Three days after the siege of the Immortal Palace, an uninvited guest came to Yin Mountain.

Ying Meng was fiddling with the soul of an unknown person in his hand. He said: "Hey! Who else do I think he is? He is the next Immortal Master. There are nine killing arrays, soul destroying arrays, trapped dragon arrays, and countless others at the door.

Even the Yin Corpse Gu worms didn’t stop you.”

Xianqing Immortal Lord threw the sword over. Ying Meng tilted his head slightly, and the sword grazed his jawbone, cutting off two hairs. "Why are you so rude? I finally got this skeleton to find a few hairs, you

So I cut it off."

Immortal Xianqing took care of the blood stains on his clothes and the injury on his shoulder: "You are injured."

Yingmeng stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at him seriously: "Then are you here to kill me?"

Immortal Lord Xianqing looked at the shadows surrounding him: "Stop it! Turn around and you'll find the right shore."

Yingmeng seemed to have heard some very funny joke. She lay on the table and laughed loudly: "Can I still stop? Will you let me go? It's safe to look back, but there's no home to look forward to."

Immortal Xianqing opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but she still chose silence.

After a while he said again: "Let's talk."

Shadow Dream: "I only know that there is a military force, but he dare not hear about it."

Xianqing Immortal Lord's eyebrows are picturesque and unfathomable, and his pair of narrow eyes reflect Yingmeng's figure. Things have changed and people have changed. We have come to this point, and there is nothing to pretend. "Let's have a fight.

If I win, you will stop. If you win, I will answer your three questions."

When Ying Meng heard this, he raised his hand and waved towards Xian Qing, and the surrounding shadows surged up. Immortal Lord Xian Qing was not slow to react. He made a secret with one hand, and in one breath, countless shadows were reduced to nothing. Suddenly, there was a bright light under his feet.

Sheng.

It's a formation, it moves extremely fast, and the ground seems to be shaking faintly.

Yingmeng shook his head: "It is very dangerous to talk too much to your enemies."

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light rushed out from the formation and stabbed Yingmeng. Xian Qing looked at the skeleton lying on the ground, raised his head and looked out of the cave, "Show up."

The shadow dream on the ground suddenly shriveled up.

It's a puppet.

A gust of strong wind came from outside the cave.

After confirming that Ying Meng who appeared outside the cave was his true self, Xian Qing stabbed him with his sword as fast as lightning. Ying Meng's reaction was not slow either. He put one hand on the ground and flew back to distance himself.

Xian Qing's spiritual skills were thrown at Ying Meng as if they were free of charge.

Demonic energy and spiritual energy intertwined in the air. The air waves generated after the collision spread out in all directions like a tidal wave. The trees behind were cut in half by the strong air waves, and fell in pieces.

Yingmeng drew his sword, and the surrounding flowers bloomed instantly, and black mist filled the air. The bone sword collided with the spirit sword, and a burst of sparks shot out. Yingmeng's wrist was sore, and he knew that he could not win in a sword fight.

He turned around in the air and dodged Xian Qing's next move.

Ying Meng's body skills are not as good as Xian Qing's, but her demonic energy is too weird and she also plays dirty tricks.

The two seemed to be at a stalemate, but compared to their past achievements, it was obvious that they both had reservations. Oh, no, to say they had reservations would be an understatement. This was simply a boring joke.

The most boring and uninteresting battle in the entire war initiated by the strong.

But if they were really desperate, there would be no need to fight this battle.

Xian Qing's eyes reflected Ying Meng's figure, and several auras wrapped around Ying Meng's figure.

He frowned and became stronger again, it was no longer her.

I saw him taking a few feint steps to approach Ying Meng, and struck at Ying Meng's life gate with his Spirit Gathering Palm.

Ying Meng struck Ma Yanhong down to avoid its sharp edge, and then struck directly at Xian Qing Ling Platform with Dark Spirit Erosion.

Little did he know that Xian Qing used his own tricks to treat the other person's body in his own way, directly using his mental power to confront Ying Meng's mental power.

When the two forces of nothingness came into contact, they turned into strong winds, causing sand and rocks to fly for a while.

The bones of Gu worms and Inferi around him have piled up into a hill.

Xian Qing flew back and fell, his abdomen already blood red. Ying Meng was not much better. Nine stand-in puppets were broken into pieces, which was the wound on the soul. The two distanced themselves, and it was time to decide the outcome.

A ray of golden light burst out from Xian Qing's hand, soared into the sky, and turned into a giant golden sword. Upon seeing this, Ying Meng summoned a force of faith and a bloody evil aura.

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I saw her clasping her hands together and compressing the two forces together to form a disk. The power of faith and the bloody evil energy were inside, like the shape of Tai Chi, slowly moving. It looked very beautiful, but it contained a huge amount of power.

