There was silence for a moment, and then, the entire defense line of Beige Peak, as far as the eye could see, fell into a state of jubilation, and the restlessness originally caused by the appearance of the golden dragon sacrifice soul dissipated without a trace.

On the top of the C398 Fortress, the group of monks of the Floating Jade Sect who had been looking forward to it were also cheering.

"The boss is the boss!

Brother Jing jumped up suddenly, threw the beast bone in his hand far away in the direction of the barbarian camp, turned around and hugged Zeng Qiu in his arms, poor Zeng Qiu's small body was almost out of breath by his broad chest, and he could only wave his hands in vain, and there was a strange sound in his throat.

"Where is Xifu! Niuniu can't see it!" The little guy leaned beside them obediently, a pair of big eyes squinted and looked hard, and his pink little face was full of unhappiness.

After all, she has only cultivated in the foundation building period, and her eyesight is not comparable to that of these people around her, and the shadow of the bronze giant tripod can still be seen a few points, but the figure of Xiang Yang is beyond her reach.

Brother Jing laughed and threw Zeng Qiu aside, lowered his head, picked up the little guy and put it on his shoulder, stretched out his finger and pointed: "Oh, your master is there!

He made a gesture of cutting in two: "It was done by your master..."

Niuniu twisted her delicate body, stretched her little head forward, clapped her little hands and giggled: "Xifu is the most powerful, big bug... Click, another big bug, click..."

Between the C398 Fortress and the Jia3 Fortress, there was also a fortress defense line, and Jia Bo looked into the distance with a gray face, and his heart beat like a drum.

What kind of enemy did he provoke that day, but fortunately, in the face of the two real ancestors, that guy didn't bother with himself anymore...

On another fortress, a group of monks from the empty mulberry gate also looked at it stunned, even if they couldn't see who was in the bronze giant tripod phantom, but the news of Xiang Yang's solo invasion of the barbarian camp had already spread, even if he was a fool, he knew the identity of that person.

I remembered that a few months ago, they even wanted to forcibly seize the residence of the Floating Jade Sect, which was simply snatching food under the tiger's mouth and pulling out the whiskers under the dragon's jaw...

In fact, where would Xiang Yang still think of them?

He and these monks are no longer opponents at the same level, for example, if a person walks in the wasteland and is suddenly bitten by a mosquito, if he is not slapped to death on the spot, he will naturally not have to find the mosquito to vent his anger.

That doesn't make any sense.

At this time, he was deaf to even the movement caused by the Qiankun Ding clone, and he was completely immersed in that trace of understanding.

......

"Huh..."

In the abbot immortal mountain, a voice full of surprise came from the body of Qiankun Ding.

"Old man, our young master is really a strange person, this is the law of the middle way, the master of the Nine Tribulations may not be able to comprehend it, he is just a little monk in the Dan period, but looking at this, he actually had an epiphany..."

"Without such luck and talent, how can he be recognized by the old master? Although he has not yet received a complete inheritance, but even the boss has recognized him, where can there be any mistake?"

Hearing him mention the boss, Ding Shuai's voice suddenly became much softer: "Speaking of that boss, what have you discovered? I think there is something wrong with this place of trial during this time." ”

The old pen withdrew his gaze from the spectroscopy mirror, and sneakily glanced to the side a few times: "The old guy of the Soul Emperor seems to know something, but he won't say it... I think it's weird, too!"

Ding Shuai smiled bitterly: "That boss and the old master are also friends of the same generation, how can we figure out what he wants to do? It's just that during this time, didn't you find that the Penglai Ruins are getting closer and closer to the Abbot Immortal Mountain?"

The old pen pinched his goatee and frowned: "I have been to the Mixed Yuan Dao Palace, and I have explored it with a spectroscope, not only the ruins of Penglai, but even Yingzhou is closer... Even the long-lost Dai and Yuanqiao seem to have a trace of breath..."

Qiankun Ding's body trembled slightly: "This is going to be a big incident... Could it be that the boss is preparing to reopen the immortal path?"

The old pen said with a sad face: "But if you want to reunite the five immortal mountains, the cost is too great, and it is estimated that the power gathered by the entire trial land over the years is not enough, unless you use the power of the Mixed Yuan Dao Palace and the Mixed Yuan Tower..."

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, and his old face was wrinkled: "But the inheritance is undecided, the immortal spirit is destroyed, even if there are those two guys to make do with it, but they can only use some of the most superficial power, and now that there is no old worm, what is the use of the queen phoenix? No matter how strong that boss is, he can't instruct this immortal emperor's treasure, right?"

The more he spoke, the softer his voice became: "... You think the boss won't sacrifice both of us, right?"

“......”

The bronze giant tripod made a 'hum' sound, and was silent for a long time, and only after a long time did it shine brightly, and the sound of Ding Shuai gritting his teeth came out.

"Old man, help me again! The young master's foundation is not enough! When will he really get the inheritance!

One by one, the runes and green mangs surged away along the mysterious connection between the body and the doppelganger, and the runes were drawn too fast, and the sky-high hairs on the head of the old pen were emitting a trace of green smoke, and in the body of the Qiankun Ding, it was even more brilliant, and several kinds of spiritual fires were ignited at the same time.

......

I don't know how long he stood still, Xiang Yang's fingers suddenly moved slightly, his originally closed eyes slowly opened, and a flash of essence flashed.

Not noticing the golden liquid suspended above his head and the runes beside him, he directly stretched out his fingers and flicked them lightly on the ruyi stick in front of him.

After a soft 'buzz', there was silence all around, as if nothing had happened.

He still stood quietly, his eyes were calm, and after a while, suddenly a rumbling sound came from the ground, and then within hundreds of zhang, the earth rolled and moved, and a dragon-like ravine appeared.

"Resonance and frequency... In fact, it is to find the rhythm of all things... This kind of rhythm is just different from object to object, different from scene to scene, and extremely complex, and it takes extremely strong computing power to find it. ”

A smile hung on the corner of Xiang Yang's mouth, and he stretched out his hand again, and another loud noise came, this time the air beside him distorted, and in the wilderness, suddenly a strong wind danced, whistling and scattering against the ground.

"But I have a natural life, as long as I observe carefully, this is not difficult, but with my current strength, the scope of influence is still limited... But if I can incorporate this rhythm into my usual attacks, this power... Huh..."

After a burst of euphoria, he finally woke up from that epiphany, and his mind turned around, and he looked around blankly.