Lin Xi was still saying a second ago that there must be a big change when the ancient saint returns.

So don't worry too much.

As a result, the next second, a big noise came.

Everyone's faces suddenly changed.

This is not good news.

The mortal realm has only been stable for a while, and at this time it cannot withstand the tossing.

Even if Jiang Chen uses the heavenly means to help the mortal world recover, the laws are still unstable, and once the power at the saint level falls, it is very likely to collapse again.

"Let's go and have a look." Lin Xi said immediately.

Everyone flew out quickly.

The noise was too great at this moment. Even the semi-saint monks who were in seclusion were alarmed and went out to check the situation. There was another riot in the entire northern border.

A big event like the death of a saint just happened a few months ago. It was already a situation where everyone was in danger. Now there is a big news again?

At this moment, most of the monks in the northern border could almost see the dark clouds rolling in the sky, and the low, thick and terrifying roars spreading over the sky like thunder, which was shocking.

Countless strange phantoms were entangled in the air, like countless resentful souls, but there was no trace of gloomy ghost energy. Instead, they were central and noble and upright.

"What is this?" Everyone looked at the sky in fear.

Never seen anything like this before.

Could it be a ghost saint?

But it doesn't seem to be very similar.

And why are there so many phantoms? Each phantom seems to contain different original powers from ordinary people. It is impossible that so many of them are saints.

Lin Xi looked solemn and turned his head to look at Yun Zhilan: "Did you remember anything when you see this scene?"

"Not yet." Yun Zhilan shook his head.

A terrifying voice came from above the peak of the clouds.

"who!"

"Dig a foundation for me!"

The roaring sound of thunder contained endless anger, as if it was about to burn all the nine heavens and ten earths.

The monks in the northern border were shocked and their hearts were trembling and their mouths were bitter.

They couldn't help but feel sad.

We didn't dig it, why yell at us?

At this moment, Xiao Bailong's face turned pale, his whole body shrank his head guiltily, his eyes were erratic, and he complained in his heart.

I just dug a wooden house.

Not so.

Who knows that your foundation is under this broken house?

Since it is your foundation, can't you arrange more means to protect it?

How could it be dug out so easily?

Lin Xi subconsciously glanced at Xiao Bailong and thought, could it be that Xiao Bailong did it so coincidentally?

Then when I saw the little white dragon's expression, I immediately understood.

"You...you really dug it?" Lin Xi's voice trembled slightly.

Xiao Bailong looked aggrieved, opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment and said bitterly: "I just dug up a small wooden house. Logically speaking, there will be no problem."

"Where is the cabin you dug?"

"In... the holy land." The little white dragon lowered his head.

"You dare to move things from the holy land?" Lin Xi glared: "It's all things left by the saints, who knows what the mystery is."

Xiao Bailong felt extremely guilty and asked carefully: "What should I do now?"

"What else can I do? I can only see the situation first. If this saint really revives, he will have to kill you, but no one can protect you."

The little white dragon was about to cry without tears.

This will lead to a saint?

The spiritual world is too dangerous.

"But judging by this situation, this saint may not recover, and he also said that if you have dug up the foundation, it is estimated that the recovery will also produce some resistance." Lin Xi said with a serious expression.

The little white dragon's heart suddenly rose to heaven and said happily: "Really? If the resurrection of this saint is delayed, is it considered to be a meritorious service?"

"That's a big deal. It's not necessarily an enemy. If you do this, you will become a mortal enemy." Lin Xi cursed angrily.

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Everyone was frightened.

I am afraid that another disaster of destruction will occur.

No one dared to check such a huge movement at will.

Lin Xi was also very worried at this moment.

Because the deity has not recovered yet.

The ancient figures could not use the power to block the world in a short period of time, so they would not be able to awaken the sect leader. If the saint really revived, it would be difficult to deal with.

At this time, the phantom became trembling wildly.

An illusory figure slowly condensed from above the dome.

Just like a king who is in charge of the world and waiting for the people to bow down to the earth, looking down on the indifference and calmness, looking down on everything.

"I will return eventually." A cold voice came slowly.

Without any emotion.

It seems that there is really an ancient emperor who travels through endless years and shows his holy spirit today, intending to control the world and take control of everything again.

For some reason, Lin Xi inexplicably thought of Yuanwuling.

This feels very similar.

The other party is probably the same guy as Yuan Wuling.

However, Yuan Wuling encountered Lin Xi halfway through, and his journey to rebirth was forcibly cut off.

And the person in front of him seems to have completed the steps of most of the recovery.

Strangely, Yuan Wuling gradually began to recover everything after absorbing the power of Shenzhaodi.

What about this person?

His God shines on the earth.

Just as Lin Xi was thinking about it, a violent and terrifying tiger roar came, and a huge blue tiger came in the distance, with a green fire burning on its body, shattering nothingness, leaving a terrible black and blue flame path.

The Qinghu Venerable was sitting leisurely on the Qinghu, and a hot red flame behind him also swept through nothingness, as gorgeous as the morning light.

It was a nine-headed bird, flapping its wings, the fire was boiling, it was very dazzling, the birds were singing loudly and melodiously, extremely bright.

Jiang Xiaoxi was holding the Nine-Headed Bird's neck, his face full of excitement.

This is naturally the nine-headed bird that Qingzhu gave to Jiang Xiaoxi.

The bloodline is very pure.

He has the appearance of a demon ancestor.

Now he has finally grown up, and with the help of the Qinghu Venerable, he has now reached the state of fusion, with great speed and terrible flames.

"If you will return in the end, you will not return. If you have not returned, you will dare to show off your power and be able to fight?" The Venerable Qinghu sneered and said.

When he sensed the power of the saint approaching, he immediately chose to come.

I originally thought that another fellow Taoist who could become a saint appeared.

Unexpectedly, it was an old guy who intended to be reborn.

This naturally made him feel very bad.

Another roar was heard, and the green tiger standing tall and roared over, and it was almost swallowing the illusory shadow in front of him into his stomach.

The illusory figure slowly stood up, as if facing the Qinghu, but the next moment, the Qinghu shuttled away without hurting the figure at all.

The Qinghu Venerable frowned slightly: "Hmm?"

"The saint who killed himself." A cold voice came from the illusory figure: "You dare to attack me too."

The Qinghu Venerable's eyes were uncertain, and then he seemed to have discovered something and mocked: "It turns out that there has not been a recovery, just a little residual will, no entity."

Without physical things, ordinary attacks are naturally difficult to work.
To be continued...