The Black Phoenix Saint King sneered, "Did you invite an expert from the Dragon Clan?"

Qing Ling shook his head and said, "I am the Lord of the Eastern Wasteland, and I am the only one who can protect this place."

The Holy King of Black Phoenix suddenly moved his mind and hurriedly raised his hand to catch the nine-headed bird that fell to the ground.

I saw that the mighty and domineering nine-headed divine bird looked half-dead at the moment, with bruises all over its body and a lot of bald hair.

As for the prison under his control, it has long since disappeared.

The Black Phoenix Holy King looked up at Qing Ling and said coldly: "Hand it over!"

"Who?"

Qing Ling said calmly.

"That naughty bird, your old sweetheart!" the Black Phoenix Holy King said word by word.

Qing Ling was shocked and said with a smile: "I don't know who you are talking about.

However, I have another person here who you should recognize."

After saying that, he waved his hand and a Luosheng flower rose, and the center of the flower was projected, revealing Chiwu's figure.

"Aren't you here to save him?"

Qing Ling asked.

The Black Phoenix Holy King sneered, and did not mention Chiwu, but still said: "Back then, that Niqin was the Holy Son of our clan, but he walked with you for a long time. If you had no friendship, you should have fallen long ago."

Qing Ling laughed and said: "Black Phoenix Saint King, where did you hear these ridiculous words?"

"Oh, of course it was the Niqin Yuan Shen who could spy on it." When the Black Phoenix Holy King said this, he looked at Qing Ling meaningfully.

Qing Ling said helplessly: "Then how about you come and explore my soul? Then you can find out whether it is true or false."

The Black Phoenix Holy King was stunned and said: "What conspiracy are you playing again?"

Qing Ling glanced at her with disdain and carelessness in her eyes.

Then, he closed his eyes and sat on the top of the building, ignoring her.

The Black Phoenix Saint King was sullen in his heart, but he still took a step forward without hesitation, and with both swords out again, the immortal fire spread away, and the raging fire exploded into the void.

Then the two swords were combined, and the Burning Silence Sword became the sword of immortality, and the will of immortality came.

The Black Phoenix Holy King is like an angel, with his wings spread out, towering over the void, like an angel of judgment, holding a flaming sword of judgment, piercing the Qingling body below.

Just when the long sword was three feet away from Qing Ling's eyebrows, a white light appeared.

The white light is shining brightly, like the moonlight shining in the sky, and a long bridge is erected.

The long bridge divides the upper and lower parts. The Qingling is sitting cross-legged on the bottom of the bridge, and the Holy King is flying on the bridge.

Time reverses, the long bridge turns, endless time leads to darkness.

The sunrise in the east turns into the moon above the sky, and the stars are shining all over the sky.

The immortal will of the Black Phoenix Holy King was blocked by time for a moment, and this moment was lengthened by time for a long, long time.

Under the lunar star, a red star shines, endless red light falls, and three thousand red silk threads fly up from Qing Ling's waist, crossing the long bridge of time, and binding it to the stationary Black Phoenix Saint King.

But there was only time to tie it up, and the opponent had already broken through the time shackles, and the immortal flames retreated to the red line.

Qingling Yuanshen left the body and merged into the body of the Long Bridge of Time.

The power of time and yin is great, the time is like a waterfall, the great moonlight shines white and becomes the day, becoming the sun of the night.

On the long bridge, the expression of the Black Phoenix Saint King changed. Within the nine-foot-long bridge, one step is a world, and one step is an eternity.

It was difficult for her to get out of this small area for a while.

But he couldn't kill her or even hurt her.

Qing Ling has not been so tired for a long time, ever since he became the mighty power of heaven and earth.

Ninety percent of the power of the soul has been consumed, and the boundless mana has been filled into the boundless time. The speed of replenishment of Daluo Daozang Realm cannot be faster than the speed of time consumption.

But the crisis has not yet been resolved.

Qing Ling closed her eyes and never opened them, just to reduce the loss of her soul.

The divine lines in the center of his eyebrows trembled, and the earth's seal caused the earth to shake in all directions.

He also used the power of the wooden path to adjust the building wood, and the roots of the building wood were cracked.

Dust on the ground rose, the soil cracked, and a trace of the earth appeared.

The light bridge slowly fell, its speed changed from slow to fast, and gradually accelerated its fall.

The Holy King on the Light Bridge noticed the abnormal movement and frantically released the immortal fire.

Since the immortal fire is immortal, it is endless, and even the green spirit cannot extinguish it.

Thousands of fires burned the soul, and two lines of blood and tears dripped from the corners of Qing Ling's closed eyes, her ears trembled, and blood flowed out of her five orifices.

It was the heat of the immortal fire, the pain to his soul.

A white light slid down from the sky, scattered with black and red flames, and fell into the traces of the earth.

The traces of the earth are closed, and the bridge of light takes back the soul.

Qingling Yuanshen was severely injured and was about to collapse.

The extremely powerful fire of immortality cannot be easily resisted.

If he uses the power of time to resist, he may be escaped from the Long Bridge of Time by the Black Phoenix Saint King.

Once the other party escapes, he is really helpless!

Qing Ling used great perseverance to withstand the pain of being burned by rain and fire, and pinned the Black Phoenix Saint King under the building wood.

From then on, Holy King Black Phoenix could not leave Jianmu even a step, and Qingling could not leave Jianmu for a day.

Because Jianmu only has seventeen layers, but Black Phoenix Saint King has twenty-one layers.

He suppressed the Black Phoenix Saint King and Qing Ling who was also imprisoned by the Black Phoenix Saint King.

This is repression in both directions.

Unlike the ancestors of the Yangyu tribe and Chiwu who were planted into Luoshenghua, the Black Phoenix Holy King was suppressed without any damage.

It is only a matter of time before the suppression is broken.

But as long as Qing Ling delays it, the longer the better.

Seventeen levels of the weight of heaven were transferred by Qing Ling to the Black Phoenix Saint King.

Therefore, the pressure on the body of Jianmu is greatly reduced. With less pressure, it will naturally grow faster.

Qing Ling closed her eyes for a long time and never opened them.

The soul begins to recover, the mana begins to replenish, and the physical body begins to adjust its breath.

He was seriously injured, and even with the power of the eleventh heaven, he was unable to fight.

But few people can see it.

His inscrutability and endless methods have shocked so many people, and no one dares to take risks without opening their eyes.

The earth shook and dust flew up.

The armies of the four tribes have arrived.

All the three clans came to pay their respects.

The old ape Shan Kun, the old lizard with black stripes, and the old giant black crocodile all looked respectful and did not dare to be disrespectful.

Although Qing Ling closed her eyes tightly, her soul could still see her, and she said calmly: "The three fellow Taoists came just in time."

The three of them were shocked. To them, this distance was just the blink of an eye.

But they didn't come until the war was over. Everyone knows this little trick.

Qing Ling didn't blame them. After all, the difference in strength was too big, and it would be useless whether they came or not.

So he specially asked Granny Hua Geng to come after the war.

"I have something that I need to trouble you with."

Shan Kun, the old ape, hurriedly answered, "Just tell me, Taoist Master."

The giant black old crocodile and the black-striped old lizard also hurriedly echoed.

"We also ask the three tribes to set up a large formation with Du Guang as the core formation to prevent the hostile forces from the south from invading the Eastern Wasteland."

The three of them felt relieved and nodded in agreement.

After the three people left, Granny Hua Geng said, "How are you injured?"

Qing Ling shook his head and said, "It's not heavy, it just needs time to recuperate."

"How long will that take?"

"At least ten thousand years!"
To be continued...