The two sides of the fight are obviously masters of the two realms of righteousness and demons, and the aura of the two of them, Zeng Hao is not difficult to find that these are two Yuan Infant Stage monks.

Among the onlookers, there is a foundation building period and a Jindan period, and this kind of cultivation is not equal.

It seems to be divided into two factions, and Zeng Hao can also guess from the difference in dependence, this is the difference between the righteous path and the demonic path.

Although Zeng Hao searched no matter how he searched, he couldn't find that the Jing Bing Spirit was studying on that side.

However, watching the two fight, it is obvious that these two old monsters know each other better than this.

At the time of the battle, the opponent's methods are superb, and they seem to know it very well.

With your sword and my sword, the battle was indistinguishable, but the lowly monk did not feel bored, on the contrary, he looked blushing, as if he was watching a very exciting decisive battle.

And Zeng Hao's mind was not on the fight between the two of them, but on finding the whereabouts of the Essence Ice Spirit, and he didn't dare to use the Essence Fire Spirit to search, so it was likely that people would find out.

In desperation, he could only rely on his eyes to slowly search the snow inch by inch, and sometimes he would sweep over everyone present to see if he could see the existence of the Jing Bing Spirit.

"Old Demon Zhang, today I will let you try my Holy Study's unique stunt, the power of the Constant Panic Heavenly Diagram." A middle-aged man dressed in the shape of a scholar on both sides of the war stepped back more than a hundred meters, stood proudly in mid-air, and said proudly.

At this time, Zeng Hao heard the other party's conversation, and only then did he notice that this person was dressed as a scholar, about the same height as himself, and was about forty years old.

Whether it is the magic weapon or the magic power he uses, it is all related to pen, ink, paper and inkstone, especially the arrogance that comes from his bones, which is only true for those nerds.

If it weren't for Zeng Hao's bent desire to find out the whereabouts of Jing Bingling, it would not be difficult to see from his dress and the magical powers he used that the other party was a master of the Holy Study.

It is also one of the seven major schools of the righteous path.

can be the enemy of the Holy Study, it seems that the other party should also be one of the five major sects in the Demon Dao.

With this thought, Zeng Hao couldn't help but start looking at another Yuanying monk.

This is an old man of about seventy years old, his whole body is shrouded in black mist, his white hair is white, and the bones on both sides of his face are high and bulging, it is easy for people to think that he is just a dry corpse, and his thin body hides in the black mist, making it even more difficult to detect his existence.

I think the other party should be a person in the demon cave who is one of the five major sects of the Demon Dao.

The reason why Zeng Hao thinks so is mainly because the talisman mist of the Blood Demon Mountain should be the blood mist, and the main attack of the Corpse Sect is zombies, and the Corpse Sect is also the most recognized sect among all the sects.

As for Baile Gate and Hehuan Valley, Zeng Hao also felt that it was unlikely, after all, these two sects were sects based on double cultivation.

Especially Paramount, whether it is male or female, all of them look like shemales.

There are only people in the Demon Cave, all kinds of people, and there are all kinds of people, and the old man should belong to the Demon Cave with a high possibility.

And just as Zeng Hao was pondering, thinking about the identity of the skinny infant old monster, suddenly the sky slowly darkened, as if the sky was about to collapse.

At this time, even Zeng Hao forgot to continue to search for the whereabouts of the Jing Bing Spirit, hid his breath, and stared at the sky.

I saw a light inky distorted cloud with a diameter of tens of meters in the sky, which was a spiral in diameter.

It looked as if the space had been distorted, but Zeng Hao clearly knew that this was not a spatial distortion, but an image of a magic weapon that had been incorporated into the space and distorted itself.

This kind of picture he had seen when the space distortion caused by the Spiritual Garden space after the ground level virtual stone was first accommodated.

At that time, it was the combination of the space of the Spirit Garden and the space of the human world, and a passage was torn apart, which absorbed a large amount of aura and items from the human world.

"Could it be that this Constant Panic Heavenly Diagram is a space magic weapon?" Zeng Hao couldn't help but think secretly.

Then the next moment, the distorted clouds slowly tore apart, and a black hole slowly formed, and at this time, Zeng Hao was even more sure of his guess, and slowly withdrew from the shadow range of the space distortion.

He knew that everything within this range was within the control of this magic weapon, and his master could clearly sense the things within this range.

It was obvious that the skinny old man also understood this, and he also slowly retreated, trying to stay away from the spatial distortion range.

However, at this moment, the black hole slowly floated out of a small mountain, which was a pale inky mountain, as if it had been drawn with a brush.

The hill slowly grew larger and fell to the ground, turning into a black, white and light ink mountain range.

The next moment, a large number of gray-white clouds floated out of the black hole, floating above the black-and-white mountains.

At the same time, the Yuanying monk of the Holy Study made a leap and came to the top of the black and white mountains, as if the gods had descended, and the momentum was magnificent.

And Zeng Hao on the side has long been stupid, what kind of trick is this? He had never even heard of it, and it was the first time he had seen it.

Then, in the next moment, with a flick of one finger of the Yuan Infant Monk of the Holy Study, countless gray-white flying swords slowly formed and began to hover around the Yuan Infant Monk of the Holy Study.

"Is this a sword formation?" Zeng Hao couldn't help but ask himself in his heart.

He could clearly feel that in that gray-white space, the infant monk of the Holy Study was the master inside.

Thinking about it, it's like your status in the Spirit Garden space, although it's different, the difference shouldn't be far away.

However, at this moment, the Yuanying Monk of the Holy Study raised his hand and pointed at it, and countless flying swords rushed towards the skinny old man as if they had received an order.

And Zeng Hao on the side couldn't help but worry about the skinny old man.

You must know that this is the power of space, and it is not something that a primordial old monster can block low.

However, Zeng Hao's worries were too much, and the skinny old man snorted coldly, and the black fog on his body was a little thicker.

In the next moment, countless black arrows slowly formed from the black mist, and they all circled in the same way, returning to the flying swords that were shooting.

Boom, boom, an explosion came from the two groups of flying swords and arrows.

Shockwaves quickly spread out in all directions.

And Zeng Hao on the side was dumbfounded, he knew that these two old monsters were comparing their true anger.

That is, to consume each other's true qi to see who can block low to the end.

However, when they did so, the unlucky only those who were around were watching, and under their shock waves, everyone either fled far away, or joined hands to offer a light to protect themselves.

And although Zeng Hao was far away from them, the shock wave still affected him, and Zeng Hao did not escape by light, so he had no choice but to temporarily hide in the space of the Spirit Garden.