of the simplest animal skins and the like, and his clothes were full of holes, so to speak, unkempt. Clothes do not cover the body.

But even so, He Yiming didn't have the slightest intention of underestimating this old man.

No matter what the circumstances, his body is straight, a pair of bare feet firmly on the ground, just like an old tree that has grown for 10,000 years, between the waves of his palms, wide open, with a dignified and majestic atmosphere.

He Yiming only glanced at it twice, and immediately saw that this person must be frank by nature, so he was able to cultivate such a momentum full of light.

If this person is narrow-minded, calculating, or conspiring, then his breath will never be the same as it is now.

Looking at his martial arts carefully, He Yiming secretly said that he was surprised, his martial arts were the same as his person, and he was also dignified, but it was precisely because of this that the power was incomparable, and every punch and palm struck out, a whirlwind would blow, and the surrounding air seemed to be attracted by his true qi, surrounding his body, forming a space like imprisonment.

He Yiming paid for himself, if he fought with him, then unless he used the Five Elements Ring, or a trick such as turning the Heaven Seal, Nine Dragon Furnace, and Five Elements in one, he would compete with it with ordinary exercises alone, and he was afraid that it would still be negative.

It's not just a feeling. And judging by the strength of his breath, He Yiming was already sure that even if this old man was fighting the enemy empty-handed, he would be able to beat Gabri, who was holding a shield sword, to the head of the mouse.

On the right side of this old man was a white and immaculate white horse.

The most peculiar thing about this white horse is that it has a horn on its forehead, but this is not the horn of a dragon and snake like a big tree on Devil's Cry Mountain, but a long horn that whirls.

In addition, this white horse also has a few strands of long hair hanging on its head, fluttering around its neck, adding a bit of chic and elegant taste.

At a glance, the god of this horse can be seen that it is far more powerful than He Yiming's red silk horse and the big dark horse of the Jin Battle.

Shaking his head slightly, He Yiming said in his heart what he was thinking, this is a spirit beast that can compete with the Venerable, and how can it be compared to ordinary horses.

Quietly watching their fight, He Yiming was suddenly surprised to find out.

This white horse seemed to be just an innate spirit beast, not the legendary holy beast that could compete with the Venerable.

After becoming an enemy of the totem clan, He Yiming naturally wanted to collect information about the totem.

Therefore, he knew that in the deep mountains, there was a spirit beast called the Holy Beast, and the power they possessed was extremely powerful. Even if he is a human powerhouse who has reached the Venerable One, when he is with these holy ** hands, he may not be able to take advantage of it in the slightest.

He Yiming has now been promoted to Venerable, and he still has the Five Elements Ring by his side, but he still doesn't dare to enter the deep mountains easily, that is, because he is afraid of these powerful holy beasts.

Spirit beasts, they possess a talent far beyond that of humans. But on the other hand, the cultivation speed of human beings is also far superior to that of spirit beasts.

In addition to their talents, the strength of spirit beasts is determined by the length of time they have been alive.

Once the survival time of the spirit beast reaches more than five hundred years, it can basically condense the inner pill. And using a part of the qi of heaven and earth, he even has the ability to breathe. And the spirit beasts that have survived for more than a thousand years are enlightened, and they far exceed ordinary spirit beasts in the number of innate qi mobilized, and the power they possess can even compete with the first-line heavenly powerhouses.

And some thousand-year-old spirit beasts have lived for a thousand years, and by chance, they have undergone some kind of change, so that they have mutated and truly mastered the use of the power of heaven and earth. It allows the power of heaven and earth to flow freely in their bodies, and even from all parts of their bodies, just like human beings.

If this step is reached, then this spirit beast is a real holy beast.

In the world of spirit beasts, the holy beast is equivalent to the venerable human being. And because the talent of the Holy Beast is generally extremely powerful, for the average Venerable, it is more defeated than won with the Holy **.

Of course, a human venerable like He Yiming, who has mastered the imitation artifact, is not the same.

However, there are several imitation artifacts in the world, so the vast majority of Venerable Ones would rather offend masters of the same level than have a grudge against a powerful spirit beast at the Holy Beast level.

It's just that holy beasts and non-holy beasts are almost at a glance, as long as they sense the concentration of heaven and earth qi around them and the way they fight, they will definitely be able to easily distinguish whether they are holy beasts or not.

Now, what made He Yiming strange was that the horse that was fighting with the old man, whether it was sensing the concentration of heaven and earth qi around it, or its fighting style, did not seem to have reached the level of a holy beast.

However, an innate spirit beast was able to draw with a powerful human venerable, which made He Yiming feel deeply incredible.

After watching it for a while, He Yiming finally understood something.

This white horse is indeed a gift, its speed is incredible, and its strength is incredible.

The old man's punch and palm struck out, and the power of heaven and earth contained in it was extraordinary, if it was an ordinary thousand-year-old spirit beast, it would definitely be skin and flesh. Broken tendons and fractures.

But so far, the two sides have fought each other, and Hakuba has dodged most of the punches and kicks very easily.

Its four hooves hit the ground, and it was just a slight shake, and it was already coming and going. At this speed, even if He Yiming's eyes widened, he couldn't see it clearly.

A chill suddenly appeared in his heart, the shock brought to him by this strange white horse was beyond words to describe in case, with such speed, what kind of attack in the world would be able to hit it.

Not only that, but after the horse had run for a while, it seemed to be a little impatient, so it lowered its head and suddenly came towards the old man, and when he saw the old man, he stretched out its big hooves and kicked at the old man fiercely.

The old man seemed to be prepared for this, and he swung his fist just right, and his fist touched the horse's hooves, and his body trembled twice, and then he firmly stood firm.

Although the white horse had flown back a few feet, it was obvious that the old man's Venerable Fist, which was full of great power, still could not bring any damage to it.

He Yiming finally understood the old man's helplessness.

Although his opponent was not a holy beast, a spirit beast like this, which was as fast as lightning and at the same time had infinite strength, was simply helpless if it could not hit the opponent's vital point.