Xing Hongyu was originally a man of few words, but he would not let the other party slander himself like this in front of all immortal cultivators.

As the aura continued to pour into the magic circle, Xing Hongyu's appearance also changed, his upright body was imposing, his face became more and more ruddy, not like the sick appearance just now, Xing Hongyu walked slowly with a gun in one hand, ignoring the law and standing in the void, the trees everywhere he passed were all shattered by the fluctuations of spiritual power around him, and the aura it emitted was more than ten times stronger than just now, and those who cultivated to a low level were directly shocked and vomited blood by the coercion released by Xing Hongyu.

"He's not going to die for the sake of face!"

"Hmph, pedantic, who will remember who you are when your life is gone!"

The scene in front of him made the rulers of the major clans show a solemn expression, and the coercion released by Xing Hongyu at this time was by no means ordinary, I am afraid that in order to save face, he used the secret technique of the Xinghai clan...... 'Burning Life Continuation Method'.

The ancestor of the Xinghai clan is a monk who has no immortal fate, even if he forcibly cultivates, he will never be able to fly to the immortal realm, under a coincidence, he got a kind of exercise that consumes life force to improve cultivation, and then he established a huge Xinghai clan, hoping that one day someone can complete this set of exercises, so that future generations can no longer be subject to the restrictions of qualifications, but unfortunately the people of later generations have long forgotten their original intentions, and they are only interested in squandering their lives for the sake of practice.

"I really underestimated you just now, but I'm afraid that forcibly improving my cultivation won't last long!" The young man put away his playful heart and smiled evilly, exuding a terrifying coercion as if he was about to crush everything, "Although the little guy is weaker, he can still warm me up, and with your inexplicable self-confidence, the deity will be merciful and spare your life!"

"Arrogance will bring about self-destruction!"

Xing Hongyu roared, waving the spear in his hand to stir up the surrounding aura, and with the ever-changing magic in his hand, a strange magic circle appeared in the void, and a spear transformed by pure spiritual power flew out from within.

Immortal cultivators will not fluctuate at will with the improvement of the cultivation realm, but the contemptuous attitude of the young man still hurts Xing Hongyu's proud heart, how could he have been treated like this by the stars, Xing Hongyu is now not only fighting for himself, but also for the reputation of this generation of the immortal cultivation world.

When the two of them were fighting in mid-air, Zhang Lingyun was concentrating on sending spiritual power to the poisonous flame centipede's body to heal his wounds, and since absorbing the 'Lock Spirit Tower', he found an extremely embarrassing thing, although the essence of his spiritual power has not changed, but because of the unknown runes, his once colorless and formless spiritual power has become the current pale green formless spiritual power, and the spiritual power balls condensed by the rune spirit veins also emit a crystal clear green light in the sea of consciousness.

"The pride of the sky, little handsome guy, do you want to show your hands to those buns for a long time?"

The thousand-faced sand cat walked up to Zhang Lingyun, who was healing the poisonous centipede, and quietly approached to bite his ear, although the voice of the thousand-faced sand cat was extremely low, it still attracted two concerned eyes.

"If you want us to become the target of public criticism, I don't mind if you continue to pull hatred!" Zhang Lingyun did not swagger to the stupid cat, but released a wisp of spiritual sense to directly connect with her, making it impossible for outsiders to know the conversation between the two.

"Hmph! Those stupid people who are complacent, but they are just a monk in the god transformation stage, let them be like this, they simply don't know Taishan!"

The thousand-faced sand cat was injured by the poisonous centipede at this time, and there was no place to spread the anger in his belly, and he wanted to say a few words when he saw that no one was pleasing to the eye, and now he quietly found that he almost provoked the hatred of the major clans, and immediately closed his mouth and stood aside quietly, and the thousand-faced sand cat turned his attention back to the two, and instantly found the difference between Zhang Lingyun, and directly injected a trace of spiritual power into his hands to explore the other party's situation.

"Silly cat, I'm not hurt!"

Zhang Lingyun saw that the stupid cat was about to lose spiritual power to himself, and suddenly a sense of collapse came to his heart, and when he felt the scrutinizing eyes cast from time to time around him, Zhang Lingyun was powerless to refute, so he could only pretend to be calm and close his eyes tightly and pretend not to know.

"Oh my God! You...... You wicked!" The thousand-faced sand cat withdrew its spiritual power and suddenly opened its eyes, pointed at Zhang Lingyun and was speechless for a long time, and finally slapped his thigh weakly.

The strange behavior of the thousand-faced sand cat immediately attracted the attention of the people around her, but because her spiritual sense was still connected to Zhang Lingyun, outsiders only felt that the woman was sick again, and they couldn't help but pout.

"Can you be normal, don't make superfluous expressions in spiritual communication, do you want to be treated as a fool?" If Zhang Lingyun hadn't healed Poison Yan at this moment, he really wanted to stay away from this crazy woman, and be treated as a joke by others.

"Hehe, did you absorb some kind of magic weapon with runes before?" The thousand-faced sand cat looked at Zhang Lingyun's shocked expression, sighed deeply, and sorted out his mood before speaking again, "The giant tree spirit pattern that absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon for three thousand years can be touched by you, I am really jealous of your luck!"