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The spiritual energy and demonic energy between heaven and earth are intertwined, and the arrogant power destroys the buildings.

Click——

Something seemed to be breaking in the air.

Then the formations and restrictions in the air collapsed one after another.

The light dispersed, and the ground was covered with broken limbs and severed heads. Stars were dotted all around. There was a kind of dreamy beauty, but there was a river of blood on the ground, as if it was the most gloomy purgatory-like horror.

Xianqing Immortal Lord slowly got up, his pure white clothes stained with blood, and he was in a mess. On the other side, Yingmeng's spirit picked up the bones on the ground one by one, and put his body back together while shouting.

: "Fortunately, the place has just been cleared, otherwise we would have suffered a big loss. Oh my God, so many things were broken! We must pay, we must pay."

Immortal Lord Xianqing threw a bag of money: "I lost."

The test just now showed that she has passed through. It is not the kind recognized by heaven and earth, but the way designed by Sheng Yuan - the way of hatred full of killing. It is aimed at those who symbolize the old era, and they will all die, including hatred itself.

Yingmeng picked up the money bag, stuffed it into his pocket and said, "Who are you humiliating with money?"

After making sure that all valuable things were picked up, Yingmeng stood up and clapped his hands: "Okay, first question. Troop strength?"

Immortal Lord Xianqing: "Twenty-three thousand people."

Ying Meng: "So few."

Immortal Lord Xianqing: "I am strong enough and I won't let you control me."

Shadow Dream: "Planning?"

Xianqing Immortal Lord: "Twelve thousand people guard Qian, Kun, and Dui San. Seven thousand people guard Xun, Kan, and Gen. Four thousand people guard Li Wei. Things that are shaken by thunder and yin and filth cannot pass, and there is no one."

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Yingmeng: "Who asked you to come?"

Immortal Xianqing was quiet for a moment, and the light fell on his eyes and was instantly annihilated. "I cannot answer this question."

A faint smile appeared in the corners of Yingmeng's eyes and eyebrows, and the corners of her lips were curved with an evil arc. "I don't have the rule here that the two sides will not fight without killing each other. Yingmeng is possessed, the Holy Yuan is destroyed, your future Immortal Master

Your position is secure! You, a future Immortal Master, have come here alone. Why?"

Xianqing Xianjun's expression was unclear and incomprehensible, like an abyss or a cold pool. Inside was a complexity that Yingmeng couldn't understand. He couldn't say that he regretted it. When he told this answer, let alone Yingmeng, he

I don’t even believe it. “I told you to stop.”

Yingmeng looked at Xian Qing with waning interest. Telling herself to stop? Is he crazy? Isn't this the result he always wanted? Has he given up his obsession? Bah, she knows that Xian Qing's strength has always been stuck at that point.

, but if he lets go of his obsession, he can break through with just one thought. His strength just now has not improved much!

She had always thought that it would be enough for him to become the Immortal Lord. She thought that as long as he was firmly established, his obsession would be fulfilled, but why did he never make any move, and even the Immortal Realm was retreating all the way?

With his methods, even if there are people from the ghost training camp helping him, the fairy world will not fall so easily.

Ying dreamed about it for a long time and finally came up with a more reasonable answer.

He should be cooperating with Sheng Yuan. Otherwise, how could Sheng Yuan die with peace of mind? Otherwise, why would he let go? Why didn't anyone from the ghost training camp come to help her, the person in the prophecy?

"I said you should rebel. If you go back unscathed now, they will just treat you as a traitor."

Immortal Lord Xianqing nodded slightly. "Farewell."

Ying Meng: "What do you think is my territory? I can come and leave whenever I want."

Xian Qingxianjun: "You are a good boy."

Shadow Dream: "Everyone is a good person, but some are not as good as the general public."

Immortal Lord Xianqing was silent for a moment: "If I don't leave, Mo Xuan will come up."

Yingmeng's attitude changed 360 degrees: "Go slowly, don't give me away, remember to call the money! I'm very poor. I won't pay you for your fairy sword."

Suddenly Ying Meng rushed up and hugged Xian Qing who was about to leave.

Xian Qing helplessly grabbed the hand that was holding the money bag and was about to retract it: "As for it?"

shadow dream

He opened the money bag without changing his expression and began to count the money: "I am very poor."

Immortal Lord Xianqing rested her chin on the top of Yingmeng's hair, and gently rubbed the girl's dark hair with her fair and delicate curved chin. "Where is the shave from Jinyu Palace?"

Indulge...for the last time.

Ying Meng's eyes reflected the golden color, and she said seriously: "It's been squandered. It's not about scrapping, it's about taking back what's yours."

Immortal Lord Xianqing sighed helplessly. "The treasure from that place just now."

Yingmeng's eyebrows were carefree, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved. "You're blind."
To be continued...