From the Dao Palace borrowed by the woman, the vague figure slowly stood up.

With each high point, the strange aura around him gets heavier.

That's definitely not the Tao of me recorded in the ancient books!

There were blood and tears in Nan Xiao's eyes, and she was a little at a loss.

Even if she recited the Qingling Sutra in time, she could barely soothe her uneasy heart.

Because it was mentioned many times in those practice records that the Taoist palace cultivated five gods and sat high in the five mansions.

If the scriptures practiced are profound, they can even turn from the five elements to yin and yang, and reincarnate and pass away from me and the Tao.

Those who live in the present must have a past, and perhaps a future.

Thus, the past is the present that was once established, and the future is the countless present that follows.

But whether it is the Tao self or the passing self, they all exist because of the cultivators of the moment.

In other words, in general, they should look similar.

Nan Xiao didn't reminisce, but instinctively felt that the figure hidden in the depths of the Women's Dao Palace was not like the woman herself.

The figure is rickety, not the curve of the woman in the ring, but more like an old man.

She originally thought that Zhao Daben, who had learned Xiao Qianye's true intentions, would win, but at this time she seemed to be about to change her mind.

That figure was very blurry, and in the eye technique that Nan Xiao used to perform with the Qingling Xuanjing, he still couldn't see it really, and even easily dispelled his gaze.

Now, it's going to be a big fuss.

High in the sky, Li Taiqing decided to make a move, he was afraid that the woman in the audience would attract an unprovoked existence.

Dressed in the heavy treasure of the blessed land of the green cliff, there were spirit deer in the green robe who leaped down one after another, and countless white cranes swooped into the ring, wiping out half of the increasingly fierce Jin Xing's sharp energy.

If people were still worried about Zhao Daben's incompetence before, now, it is necessary for them to take back that heart.

Even the Heavenly Sect has taken action, so naturally there is nothing to do with Zhao Daben.

But how could Zhao Daben, who is now full of murderous intent and now have a strong killing intent, be a weak person who only knows how to hide behind his predecessors?

Taking advantage of the flying crane and the spirit deer in the green robe of Qingya blessed land to teach Li Taiqing to block the strange figure that had just recovered, Zhao Daben decided to capture the thief and capture the king.

was not a beautiful woman in the first place, but now her mind is lost.

In the borrowed Dao Palace, there was an unimaginably terrifying existence.

In an instant, she lost control of her will, and only her body could barely stand.

There is no wind and it shakes, it is really like a withered lotus that is about to be scattered.

Nan Xiao's gaze almost became substance, and the mountains and rivers in his eyes continued to disintegrate, and then they were constantly recast by the Qingling Xuanjing.

Every time the mountains and rivers are broken, Nan Xiao will shed blood and tears.

But Nanxiao doesn't care, she has experienced the extreme pain of rebirth, and this little injury is nothing.

What's more, she had a hunch.

The strange black shadow hidden in the Dao Palace of an unknown existence, Nan Xiao will definitely encounter in the future.

This kind of premonition is a transcendent intuition that surpasses the judgment of common sense, a flash of wisdom that allows us to see through the future.

Just when Nan Xiao was about to use the seven steps of indulgence to get closer to the ring, he suddenly stopped his steps.

High in the sky, Li Taiqing, the head of the Qingya Blessed Land, flew lower and lower, and the color of the green robe on his body almost faded to white.

Flying cranes swooped, spirit deer struck, and plump golden ears of rice sprinkled with grain rain that truly fits the name.

In the Dao Palace, which symbolized the hidden god of the lungs, the mysterious figure stood higher and higher.

But then, the silhouette of the figure trembled violently, as if an invisible force forced him to bow his head.

The mysterious figure was obviously not very tall when he stood up, but he was pressed to the lowest by the inexplicable existence, and almost fell to his knees.

The woman's body staggered, as if she had lost her support, and she almost fell.

Fortunately, she came back to her senses in time, regained her balance, and then quickly condensed her divine soul and cut off the connection with the mysterious Dao Palace behind her.

At this point, the figure could no longer hold on, and gradually disappeared into the void.

Faintly, Nan Xiao seemed to hear a low roar, as if he was saying something

Even if Nan Xiao puffed up his ears, he only heard a fairy word.

The Dao Palace inhabited by the mysterious figure came and went faster.

When Nan Xiao looked at the mountains and rivers again, that figure had completely disappeared.

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Li Taiqing, the head of the Qingya Blessed Land, and even the many elders behind him who were frantically helping him infuse his divine power all breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's too late, it's too soon.

As soon as the woman regained her senses and regained control of her body, there was an extremely bright flash.

I saw that above the ring, there was a thick cyan thunderbolt slashing straight down.

The burst sparks were far hotter than ordinary flames.

And between those electric sparks, before the woman could react, her chest was almost pierced by a lightning light.

If it weren't for the health care on his chest, I'm afraid he would have died by this time.

But even so, the woman was lying on the ground, blood was leaking from the corners of her mouth, her breathing was weak, and she was already not out of breath.

Above that high heaven, behind the peaks of the blessed land of the green cliffs, there was also a group of secondary elders or Dharma masters.

At this time, an old woman rushed down with a worried face, panicked and injected the dying woman with a strong sense of life, and took a life-saving pill for the woman.

"Senior brother, I need an explanation."

The old woman summoned a few loyal disciples and asked them to help the woman refine the life-sustaining pill in her body.

Then, she leaned on a green bamboo cane, as if she was rooted in the ring, and looked at the slowly descending Sect Master Li Taiqing and the group of elders and Dharma Transmission Venerable Masters behind her.

Zhao Facai, who almost fell off the Shenhong not long ago, after sending a large amount of divine power to Li Taiqing, he leaned on the back of his beloved disciple Zhao Daben and squinted his eyes to rest at this time.

But even so, he sacrificed the pagoda and completely enveloped the ring.

I don't know how long it took for the pagoda to be lifted from the inside, attracting people who had been curious for a long time outside the stadium to look at it.

The old woman's face was gloomy, and her breath was hot, and she led her disciples to fly out of the ring angrily.

Immediately afterwards, Qingya Blessed Land Sect Master Li Taiqing walked out indifferently, but the green robe on his body completely turned white.

Cheng Jiao, who is usually quite lively, has the sorrow in her eyes that is about to overflow.

The twin immortals a few generations ago, Huang Yingcai and Huang Junjie, a pair of brothers, all had bitter faces and lowered their mouths.

Han Ji'an didn't seem to have changed from usual, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he seemed to be smiling.

Zi Wei Ying's original beautiful and moving face was only cold death white at this time, without a trace of blood.

The white-haired Zhao Facai couldn't see his joy or anger, but he was softly pinching the tip of a small tower in his hand.

The blood stains on Zhao Daben's face, which had long since dried up, had turned into crack-like crumbs at this time.

As he walked, the blood was blown away by the wind, and then fell in a platter.

Inside and outside the ring, inside and outside the mountains, all were silent.