The three golden immortals felt a chill in their hearts. How powerful is the ultimate middle-grade innate spiritual treasure?

They all retreated without thinking, no longer caring about Interception Qi's overwhelming sword energy.

Qi had doubts in his eyes. He turned around and saw the purple-red sunset rays passing by him, shining on a man in green in the east. He had a face like a jade, a rich and handsome face, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and gentle two-color pupils looking through him.

Wan Zhang looked at him intently.

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

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

After the words fell, he stretched out his hand again and used the sky-throwing rope. The green silk spiritual net resounded with the sound of bells all over the sky. The wind chimes moved. Spring has arrived. The illusory sound of Taixu penetrated everywhere and resounded in the souls of the three golden immortals. The illusions and disillusions could not be eliminated.

One thousand bells and one tone.

Back then, he could defeat the super-powerful Holy Son of the Baohan tribe without even reaching the Heaven level. Now, even though he is a new Golden Immortal, his combat prowess is not far behind even if it is not as high as Taiyi. Not to mention the wonders of the middle-grade innate spiritual treasures.

Even Taiyi Overhaul has to treat it with caution.

Therefore, these three golden immortal sages with average strength were actually trapped by Qingling for a while and could not escape.

Qi's big and stupid head shook, a long-lost smile appeared on his face, and he kept looking at Qing Ling with a silly smile.

Qing Ling walked over, rubbed his big head, and said with a smile: "Why do you get more and more dull as you grow older? You always look like you are not growing up."

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

Qing Ling smiled and said: "What is there to be sad about? I know the saying of the foreigners, 'A man, a real man, what should you be afraid of and what should you be humble about?'

Qi, you’ve stayed here for too long, it’s time to go back.”

After the words fell, the Qingling man disappeared and appeared on the sky.

The Dharma Appearance of the Spring God with a human body and a snake tail appears. The hands of the majestic Dharma Appearance are spread out. The huge phantom seems to be holding the common people in one hand, and the erect pupils pity all the beasts.

"I am the Holy Son of Xishan, and the eight tribes like you are blocking my army. If you don't retreat, you will perish!"

As the words fell, Qing Ling's brows sparkled, and the battlefield of blood and fire beneath her body turned into green mountains and green fields, with spring water flowing in them, mountain flowers blooming, and thousands of trees competing for spring.

The majestic gods standing in the sky, blowing their sleeves across the mountains and rivers, the spring breeze is endless, the spring is infinite, the sixteen golden immortals all feel that their souls are so comfortable, like the spring breeze, every pore in their bodies is breathing in the breath of spring, and they are free.

whole body.

However, when their spirits are at ease, their perception of the physical body is obscured by the infinite beauty of spring, making it difficult to notice that the precious vitality is already passing away from the physical body.

How huge is the vitality of the sixteen Golden Immortal Lords? However, all the vitality extracted went into the body of Qingling's Taoist Symbol Xuantian Vine.

The Xuantian Vine at this time was too far from the sky-reaching tree he envisioned, and it was difficult to bear the name, so it was only called Xuantian.

But the sixteen Golden Immortals were extraordinary after all. However, a few dozen breaths later, several Golden Immortals revealed their murderous intention to discover the Divine Chart of Spring Preface, and the Yuan Shen was furious.

But Qing Ling stretched out her hand again, and the breeze swayed the golden bell, and the illusory sound was interspersed in the spring sequence divine picture, drawing the souls of the golden immortals into the illusion again.

All the Xishan Golden Immortals below were stunned. This was their Holy Son of Xishan! He could defeat 16 Golden Immortal Lords with just his hands and feet. It was really terrifying.

But Qing Ling's soul was extremely exhausted. Even though he was very powerful and could attract the blessings of a whole world, he still had to suppress the souls of sixteen golden immortals with phantom sounds. He had reached his limit.

In the field, in addition to the unstoppable fighting of the army below, all the Golden Immortal Lords surrounded Qing Ling to protect her. No one dared to take action rashly, because they were in the Spring Sequence Divine Map, even if they were not targeted, Xishan

The golden immortals still feel as if they are really in a beautiful scenery of green mountains and rivers.

Venerable Ya's eyes flashed and his soul trembled. He actually dared to use his soul to understand the illusory way on this unsafe battlefield. This is the illusory way of heaven created by the power of the gods and the power of heaven and earth. She realized it alone.

The way of human illusion must be three points higher.

Qingling Yuanshen's deduction was deadlocked for another quarter of an hour, and finally there was no longer any delay. As soon as the divine pictures were closed, thousands of bells stopped, and all the sound and picture illusions disappeared.

