At this time, the monk who called himself Shangshan Ling restrained his wanton laughter, swept away the awe and horror of the crowd, and finally fell on Tianlong and the white-clothed monk, and sneered:

"Hehe, I've even found a helper! I'm a real Realm Cultivator, and you've only just stepped into the third order with half a foot, if you hadn't secretly attacked back then, how could I have been severely injured by you?

Looking at the person who came, Tianlong's face became extremely solemn for the first time, and he muttered to himself:

"Refining Void..."

"You and I join forces to kill this person first. ”

The white-clothed monk said in a deep voice.

"Good. ”

As soon as the words fell, the momentum of the two of them also rose sharply, and they faintly reached a realm similar to that of the people of spiritual light.

"Nether juniors are all evacuated!"

Not to mention, this person has just woken up and still cares about other people, which makes everyone have a strange feeling.

Especially Yuan Anchu, who pretended to be a master earlier, and made the monks below the Royal Wind Realm retreat, scolded secretly in his heart:

"Made, when did we return to the Spirit Realm powers also be called juniors?"

However, this is also a thought, after all, when they have cultivated to the point where they have cultivated, they may never have experienced the horror of refining the Void Realm cultivators, but no one will be fools, and they all choose to go away from the wind without hesitation.

In fact, Old Man Yuan was still a little hesitant in his heart, because just now he still had plans to befriend the white-clothed monk, but the appearance of a monk from the Upper Realm Refining Void Realm completely cut off his careful thoughts.

"When will the remnant soul of the Void Realm be worthy of the barking of a donkey and a dog in front of me?"

Although the other party's strength made him jealous, Tianlong was still that arrogant posture of self-respect, and he couldn't help but say that he took the lead in moving towards the Shang Mountain Tomb.

He still didn't use any spells, as if his own dragon qi and dragon power were the best attacking blades, and when Shang Shanling heard this, he was immediately furious, and the brilliance around his body turned into a spirit blade, and after colliding with the dragon claws, it actually made a clanging sound like gold and iron.

I only heard Shang Shanling, who had no real face but was shining, mocked:

"Where did I come from, but I'm just a shrunken turtle in the Nether, I'm afraid I don't have the courage to go to the Ascension..."

But before his last word of robbery could be spoken, a terrifying exclamation came from his mouth:

"No! this power is... Yes..."

Then the spirit blade it conjured exploded!

Of course, with a hard blow to Shang Shanling, Tianlong also took several steps back, but he did not show the slightest expression of despair or joy, and still said:

"Noise. ”

The golden gray eyes flashed, and the heavenly dragon flew away again, and at the same time, the white-clothed male cultivator with a chaotic face also took out a misty dust with silver flashes, and the two of them attacked directly towards Shang Shan Ling.

"You're one of those remnants!"

After the shock, Shang Shanling calmed down in an instant, and thousands of thoughts instantly crossed his sea of knowledge.

The other party is right, he is now just a wisp of remnant soul borrowing his body to survive, but the purpose of the Supreme of the Upper Realm to send him down with great difficulty is to find the "seed of detachment", or find a way to completely open the passage of heaven and earth.

And according to the deduction of the heavenly machine, the so-called seed of detachment is parasitic in the previous life!

But the strange thing is that he is not the first messenger sent by the immortals to the lower realm, but none of the few people in the past ten thousand years have returned to the upper realm.

And he himself was secretly poisoned by the chaotic-faced white-clothed male cultivator in the lower realm just now, and fell to a pitiful end where only a wisp of remnant soul remained.

However, he is also a cultivator of the Void Realm who is refining the Eight Classics, and after mastering the vein of the void and understanding the power of the void, the primordial god has long been able to survive alone.

The blackfriar kept his severed finger alive in order to control him, but he himself was also taking the opportunity to adapt to his new body.

And this idiot not only allowed him to absorb the other party's Yuan Ling True Fire, but also gave himself a rare and valuable immortal qi for free, which is a great supplement for him now!

"Although the body of the Returning Spirit Realm is weak, I can't take it away from him in a short time, but according to the current situation, if I unleash all my soul power, I should have fifty percent of the combat power in my heyday. ”

Shang Shanling was thinking quickly in the sea of knowledge.

"And now it's in the small world, don't worry about heavenly punishment, and the Nine Heavens of Returning to the Spirit is the pinnacle of the Nether Realm, and it is impossible for the two of them to step into the refining void for no reason, so it is very likely to be related to the Heavenly Machine!"

Having made up his mind in his heart, Shang Shanling sneered, his whole body was full of spiritual light, first he shook a shot, which directly flashed the dust of the white-clothed male cultivator, and then directly teleported, appearing behind Tianlong, and slamming towards his vest with one palm!

Fortunately, the dust is handy, the white-clothed male cultivator's wrist shook slightly, and thousands of wisps of dust were like silver needles shooting, and a praying mantis catching cicada and yellow finch came behind, and it also sneaked up on Shang Shanling's back, and the three of them fought hard to separate.

"The cultivators of the Void Realm are really powerful, the Void is not only in the power, but also in the comprehension of space, which has gone beyond the scope of the artistic conception, but is a kind of law and origin, no wonder those old immortals who have returned to the Nine Heavens are so afraid of the Ascension Tribulation. ”

After Yuan Anchu was scared by Tianlong, he watched the battle between the three bigwigs with palpitations and muttered.

Different from the grandeur and grandeur of Yuan Anchu when he fought against Tianlong, the "sound" of these three people was much quieter than the fight, but the "momentum" conveyed to the hearts of everyone in the distance was countless times more majestic.

