"Hurry up and save people!"

The person who came was none other than Yi Qing!

Originally, he had planned to leave after placing Ah Lian to avoid more trouble, but as the spiritual power under the mountain fluctuated stronger and stronger, and then the flames soared into the sky, he obviously felt that this was no longer the breath that Yan Liangshan could exude, and Yi Qing, who was upright by nature, couldn't help but save people.

I saw that he was also hunting in a white robe at this time, flying from the wind on Banqi Mountain, and met the Shenhua Heavenly Sect Master Wu Renfu face to face. And Wu Renfu's unpredictable eyes were also staring intently at Yi Qing who was galloping.

As the dazzling figure like a rising star in the dark night gradually appeared, the corners of Wu Renfu's mouth continued to rise, like an old friend who had not seen him for many years.

However, Yi Qing didn't say anything more after dropping the words of saving people, and seemed to be extremely reluctant to look at the Shenhua Heavenly Sect Master, so he stood straight in the middle of the two villages.

Then he also raised his momentum to a very terrifying height, and a spiritual pressure that only belonged to this human realm spiritual cultivator soared into the sky, and the spread of the fire was curbed in an instant.

Mirror of Return!

One of the two is at the entrance of the village, one is in the village, the other is like being in the sea of fire, and the other is like being in the cold pool, forming a wonderful map of the two heavens of ice and fire.

The sea of fire was originally indulged by Wu Renfu, but now it was taken by Yi Qing as the carrier of his momentum, and Wu Renfu also coincidentally raised his spirit to the peak. Then with a void move in his right hand, a wisp of white gas suddenly appeared on Xu Jingyang's giant sword.

Immediately afterwards, the white gas slowly floated to Wu Renfu's fingertips, and as soon as it came into contact, it condensed into a cold flame, only to hear Wu Renfu drink in a deep voice:

"Scatter!"

As soon as the words fell, this incomparably delicate cold flame burst suddenly, and in an instant, it gathered into a large area of terrifying cold fire around Wu Renfu's body, and it was evenly matched with Yi Qing's red flame, starting a contest between super-first-class masters.

At this time, Yan Liangshan knew very well in his heart that this was no longer a simple fighting method for monks, but a contest between the wills of the masters.

This kind of trick is purely compared to the Dao heart and momentum, and even some times, the strength of the cultivation does not completely determine the final victory, which has a great relationship with the monk's Dao heart.

Of course, if the difference in strength between the two people competing is too great, spiritual pressure can also be fatal. However, both of them are young masters who have been famous for a long time, and their cultivation is not much different from each other, so neither of them acted rashly when they clashed.

The so-called static is a profit, and movement is a loss.

Not only Yan Liangshan, but even the disciples of Shenhuatian, as well as Xu Jingyang, who had become a little weird, did not move, because although the cultivation realm was cruel, many monks still had their own glory.

However, Yan Liangshan has somewhat recovered his sanity because of Yi Qing's rescue, Wu Ren has Yi Qing to deal with, and what he can do now is to rush into the village and save people first.

At this time, his cultivation was declining rapidly, if the true yuan burned out, with his current body, he would definitely not be able to withstand this consequence, and maybe he would die on the spot immediately.

In fact, Wu Renfu also really said the facts he didn't want to believe in his heart, but for so many years, he didn't dare to admit it. This can be seen from the fact that he always wants to return to his hometown and live his whole life.

But if he hadn't returned to his hometown, he wouldn't have picked up his little granddaughter, and what was right and wrong in the torrent of fate could be judged by just a few words of a person?

If he really sees death and doesn't save him, then wouldn't he be worthy of the mountain village that gave birth to him and raised him, what is the use of asking those high people to cultivate?

Once he figured this out, Yan Liangshan would no longer be at the mercy of Wu Renfu's words and the demons he had brought to him, and seize the last time to save people.

Although the Sealing Array is only a basic formation with limited power, and the scale is large, it can also cause deep damage to mortals, even if the formation can be easily destroyed with the cultivation of Yan Liangshan, if the formation that is already operating on its own is forcibly broken by someone, it will inevitably produce certain spiritual power fluctuations.

In the eyes of the monks present, this can of course be regarded as "fluctuations", but to the mortals in the village, it is tantamount to the word "explosion", and its damage can be imagined.

Thinking of this, Yan Liangshan couldn't care about how much spiritual power he had left, nor the sequelae of squandering his vitality, so he could only take the way of waking up one by one, and saving one more person was one person.

But just when Yan Liangshan was about to wake up the first person, Yi Qing and Wu Renfu were surprisingly early to divide the winner and loser.

Perhaps it was the moment he stepped into the village that the contest between the wills of the two masters had already ended, at least Yan Liangshan's divine sense sensed it. This surprised his heart, but he didn't dare to look more, because a sense of foreboding had already arisen from the bottom of his heart.