The thousand-faced sand cat recalled the scene when he was first imprisoned in the Linglong Pagoda, the pagoda was surrounded by a layer of hidden runes, and the green energy released by the runes formed a huge net, supplying all the spiritual power consumption in the Linglong Pagoda, in the center of the first floor of the Linglong Pagoda, a tall giant tree that could only be surrounded by dozens of people stood in it, the branches of the giant tree were lush and lush all year round, and there were countless vines around the trunk of the giant tree. The pothos is entwined, and the scene of free falling makes it even more magnificent, and the endless vitality of life makes people yearn for it.

Although that giant tree has not been cultivated to refinement, it is a top-level existence in the eyes of all demons, and ordinary demon beasts will get bored no matter how diligent they work. When the bottleneck is at a time, you need to rest for a while to mediate and relax yourself, but the cultivation method of this giant tree is simply envious of others, as long as it stays there so stupidly, the roots of the tree will absorb the nutrients in the soil from under the surface, and send it to various places through the trunk to support it to stand, and the leaves around the body are absorbed by the spiritual energy through the pores, and then transmitted from the trunk to various places to transform into spiritual power to enhance its tenacity.

If it weren't for a shocking battle thousands of years ago, a section of the Linglong Pagoda was accidentally cut off, and it was shattered and scattered everywhere by an unknown powerhouse exerting the power of space, and the spirit pattern of the giant tree happened to be attached to the fragments of the pagoda, and the treasure that defied the sky might have disappeared between heaven and earth.

"You have been talking about history for a long time, what is the effect of this giant tree spirit pattern?" The injury of the poisonous flame centipede has improved and is not a big problem, Zhang Lingyun has no patience to listen to the stupid cat's rambling anymore, and directly ask the most critical question.

"Ha, are you stupid......! It can automatically absorb the spiritual energy, and output the spiritual power again after conversion!" The thousand-faced sand cat looked at Zhang Lingyun still staring at himself in confusion, and suddenly turned in place with a sad face, how to describe it, when his eyes touched the green spiritual power released by Zhang Lingyun again, a flash of inspiration appeared, and the thousand-faced sand cat suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Your current physical state is quite an inexhaustible giant spirit stone, understand!"

The thousand-faced sand cat nodded as he spoke, as if he was proud that he could think of this metaphor, and when he turned his head to look at Zhang Lingyun again, he showed a tragic sense that a child could not be taught and rotten wood could not be carved, and he took care of himself to cut off the spiritual connection between the two, turned his head to pay attention to the poisonous centipede that was gradually recovering, and took out a silk handkerchief very considerately and handed it over.

Zhang Lingyun felt as if there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in his mind, and deep down in his heart he was extremely disappointed and confused, the chosen son in the painting book either picked up the cultivation of the true exercises, or there was an immortal-level magic weapon given by a master, but he was a monk who seemed to be a beautiful monk, every time he picked up the treasure, he not only had to go through a life and death ordeal, but what he got was a strange physique that saved people and healed his wounds, Zhang Lingyun couldn't help but stare at the palm of his hand in a daze, his own essence blood can be brought back to life, and his aura can help people heal, if there are no friends of the demon clan around him, he will definitely embark on the road of medicine, and then come back to life, Hua Tuo's title of the living miracle doctor.

The battle in mid-air continued, Xing Hongyu used his famous stunt 'Star Sea', countless spears conjured by pure spiritual power have reached a hundred, and it was with this trick that he won the once-in-a-century martial arts meeting held by the Xinghai clan as the main venue, and the backlog of peer statements spread throughout the immortal cultivation world, and now his cultivation is even better, coupled with the burning life forcibly improved by a layer of cultivation, its power is close to the fusion period of the monk's blow.

An energy that can stir the heavens and the earth is gathering momentum, and the spear that continues to condense continues to squeeze Xing Hongyu's vitality, seeing that his cheeks that have just been ruddy are white again, but no one can stop his actions.

"Give it to me...... Break!" The movement in Xing Hongyu's hand suddenly stopped, and more than 100 spiritual power spears in the void slashed through the sky with the momentum of a thousand catties of bamboo, and went straight to the young man.

The young man felt the terrifying power of his opponent's blow, no longer pretending to be handsome and unmoved, waving his arms together, forming a circle with his thumb and index finger on his hands, and casting the 'Sun Wheel Seal' in his mouth, silently reciting the mantra of the Great Sun Nyorai, "Nine-character mantra, 'front'...... "The dark gray formation aperture in the void appeared, and the strange words in the double-layer ring kept flickering, slowly rotating counterclockwise, and in the blink of an eye, the magic seal disappeared into the young man's body.

As soon as the young man finished his preparations, Xing Hongyu's spear array attack came head-on, the young man unhurriedly stretched out a palm as if to release some kind of magic seal, his arm was straight and his wrist slowly rotated, and the more than 100 spiritual power spears seemed to be imprisoned by some kind of energy, and suddenly hovered in the air at three meters from the young man, as the young man's fingers slowly tightened, those spears made a clicking sound, and they began to impact and fuse without Xing Hongyu's control, but after a few breaths, more than 100 spears fused into one.