This is actually what Yuan Anchu said, the biggest difference between refining the virtual realm and returning to the spirit realm.

"What Shang Shan Mausoleum has is the true divine soul. ”

"Oh, you know?"

Yuan Anchu was shocked when he heard this, and asked the Hongchen guest curiously.

"Well, I heard my father mention that the soul, the primordial spirit, and the divine soul correspond to the lower, middle, and upper levels of the monk's cultivation today. ”

Hongchenke's voice was tactful and ethereal, ever-changing, but her eyes kept on Jiang Liu'er, who was kneeling on the ground, distracted.

"Could it be that your father has been..."

"Not yet, he said that the current level is already full of difficulties and dangers, and only the demon clan has retained some of the secrets for thousands of years, and the ancestors dare not try it easily, not to mention that he himself still has a long way to go. ”

"This is really big news, and Xiaoyou said it too easily. ”

Yuan Anchu smiled, and secretly said that your father is so humble, and I dare to be my uncle in front of you.

And as the core elders of the Heavenly Acropolis, he still has some understanding of the true identity of the Red Dust Guest, so he will easily save the rumored "beautiful man" Jiang Liu'er.

"Ah Xin, the black sword was given to you by my father to absorb the Yin Evil, you look at your current appearance, you should have been deluded by the Yin Evil, it's better to..."

"Get out, I don't have to worry about you, both of you father and daughter are crazy! Crazy! Xiao Mei is dead, Xiao Mei is dead..."

Lao Yuan looked at the pair of "master and apprentice" with some embarrassment, so he had to look at his nose and nose, and his nose and heart, and he was silent.

Talking back to the battle of the three of them, Shang Shanling has just returned, not to mention magic weapons, even the blades are transformed by spiritual power, and he is simply a poor bastard.

And Tianlong is alone, and the white-clothed monk prefers spells, so without the treasures that fall from the sky, what they compete with is the hard power of real swords and real guns.

Shang Shanling is one against two, and he does not fall behind at all, no, it should be said that he has the upper hand!

At the end of the battle, he even did not hesitate to strengthen his newly acquired body with his own void spirit, and then pierced the white-clothed monk's left chest with a sword, and knocked it a hundred feet away.

"Haha, look at your short breath, what's the matter, there are still old wounds on your body? Tut-tut, isn't it painful, don't worry, I won't kill you so soon, enjoy it!"

Shang Shanling laughed viciously, obviously he had long been eager to eat the flesh and drink the blood of the white-clothed monk.

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual light around him suddenly brightened again, and countless spirit blades were conjured, frantically bombarding the Heavenly Dragon who was still holding on.

These sharp blades seemed to be formed by spiritual power, but they seemed to be formless, and after pouring on Tianlong's body, they directly dispersed into little ripples, without affecting him in any way.

"Poof~"

A strange scene happened, but I didn't expect this seemingly ordinary spirit blade, Tianlong only shook it hard in less than ten moves before spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and the only remaining golden pupil was also rapidly turning gray!

"Haha, what the immortals said is really true, you and the rest of the sins are most afraid of the attack of the gods!"

"Flame Scourge!"

Tianlong frowned and shook his head vigorously to ignore Shang Shanling's mockery, wanting to suppress the counterattack of the Yan Calamity.

"Yohe, I didn't expect that you, a beast, haven't devoured the soul of your new body yet, what kindness!"

Shang Shanling said in some surprise, and then without looking at it, he once again blocked the sneak attack of the white-clothed male cultivator, and imprinted a palm on his chest, knocking it away again.

"I said, do you have a little bit of the consciousness of my human race, why do you help these beasts, and do some sneak attacks, tsk, your cultivation should be the top existence in the lower realm, could it be that the human race here is so depraved, it is not as good as that beast?"

Shang Shanling's words were very vicious, which made the faces of the Kyushu monks, young and old, full of indignation.

Especially those monks who have returned to the Spirit Realm, in a sense, they can already represent Kyushu, even if they are immortals in the upper realm, they should not be insulted like this.

"Feixing's body is not suitable for you, come to me. ”

At this moment, a young figure with long hair like blood and red eyes suddenly appeared not far from the three of them.

Qingyun!

"Is that him?"

Glancing at each other, Hongchen Ke said with some doubts.

"Xiaoyou knows that boy?"

Yuan Anchu also asked curiously, he had already cultivated to a high level, and his vision was extraordinary.

This young man's momentum is very similar to that of the old ghost with dragon claws, and it is very likely that he was also reborn by some ancient power, but similar to it, it is also very vain.

"I don't know. ”

Hongchenke shook his head directly, but then blurted out and asked:

"Does Elder Yuan know him?"

Hearing this, Yuan Anchu suddenly shook his head in embarrassment, and scolded in his heart:

"Silly hat, how do I know this unknown junior?"

It's just that although he thought so in his heart, for some reason, when he heard Hongchenke say this, he suddenly felt that this young man seemed to be a little familiar.

On the other side, Yao Pofeng and Yao Mengxun, brother and sister, were all close together because they secretly supported each other, and they also witnessed the scene of Xiao Witch dying to save Qingyun Xiangyu.

Yao Pofeng is better, although it is uncomfortable, but at least Brother Yun is fine, but Yao Mengxun is extremely emotional, even if she was unwilling to compete with Xiao Luoyi at the beginning, but the death of the other party also made her heart like a knife.

Because Xiao Yun'er's heart must have been broken.