I saw that Yi Qing's eyes were as calm as water at this moment, but his face was slowly pale, and gradually, not only Yan Liangshan, who was closest to him, but even the disciples of Shenhua Tian in the distance could feel that his momentum was rapidly declining, and even his vitality was weakening.

Immediately afterwards, the flames on the outskirts of the village behind him were also suddenly extinguished, and they were defeated and retreated by Wu Ren's cold and flames like a defeated army. Everyone had a chill in their hearts, and they understood that this returning spirit master, who had just appeared, was so simple that he would lose.

Just when the cold fire was about to devour Yi Qing's own deity, Wu Renfu unexpectedly waved his hand, and the light blue light and flames in the sky were dispersed, and slowly turned into wisps of white gas that dispersed with the wind, leaving Yi Qing, who was waiting for death, standing silently in place.

His eyes remained calm, in stark contrast to the always unpredictable Wu Renfu.

At this time, Wu Renfu no longer faced Yi Qing with a volley of emptiness, but slowly landed, walked in front of him and looked at each other with a smile, and whispered in his ear like an old friend:

"Is Mu Lan okay?"

"Poof~"

Finally, Yi Qing's blood poured out of his mouth like a flood that opened the floodgates, staining his clothes red, and his sword-eyed face was no longer pale, but revealing a thick state of death.

Wu Renfu didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, just quietly waiting for Yi Qing's answer.

And Yi Qing didn't pay attention to Wu Renfu, gasping for breath, and only spoke after his internal breath stabilized a little, but the tone of his speech remained the same, and he said calmly:

"She's gone. ”

This calmness couldn't hide the weakness that came out of Yi Qing's body, but it still made Wu Renfu frown instantly, as if he was a little annoyed, but then he cared:

"It's been fifteen years, your cultivation has not advanced but retreated, and the lack of true yuan can only barely maintain in the early stage of returning to the spirit, why is this?

Yi Qing's answer was quite simple and clear, and it was also very in line with his character, without the slightest emotion:

"It's not about you. ”

I saw Wu Renfu smile lightly, not angry at all, and then smiled:

"Hehe, Brother Yi is still the same, it's really good!"

Then Wu Renfu ignored Yi Qing's objections, patted him on the shoulder again, and said softly:

"Hand over the unicorn teeth, I know that some things don't make sense to you. ”

"Why don't you ask the dead people in the village?"

Yi Qing sneered at each other. Wu Renfu still looked bitter, and sighed:

"Hey, Brother Yi, even if your cultivation has not improved, why has even your divine sense begun to regress? Have you ever killed a person? Those mortals under the Fengyu Array were just a little flesh wounded, can you see that I have burned down a house? The flames in the village only burned the periphery of it, and even the Wind Guardian Monk, I only let him go and fight with me in vain, so he fought against me first, is it my fault?"

"You're still the same, it's really good!hahahahahaha!"

Yi Qing, who received such an answer, immediately raised his head and laughed, as if he had swept away the knots in his chest. Then he conjured a white-handled long sword out of thin air in his right hand, stood horizontally on his chest, changed his previous cold and arrogant style, and roared wildly:

"Yes, what you said is right Sect Master Wu, you can't be wrong, the Tao is different, you can't conspire with each other! But if you don't look for my wife Mu Lan again, I'm afraid you will never get the Qilin Tooth. ”

Yi Qing's words were like a thorn in Wu Ren's heart, making his brows that had just soothed deep again, and he sighed bitterly:

"Hey, Brother Yi, you and I have known each other for thousands of years, I know your personality clearly, I didn't want to make a move on you, why should you bother..."

Before Wu Renfu finished speaking, he unexpectedly flashed to Yi Qing's side, only to hear the crisp sound of the bell, and saw Wu Renfu with two slight flicks, so he forced the sword in Yi Qing's hand into several pieces, but his fingers were unscathed.

You must know that the treasure used by the Returning Spirit Realm monk could not be an idle thing, such a treasure was actually broken by Wu Renfu with two fingers, and its strength was terrifying, which was terrifying.

In an instant, a sharp pain that pierced the heart invaded Yi Qing's whole body, making him directly kneel down, and spit blood from his mouth again, it seems that Wu Ren's defeat should be Yi Qing's natal magic weapon.

Seeing Yi Qing clenching the sword with only half of it in both hands, struggling to support his body from completely falling, Wu Renfu's voice with these compassion came into his ears again, only to hear him say slowly and logically:

"Brother Yi, a thousand years of cultivation is only for immortality, why should you give up your hope for the future? Although the so-called hope is very small in your eyes to me, but for all monks, this is the most important thing, isn't it? I know that the Qilin Tooth is not on you, and Mu Lan has not left yet, let her come out. ”

"Mid-return..."

Yi Qing spoke with difficulty, his mouth almost overflowing with blood with every word, and Wu Renfu kept circling around his body, as if he was enjoying the condescending pleasure.