Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 72 Disintegration
The three golden immortals felt a chill in their hearts. How powerful is the ultimate middle-grade innate spirit treasure?
Without even thinking about it, they all retreated violently, no longer caring about intercepting Qi's overwhelming sword energy.

Qi's eyes were puzzled, and he turned his head to see that the purple-red sunset rays shot past him, shining on a man in green clothes in the east. Wan Zhang looked at him firmly.

Qi's scarlet pupils gradually faded, and the terrifying dragon and snake phantom behind him also dissipated.Excitedly and slowly murmured: "Brother!"

Qingling smiled gently, and said, "Qi, long time no see."

After the voice fell, he stretched out his hand again to make a move, and the blue silk spirit net resounded all over the sky, the wind chimes swayed, spring has arrived, the too illusory sound penetrated everywhere, and it rang in the primordial spirits of the three golden immortals. A thousand bells and one sound.

Back then, he was able to defeat the super powerful Saint Son of the Typhoid Clan when he was only at the Heaven Rank. Now, even though he is a newcomer to the Golden Immortal, his combat power is not far behind even if it does not reach Taiyi.Not to mention the miraculous nature of Zhongpin Xiantian Lingbao, even Taiyi Daxiu had to treat it with caution.

So these three Jinxian Venerables of average strength were really trapped by Qingling for a while, unable to escape.

Qi's big and dumb head shook, a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time appeared on his face, and he kept smirking at Qing Ling.

Qing Ling walked over, rubbed his big head, and said with a smile: "Why do you grow more and more dull? You always look like you don't grow up."

As soon as Qi heard this, his expression darkened, he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Qingling smiled and said, "What is there to be sad about? I know a foreign language, 'A man, a man, why should he be afraid and humble?'

Qi, you've been here for too long, it's time to go back. "

After the words fell, Qing Lingren had disappeared and appeared on the sky.

Showing a human body with a snake tail and a spring god dharma appearance, the hands of the stalwart dharma image are spread out, and the huge phantom seems to hold the common people with one hand, with vertical pupils pitying all beasts.

"I am the Holy Son of Xishan, you and the other eight clans will stop my army, if you don't retreat, you will perish!"

As the words fell, Qingling's brows and spirit lines twitched, and the battlefield intertwined with blood and fire below her body turned into green mountains and green fields, with spring water strips, mountain flowers blooming, and thousands of trees competing for spring.

The stalwart god standing in the sky sweeps the mountains and rivers with his sleeves, the spring breeze is endless, and the spring is infinite. All the [-] golden immortals feel comfortable and comfortable, like a spring breeze, every pore of the body is opening and breathing, and the breath of spring is introduced. whole body.

However, when their primordial spirits are at ease, their perception of the physical body is covered by the infinite beauty of spring, and it is difficult to detect that the physical body is already losing precious vitality.

How great is the vitality of the sixteen golden immortals?However, all the vitality that was absorbed entered the body of Qingling's Daoxiang Xuantian vine.

At this time, the Xuantian vine is too far from the sky-reaching building tree he envisioned, and it is simply unbearable to bear the name, so it is only called Xuantian.

But the sixteen golden immortals are extraordinary after all, but after a few breaths, several golden immortals detected the murderous intent of the divine map of spring order, and the primordial spirit was furious.

It's just that Qingling stretched out his hand again, and the breeze swayed the golden bell, and the illusory sounds interspersed in the divine picture of spring sequence, drawing the primordial spirits of all the golden immortals into the illusion again.

All the Xishan Golden Immortals below were stunned, this is their holy son of Xishan!It's terrifying to beat [-] golden immortals with a single gesture of hand and foot.

But Qing Ling is also extremely exhausted. Even though he is very powerful, he can attract the blessings of the world, and he has to use phantom sounds to suppress the souls of the sixteen golden immortals. He has reached his limit.

In the arena, apart from the unstoppable fighting of the army below, all the Venerable Golden Immortals surrounded Qingling to protect him. No one dared to act rashly, because in the divine map of spring order, even if they were not targeted at them, Xi Shan You Jinxians still feel as if they are really in a beautiful landscape with green mountains and green waters.

His eyes flickered, his soul trembled, and he dared to use his soul to comprehend the illusion on this unsafe battlefield.This is the illusory way of heaven and earth forged by the authority of the gods, and the way of human illusion that she comprehended alone is three points superior.

