Three hundred years ago, there was an astonishing vibration in the Holy Spirit Realm, the Holy Spirit Abode called Triangle Mountain by the villagers of Taoyuan Village.

A sword qi condensed like a substance swept across the mountainside, and the unattainable Immortal Cave Mansion fell downward.

The loud noise frightened the villagers, who hid in their homes and closed their doors and windows, trying to see but not daring to look.

The Battle of the Immortals only exists in the legend of the village chronicles, and it is rumored that thousands of ancient gods waged war against two holy spirits ten thousand years ago, and that battle lasted for a month until the sky fell and the ancient god realm was destroyed.

The earth was covered with floods, the Terrans were almost gone, and finally the Holy Spirit could not bear the suffering of mortals and sacrificed himself to quell the war.

The villagers grew up listening to the stories of the Holy Spirit, but very few people have seen the true immortals, and at this moment, the earth-shaking sound in the northeast direction made them truly experience the horror of the wrath of the immortals.

……

In the northeast sky, the two people are fighting together, and the body of the king is still sealed in the thunder prison, and he can only use his soul to compete with the other party.

Spear is really right, his soul is special, he has been adapting to it for the past fifty years, until the last few years, he has been completely immune to the five-color thunder, and the soul has also formed a strange state in falling apart again and again.

The king's authority stepped on the soul as a sword, forcing the other party to retreat a few points with each step, and with his own formlessness and substance, the servants of the Holy Spirit were tired of dealing with it for a while.

"Seize the momentum."

Spear Shi let out a low cry in his mouth, and the power of heaven and earth around the king's authority was immediately emptied, taking advantage of the gap in his body, Spear Shi took out the soul mirror and aimed it at him, pinched a trick in his hand, and the mirror immediately bloomed with bright light.

The light enveloped the royal power, and its spirit immediately seemed to be ignited, and at the same time as a "hissing" sound, a large amount of black smoke was emitted from it.

Seeing this, Mao Shi laughed and said:

"The Holy Spirit created the world, vaporized the heavens and the earth with chaos, kneaded the earth to create all things, and all things were born and died, and the soul could not escape from reincarnation.

There are cultivators who intend to change their lives against the heavens, and the Holy Spirit always has mercy and allows them, but they unexpectedly want to take revenge, and they want to replace them, and the Holy Spirit is angry, and the bronze is used as a mirror, and the soul of the world is collected. ”

Wang Quanquan listened to the other party's endless stacking, and finally said:

"Finished?"

With that, the divine soul "banged" into a puff of black smoke, piercing through the mirror and dazzling white light, directly surrounding the spear in the middle.

The latter's face was full of shock, and he shook around with a bronze mirror, but he couldn't hurt the black smoke in the slightest.

"Impossible, there is no divine soul in this world that can escape the shackles of the soul mirror."

"Thanks to you, I was sent back again and again."

A dull voice came from the black mist, like a man, a woman, an old and a young, and the tone was indeed a king's authority.

The black mist followed the facial features into the body that originally belonged to Yang Dingchun, and in the spiritual world, a huge monster covered in vines stood in front of the spear.

……

"What the hell are you?"

"Something?"

Wang Quanquan's eyes were faintly red, he raised his hand and clenched his fists hard, "I don't know what the hell I have become, all of this is thanks to you." ”

For fifty years, Wang Quanquan relied on the souls of the villagers of Taoyuan Village to survive the death calamity again and again, during which the divine soul gradually merged with them, and finally formed the current state.

He stretched out his hand, and a large number of vines rolled up towards the spear that was still stunned.

Today, he is no longer a fish to be slaughtered.

"Mao Shi, your torture to me, Wang Mou remembered it one by one, and in the future, I want you to taste the taste of not being able to die if you want to live."

Wang Quanquan rolled up his spear and left Yang Dingchun's body, rushing all the way to the shattered Holy Spirit Abode and sealing it into the jade mirror.

Layers of vines wrapped the jade mirror, the roots penetrated into the mirror, and forcibly penetrated the other party's soul, and the five-colored heavenly thunder circled around, and the situation of the two was reversed.

……

Time back to the present, in the cave, the old woman's fingertips were straight, Wang Quanquan held a skull in his left hand, and a flame appeared in his right hand, and the two were deadlocked.

Fan Er next to him didn't know which side to help, sighed, and said to his wife:

"Mother, Fan Yanda has been defeated, is it necessary to make a fish to death?"

"Hmph, my son of Zhu Gang, I'd rather die than surrender."

The crystal skull emitted a ray of ghostly light, and Fan Yanda's shrill voice sounded:

"Mother, when did it happen, why don't I know?"

"Shut up, useless things, you can't do anything at all."

After the old woman finished speaking, she said to the other son, "Use that trick." ”

"No!" Fan Er and stubbornness came up and sat down directly at the base of the wall.

Fan Yanda also said at this time:

"Mother, mother, if you let him go, you should also let go of your son, I haven't lived enough."

"Two unfilial sons, I shouldn't have agreed to you practicing this evil skill in the first place."

After the old woman finished speaking, she looked at the king's authority, "I will let you go for the time being, if you dare to embarrass my son, I will definitely hunt you down to the ends of the earth." ”

The king who occupied the flesh smiled slightly, and quickly flew away from the cave with the Suzaku.

……

Thousands of miles away from the cave, Wang Quanquan finally breathed a sigh of relief, the skull on his waist once again emitted a faint light, and Fan Yanda's flattering voice came out:

"Now that it's safe, it's time to let me go, right?"

"You will honestly stay in the Soul Lock Bead, and when I leave Shura, I will let you go."

The light flashed in the king's hand, and the skull seemed to melt, gradually shrinking in size, and finally turning into a dark blue bead.

"How could you possibly be the last temper?" Fan Yanda's surprised voice sounded.

Wang Quanquan did not answer the other party, his mind moved slightly, the beads changed again, this time there was an extra lanyard and red spikes, he hung the beads around his waist, and laughed at himself:

"Using my skull as a pendant, I guess I'm also the first person in the past."

After speaking, he took the little girl and flew towards the sky.

……

Tens of thousands of miles to the south, a huge body stood between heaven and earth.

Its face is like an axe, its body is like a stone, between raising its hands, the wind and clouds change color, and when it opens, the sound is like thunder:

"Hei Shoujiao, I can't imagine that you have fallen to this point in the Holy Immortal Realm."

At his feet, there stood the ancient god Black Shoujiao, who occupied the body of the king's authority.

Hei Shoujiao was not annoyed by the other party's ridicule, and in the face of the huge god who was also born in ancient times, he said in a flat tone:

"Tang Bing, the opportunity is in front of you, do you want to do it or not?"

The huge body pulled the thick chains that were tied to his body, and said:

"Isn't it enough that you and I are already prisoners?"

"Could it be that you are really willing to live forever and be locked up here?"

"I'm the god of abomination, and whoever sees me retreats, it's the same everywhere, there's no difference."

After the ancient god finished speaking, he closed his eyes and leaned his whole body against the mountain behind him, and after a while, he heard a heavy snoring sound.

Hei Shoujiao had expected it, turned around and left directly, and when he flew out thousands of miles away, Tang Bing's voice, which was still asleep, stopped abruptly, he opened his eyes, looked in the direction of Montenegro, and said to himself:

"Old black loach, I'm not like you who don't care, if I hadn't listened to your back then, why did I come here?"

Between the words, there was a faint sense of remorse.

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ps: Thanks to the cross-sectional boss for the reward, add a more chapter here, and the rest of the debt will be paid off slowly. (End of chapter)