Looking at the vast nebula composed of fireflies in front of him, and then looking at the clusters of unfamiliar figures in the distance, Jiang Cheng was a little confused.

"This ......"

"What is this doing?"

He could easily perceive that everyone in front of him was a conscious being.

"Wouldn't it, so many Celestials have survived to the Third Age?"

"That's not right."

After perceiving it carefully, he immediately found that these consciousnesses were incredibly weak.

It's not spiritual at all, it's not even conscious.

It's just a strip out of the body, and there is no idea of offensive and defensive capabilities.

This kind of faint thought is far beyond the reach of even the lowest mortal level of the Heavenly Clan.

As for the mysterious will he sensed just now, it had disappeared at this time.

"Could it be that I misunderstood something?"

This brother is a little embarrassed.

At this point, he finally saw it.

Those thoughts couldn't have come here in the first place, but a special medium brought them here.

And that special 'medium' is the mysterious will that I have just perceived.

"That will doesn't seem to be the spiritual will of the Celestial Clan."

"It's more like the power of the Tao."

If you think about it carefully, doesn't the Heavenly Dao also have a will?

"Although the will of that person just now is far from being comparable to the will of the Heavenly Dao, it can give me the illusion of the eleventh level of the Heavenly Rank, which is already a miracle for an immortal who cannot cultivate the spiritual will."

"If nothing else, it should be the ancient saint of this Xianwu Continent, right?"

After thinking about all this, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Then, he urged his spiritual will and came to the side of a strange immortal.

This person was holding a dusky firefly, and he didn't know what he was sensing with his eyes closed.

Jiang Cheng didn't bother him.

It wasn't until the firefly he was holding became darker and darker, until it finally disappeared, that he finally spoke.

"Dude, what are you doing here?"

Startled by his sudden call, the man's weak mind trembled and distorted, almost drifting away on the spot.

finally stabilized, and then turned around viciously.

glanced up and down at the unfamiliar Jiang Cheng.

"Get out of the way!"

Brother Cheng is a little sad.

"Is the folk customs of Xianwuzhou so unsimple?"

With a wave of his hand, he sent the man's mind back to his hometown for free.

A wisp of thought is dissipated, but it is not life-threatening.

However, this person's opportunity is over.

Because there is only one chance to enter the Immortal Treasure of the Dead Realm.

Even if he visualized the nebula again, he would not be able to get the traction of that mysterious will.

Brother Cheng, who had done a 'great deed', clapped his hands and brushed off his clothes.

"This is what I should do, no need to thank me."

And in a cave mansion in a certain holy land in the Canglan Continent, a junior Dao god turned pale and suddenly woke up.

His eyes were full of anger, and the fierce roar of filial piety shook the cave.

"Who is it! Who did this to you! ”

"Damn it, don't let me find you!"

Wandering back to Jiang Cheng in the Immortal Treasure of the Dead Realm, although Mao didn't ask, at least he knew that there was something to learn.

He also found a firefly and wrapped his hands around it.

After a full minute, the fireflies did not change at all.

He didn't change anything.

"What's going on?"

He looked at the other immortals around him, as if they had all gained a lot.

It made him a little unbalanced inside.

"Could it be that my posture is wrong?"

"Looks like we'll have to ask someone else about it."

"Giggles!"

A chuckle like a silver bell came from behind him.

Jiang Cheng looked back and saw that it was actually an acquaintance.

"Ryo!"

The woman in front of her is still the same as she was back then, looking like an innocent and fresh girl next door.

It's just that the dark eyes still reveal the familiar agility and cunning.

Seeing her, Brother Cheng was surprised and delighted.

"Damn, are you actually in Xianwu Continent?"

"Ah yes, you used to be a Heavenly Palace Horse Boy, so it's not surprising that you would come to that War Emperor."

He greeted him with a smile.

"yes, long time no see."

Ling's eyes were bent into crescents with laughter.

"Where have you been all these years, why can't I find you?"

The corners of Brother Cheng's mouth curled slightly, and he was about to pat her fragrant shoulder as skillfully as before, and remembered that she was only faintly thinking.

Touched by his powerful spiritual will, I am afraid that I will collapse on the spot.

I could only put my hand back.

He raised an eyebrow smugly, deliberately teasing her.

"Yo, so you've been looking for me? Is that all you think of me? ”

The corners of Ryo's eyes twitched slightly.

It's been years since anyone dared to talk to her like that.

Jiang Cheng's familiar style of sassy bags pulled her thoughts back to the past encounter in the Heavenly Palace.

So much so that her smile became more brisk.

"Heh, you're still so self-inflicted, I just want to make sure you're dead."

"A girl with a spring will always be duplicitous."

Jiang Cheng didn't know why, he wanted to laugh when he saw her.

Maybe it was with Ling before, either with a sister or on the way with a sister.

That adoring gaze made him too addicted to pretending to be a hero to save the United States.

"I haven't had my brother with you all these years, so I'm very insecure, right?"

Ling couldn't help but roll her eyes.

How long does this guy want to be painted, he doesn't even know that he is the Emperor of War.

"Cut, I don't know who will bring whom."

"You girl, I haven't seen you for many years, and you've forgotten your identity."

Brother Cheng glared at her dissatisfied.

"Have you forgotten what to call your brother?"

Ling then remembered the bet he made at the Tongshen Conference.

After being depressed for a short second, she smiled sweetly and deliberately shouted in a soft voice.

"Brother Jiang......"

"Good!"

Brother Cheng smiled with satisfaction.

"By the way, what kind of group activity is this? I think everyone else has gotten their chances. ”

Ling glanced at him with sympathetic eyes, this guy was still as ignorant as before.

"This is the Immortal Treasure of the Dead Realm."

"What is the Immortal Treasure of the Dead Realm?"

"The so-called Death Realm is the Fallen Sacred Realm."

Ling said slowly: "After the Holy Lord is killed, the Holy Realm containing the Dao will collapse, and it will become a scattered ownerless treasure. ”

"As long as the immortals who have cultivated their own Dao, they can come and obtain these broken Dao to improve themselves."

Jiang Cheng suddenly realized.

Looking at it this way, this opportunity can only be rubbed by the realm above the Dao God.

After all, Dao Saint Dao Venerable does not have his own way.

"It's weird."

He touched his chin and frowned in thought.

"I remember that after the Holy Realm was destroyed, shouldn't it be recovered by the Heavenly Dao and then refined into the Heavenly Dao Supreme Treasure?"

"How could it become some ownerless Dao, and then it can be absorbed by other immortals?"

As soon as he said this, Ling, who was still with a playful mentality, was suddenly startled.

"How do you know that the Heavenly Dao will reclaim the Holy Realm?"