That small world is extremely strange. Half of it is day and half is night. On the edge of day and night is a huge gray-white cocoon, which is like the core of this small world.

Below them are two separate waves of people who are fighting fiercely. On one side are the purple-striped leopard clan, mountain wolf clan and sika deer clan, a total of five golden immortals among the eighteen clans in Chongshan. Their opponents only have three people, one

Her name is an old woman in Tsing Yi who is in the late Golden Immortal stage. Her realm in the late Golden Immortal stage directly surpasses that of the three Golden Immortals.

There is another girl who is also a Venerable Toad Clan, and the last one is Qing Ling’s old enemy, Venerable Mo Chan!

Back then, when the Red Fire Toad clan was destroyed, this old guy blew himself up and escaped. Now, after all this time, he has only reshaped his body, and his cultivation level is still at the early stage of the Golden Immortal.

And his opponent happened to be a shirtless man from the Golden Immortal Venerable of the Purple Striped Leopard Tribe, the most powerful among the Chongshan Tribes. He waved the purple thunder hammer in his hand and summoned thunder and lightning from all directions to spread all over Venerable Mochan.

Zidian Zhiyang is supposed to drive away evil spirits and eliminate filth, not to mention that the opponent's realm is one level higher than this old toad.

Venerable Mo Chan was in a very embarrassed state at the moment. Most of the demonic black mist surrounding him was wiped away by the purple thunder. His black robe was shattered and his face was extremely ugly. If it weren't for the girl in white next to him who released spiritual toad puppets and mysterious pure white demons from time to time.

The aura suppressed the shirtless man, and Venerable Mo Chan was probably defeated at this moment.

The little puppet turned its head stiffly, observing the entire battlefield meticulously, and finally fixed it at that moment in a huge white cocoon. There was a life in it, which was also the breath of the innate god. Even if Qing Ling did not come there in person

It can also be felt.

I never thought that there would be a place where gods were conceived and born here.

Qing Ling was moved, not by the innate gods or spiritual treasures in the white cocoon, but by the idea of ​​killing Lord Mo Chan.

The two of them have concluded their cause and effect, and they will fight to the death without any way out. Even though Venerable Mo Chan is far inferior to him in strength now, he is still so great in prehistoric times. If this old toad gets a chance and surpasses him, then this

Cause and effect is probably Qing Ling’s life-threatening talisman.

There is only one late-stage venerable in the field. The shirtless man and the girl in white are the mid-stage venerables. The others are all early-stage venerables. Qing Ling estimates that his pure combat power may be stronger than the ordinary late-stage venerables, but there is absolutely no

A powerful crushing force like Taiyi Overhaul.

The risk of entering the market now was still too high, so Qing Ling thought it would be better to just stay aside and watch. If Venerable Mo Chan was killed by the shirtless man, it would be best for him to turn around and leave.

Even if he is not killed, the old toad is probably very weak after a hard battle, so he will be a toad-slayer!

The eight Golden Immortal Venerables present fought more and more fiercely, and this small world could not bear the strength and almost collapsed. This also shows that the innate spiritual objects bred in it are not too powerful to cherish. Of course, this is for Qing Ling.

Word.

Qing Ling was hundreds of thousands of miles away, controlling a puppet to peek at the side. This puppet was already trembling with fear due to the pressure and power of the Golden Immortal. Out of instinctive fear, it was frightened.

I had a glimmer of wisdom and wanted to leave.

But Qing Ling still let the little puppet stay there for investigation, even though its body was half limp.

Qing Ling was extremely interested after discovering this sign. Although the puppet he refined had a trace of spiritual thoughts, it was determined not to give birth to a spiritual clone. This refined puppet actually had a trace of profit.

The instinct to avoid harm is unexpected.

High-level puppets such as psychic puppets that generate their own spiritual wisdom are related to the avenue of creation, and they are not something he can just refine.

If it weren't for the Golden Immortal Venerables involved at this moment, Qing Ling would have wanted to let a few more puppets experience the influence of the Golden Immortal Venerables to see if there would be no more surprises.

The eight venerables took action, and the power of different avenues collided here. The mountains burst apart, the void trembled, all the insects and beasts within a million miles around fled, and the earth even trembled as if there was an earthquake.

Qing Ling, on the other hand, took note of the methods of several Golden Immortal Venerables, and speculated on the possible methods based on the known methods and the power of the avenue, and planned for the next action.

The old woman in green clothes is really powerful. A shadow of a treasure tree appears behind her. Thousands of leaves fall into pieces. Thousands of leaves gather into a river. Millions of leaves fall into a lake. Millions of leaves fall into a sea. The sea of ​​leaves rises and falls without changing. Three golden immortals.

One of the sages is a beautiful young woman, surrounded by three colors of red, green and blue light. The three lights come and go and brush into countless spiritual leaves, forming a vacuum around her body.

This woman's magical power is very similar to that of Taiyi Daxiu, a member of the Jiuselu tribe who was once a vassal of the Qilin tribe on the Mizhu Road. And this woman also happens to belong to the Linglu tribe, and is only separated from the Jiuselu tribe by a chaotic zone. Qing Ling stopped thinking about it. The water in the ancient world was very deep. He had never underestimated it, so he could only live longer by pretending not to know anything.

The young man in white also had magical powers, but Venerable Mo Chan became even more incompetent. The girl could only fight one against two, but she was not at a disadvantage.

Even though the five sages from the Chongshan Clan faced off against three sages from the Toad Clan and one nearly useless sage, they still gradually gained the upper hand.

Qing Ling has been peeping on the side for several months. This small world has been beaten to pieces. The life breath of the white giant cocoon above the sky is getting stronger and stronger, but the momentum is a bit messy, because relying on this small world to nurture, At this moment, the small world is almost destroyed and naturally has no power to supply it. This innate god is quite unlucky enough to compete with Qing Ling.

Qing Ling waited patiently. He could even control himself from looking at Venerable Mochan with murderous intent, because Venerable Jinxian was extremely sensitive. If his murderous intent was too strong, he might be killed by him even though he was hundreds of thousands of miles away. Sensed on a whim.

At this moment, he was like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to bite someone, quietly lurking.

Qing Ling has begun to slowly move towards that small world, walking very slowly and green, turning into a three-foot snake walking through the soil, swimming its body and spitting out snake messages from time to time, its cold and ruthless pupils are chilling.

Two hundred thousand miles, one hundred thousand miles, ten thousand miles, a thousand miles, a hundred miles, ten miles, Qing Ling walked slower and slower, and finally approached the small world. His muscles tightened and blended into the soil, and he was still fighting. How could they carefully explore the surrounding situation? Their thoughts were all on the spiritual treasure on the sky. How could they notice that there was a "ferocious python" disguised as a small snake lurking under them?

Even though several months had passed, the scene that Qing Ling wanted to see still did not appear. Instead, the Toad clan had the upper hand. Only the shirtless man was not injured, while the others were more or less weak and suffered physical injuries.

If Qing Ling doesn't take action, these venerables will probably run away after another fight. Then where can he get a group of helpers?

Qing Ling came under the bodies of several Golden Immortal Venerables and hid in the depths of the earth. Snake Letter spit out from time to time to sense the status of the eight Venerables in the sky, and began to concentrate all his strength on a killing blow. He would try his best to

One hit will kill you, and then leave to avoid getting entangled.

Mo Chan, it’s time for me to pay with my life for the humiliation I suffered back then!
Chapter completed!