Qingling Yuanshen's deduction was deadlocked for another quarter of an hour, and finally there was no further delay. As soon as the divine map was withdrawn, the thousand bells stopped, and all the phantoms of the Yintu disappeared.

The sixteen golden immortal venerables broke through the maze one after another, and they were frightened and angry, just because they had lost all the vitality and mana of Yiyuanhui, it was really terrifying and angry.

The yellow-haired golden fairy middle-stage old man who fought against Venerable Yu shouted: "You evil beast, you dare to use evil methods to steal our true vitality. I will definitely sue the dragon clan to show the order of the dragon."

Qingling accepted the god's dharma for a moment, and it was too exhausting to continue this state of being in one world for too long.

The red clothes are facing the sky, the eyes of different colors are overlooking the sixteen venerables, and more than ten venerable Xishan behind him are protecting each other. He is full of confidence, so his heart swells.

"Old beast, you are old and dizzy, right? The Holy Son is using the power of the gods, when did it become a magic trick?
Besides, even if I use sorcery, it is still a matter of whether you can go back alive today. The true vitality of the Yiyuanhui is not easy to make up for. "Qing Ling kept showing a two-point smile on his face, and his handsome appearance was really pleasing to the eye.

But in the eyes of the sixteen golden immortals on the opposite side, it was tantamount to horror.The old man with yellow hair couldn't help trembling in his heart, this Holy Son of Xishan was too weird, he just restrained the sixteen golden immortals with his own power, and it didn't look like he had cast a forbidden spell that seriously injured his vitality.

Is it really possible for Xishan to keep them?Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweep his spiritual thoughts in all directions for fear that Granny Hua Geng would suddenly appear.

None of the sixteen golden immortals on the other side dared to respond, and Qing Ling smiled again, "Since you don't answer, let's end today's battle!"

Qingling stretched out his hand and pointed, and Mi Tiansuo covered it for a moment, like a long sapphire dragon running through the center of the chaotic battlefield of thousands of troops and beasts, cutting the battlefield of heaven and earth and separating the army of snakes and the army of beasts.

The sixteen Venerable Golden Immortals on the other side were surprised, and the Venerable Golden Immortal holding the mirror couldn't help asking: "Is this true?"

"Of course it is true!" Qingling's smile subsided, and her tone was solemn: "However, after fighting with your eight clans for a long time, my clan has already killed many clansmen. If you want to stop fighting, I, Xishan, also want to stop fighting.

Both sides have sincerity, and I, Xishan, will not force you to cede land and give in, nor will I oppress you, but if any clan has any unruly intentions, then my Xishan's five-peak blood flag will definitely be planted in that clan. Above the ancestral land! "

Speaking of the last words, Qingling's voice had dropped to the freezing cold, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every Venerable Golden Immortal.

As soon as this remark came out, the expressions of the golden immortals of all races changed and they retreated one after another.

The two venerables of the Dunling Honey Badger Clan shouted: "Everyone, don't listen to the bewitching words of the Xishan Snake Clan. If we don't work together, how can we resist the conquest of their snake soldiers?"

As soon as this remark came out, the Venerable Golden Immortals on the other side hesitated again.

Qingling sneered, looked at the two middle-aged venerables, a man and a woman, and said, "Your clan is really full of lies. If my clan really doesn't have the intention to cease fighting, then how can you sixteen venerables today? alive?"

As soon as the words fell, the Taoist image of the Xuantian Vine appeared behind Qingling in an instant, and the imaginary shadow of a giant tree that reached the sky brought extremely powerful oppression, almost approaching the primordial spirits of the golden immortals.

At the same time, the thirteen Golden Immortal Venerables of Xishan took a step forward one after another, and the phantoms of the thirteen Golden Immortals manifested one after another. Those who have different minds are not comparable to the venerables of the eight races.

This time, the sixteen Venerable Golden Immortals were extremely frightened, especially the green spirit in the middle, the Tongtian Jianmu phantom, whose powerful barbaric coercion really made them feel a little powerless.

"Thank you, Son of Xishan, my Nine Ridge Rat Clan retreats voluntarily!" A Taoist in yellow robe flew away without looking back, and all the beasts of the Nine Ridge Rat Clan below retreated one after another.

Once there is a beginning, the psychology of the rest of the people changes immediately, they all leave, why don't I leave and stay in this place with the power of life?As for the covenant with the Escaped Honey Badger Clan, what is it compared to the safety of your own clan?
Immediately, one after another, the Venerable Golden Immortals flew away one after another, and the Allied Forces of the Eight Clans collapsed!
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