The sixteen Golden Immortal Venerables broke through the confusion one after another. They were shocked and angry, just because they had lost all the vitality mana of the Yiyuanhui. It was really terrifying and angry.

The golden-haired middle-stage old man who fought against Venerable Ya shouted: "You evil beast, how dare you steal our true energy and vitality with evil methods. I will definitely sue the Dragon Clan to show the dragon's order."

Qing Ling withdrew the divine form in an instant. It would be too exhausting to maintain this state of being in one place for too long.

The man in red clothes was standing in the air, looking down at the sixteen venerables with his heterochromatic eyes, and more than ten venerable Xishan sages behind him to protect him. He was very confident, so his heart swelled.

"Old beast, are you out of your mind? This Holy Son is using the authority of gods. When did it become a sorcery?

Besides, even if I use evil magic, it’s still unclear whether you can go back alive today. The vitality of the One Yuan Society is not easy to replenish." Qing Ling always had a faint smile on his face, with a handsome face.

It's really pleasing to the eye.

But in the eyes of the sixteen Golden Immortal Lords opposite, they were nothing short of terrifying. The yellow-haired old man couldn't help but tremble in his heart. This Holy Son of Xishan was so weird that he had just suppressed the sixteen of them with his own strength.

He is a golden immortal, and it doesn't look like his vitality was seriously injured by using forbidden magic.

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

None of the sixteen Golden Immortal Venerables on the other side dared to respond aloud, and the smile on Qing Ling's face became even brighter, saying, "Since you don't answer, let's end the battle today!"

Qing Ling reached out and pointed, and the Mitian Suo was instantly covered. It was like a long jade dragon that penetrated the center of the chaotic battlefield with thousands of troops and beasts, cutting the heaven and earth battlefield and separating the snake army and the beast army.

The sixteen Golden Immortal Venerables on the other side were all surprised. The Golden Immortal Venerable holding the mirror couldn't help but ask: "Is this true?"

"Of course I take it seriously!" Qing Ling's smile faded and she said in a solemn tone: "However, I have been fighting with your eight tribes for a long time, and many of my tribe have died in the battle. If you want to cease the war, I, Xishan, also want to cease the war.

Both parties are sincere, and I, Xishan, will not force you to cede territory or give in, nor will I impose any pressure on you. However, if each tribe has any evil intentions again, then I, Xishan, will definitely insert the five-peak blood flag into that tribe.

On the ancestral land!”

When he said the last words, Qing Ling's voice had dropped to ice cold, and it was clearly transmitted into the ears of every Golden Immortal Venerable.

As soon as these words came out, the golden immortals of all races had strange expressions and retreated one after another.

The two sages of the Dunlingmi Badger Clan shouted: "Everyone, don't listen to the confusing words of the Xishan Snake Clan. If we don't work together, how can we resist their clan's snake soldiers' conquest?"

As soon as these words came out, the other Golden Immortal Venerables hesitated again.

Qing Ling sneered, looked at the two middle-aged venerable men and women who made the noise, and said: "Your clan is really full of lies. If our clan really has no intention of truce, then what will happen to you sixteen venerables today?"

Can you live?"

After Qing Ling finished speaking, Xuantian's Vine Dao Symbol appeared instantly behind Qing Ling. The phantom of the giant tree that reached the sky brought extremely powerful oppression, approaching the souls of all the Golden Immortal Venerables.

At the same time, the thirteen Golden Immortal Venerables of Xishan stepped forward one after another with discernment, and the thirteen Golden Immortal Dao elephants appeared one after another. The powerful Golden Immortal Dao was connected horizontally.

This person is not comparable to the venerables of the eight races with different thoughts.

At this moment, the sixteen Golden Immortal Lords were extremely frightened, especially the phantom of the tall blue tree in the middle. The powerful barbaric pressure really made them feel a sense of powerlessness.

"Thank you, Holy Son of Xishan, for we, the Nine Ridges Rat Clan, voluntarily retreated!" A yellow-robed Taoist flew away without looking back, and all the beasts of the Nine Ridges Rat Clan below retreated one after another.

Once there was a beginning, the psychology of the remaining people immediately changed. Everyone left, why should I stay in this place with the power of life without leaving? As for the covenant with the Escaping Spirit Honey Badger Clan, it is still with myself.

What does the safety of the ethnic group mean compared to it?

Immediately, one by one the Golden Immortal Lords flew away one after another, and the coalition of eight races collapsed!
Chapter completed!