Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 61 Blue Silk
Qing Ling smiled and nodded, "Got it."

The opponent is only in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal, and on the surface it seems that the strength of the top ten holy sons is three points weaker, but no one knows how it is.

The reason why Qingling challenged the Ninth Son was definitely not for the so-called false fame, but just thinking about the fruit of the best innate spiritual root, Huang Zhongli.

How miraculous is the innate spiritual fruit?
And he has a feeling in his heart that Huang Zhongli is the key to him reaching the consummation of the heavenly rank.

At that time, with his Golden Immortal Primordial Spirit, whose mana is comparable to that of a Golden Immortal, he can break through the shackles of his innate body in one fell swoop and step into the Golden Immortal!
As his thoughts turned, Da Luo, a dragon from the sky, flew straight down, looked at Qing Ling with interest, and said, "Boy, I hope you can see something."

Then, with a wave of one hand, Budun Void teleported to the edge of the ring, and said: "No.80 Eighth Saint Qingling, challenge the Ninth Saint Hanxue, fight to defend the ring, start!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them moved at the same time.Hanxue and Qingling flashed to the middle of the distance between them at the same time, stretched out their right palms at the same time, and patted each other straight.

Huxue has to defeat this ignorant kid in the most direct and crushing way in order to maintain his status, otherwise, even if he wins by chance, he will become weak in the eyes of other ambitious saints.

"Boom~"

The ice and snow come straight, like the palm of an extremely cold god, the supernatural power and the law of ice and snow are consistent, the force can push the mountain, and the snow can freeze thousands of miles.

After the loud noise, Qing Ling flew upside down in an instant, and his entire right arm went limp, as if his muscles and bones were shattered by the blow.

Qing Ling was thrown thousands of feet straight upside down, lying motionless with his head on the ground, as if he had been crippled by a single blow.

Huxue sneered, and said, "With this little skill, it's still a shame!" Although he said lightly, but he was still vigilant in his heart, he didn't go forward, but stretched out his hand towards a spear, and the silver-white ice and thunder flashed. Zhun Qingling wanted to throw him away.

Seeing this scene, Qing Ling, who was crawling on the ground, felt helpless. He thought that the Ninth Holy Son should be arrogant, and he would feel at ease after the attack of smashing the sky with that palm.

It seems that the top ten holy sons are all peerless golden immortals!
He is going to do his best!

Qingling raised his head suddenly, his pupils flickered in different colors, and the black poisonous pupil of his right eye cast poison across the air, facing Hanxue's white pupil.

But the spear that the opponent was aiming at suddenly flashed, and the white thunder was dazzling, but Qing Ling couldn't open his eyes for a moment.

Huxue took advantage of this opportunity and shot the thunder shot in his hand without any mistake.

A little bit of cold light came first, followed by thousands of thunderbolts, and the icy thunderbolts made Qing Ling feel icy cold even if they were separated by thousands of feet.

He immediately turned over and jumped, standing in the void, the trick he had already used, the Xuantian Vine, reappeared, and the rich power of wood spread all over the vines, wrapping around the spear.

One green and one white, like a pair of blue and white snakes colliding against each other, the ice-cold thunder is shining, and the blue vines are full of vitality. The moment the two meet, the Wanli Arena is divided into green and white, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Everyone present couldn't help being astonished. They didn't expect that this heavenly rank was really extraordinary, and they were really powerless to fight back.

Sitting at the forefront, the ancestor of the black dragon squinted his eyes slightly, and said to the veteran of the Jinlong clan: "Which clan is this holy son?"

The elder of the Jinlong clan replied respectfully: "Uncle clan, this is the holy son of the snake clan in Donghuang Xishan, once the supreme clan of Tai Geng."

"Oh, it's this family, it makes sense." The ancestor of the black dragon was indifferent at first, but only after hearing about it did he get an impression. "When the holy sacrifice is held, there is no need to let him participate. Back then, I owed fellow Daoist Tai Geng a kindness. I happened to pass it on to that fellow Qinglong. Send him directly to Qinglong Mountain.

Qinglong is closed, but his distraction is still there."

When the elders of the Jinlong clan heard this, they naturally nodded in agreement, thinking of the Xishan Snake Clan in their hearts, what a great fortune, it's time to turn around!
On the ring, Qingling naturally didn't know this, he only felt that the opponent was the ninth holy son, and his powerful mana dantian was at least tens of millions of miles wide, he didn't have the advantage at all!

On the arena, the two colors of green and white clashed fiercely. Although the thunder was fierce, it was only surrounded by spears, and the green light was soft but continuous.Gradually cyan overwhelms white.

Huanxue got angry, she dodged her body straight up, turned her palms, the sky thundered, the north wind passed through, and the frost was thousands of miles away. A piece of pure white cloud floated in the air. When it was triggered by it, thousands of white thunders were emitted, hitting Qingling .

The earth-shattering thunder actually caused the heavens in all directions to tremble and roar, and the ten-thousand-mile arena turned into frost.

Seeing this scene, Qing Ling no longer kept the divine pattern between her brows, Fu Chun's divine personality was revealed, transformed into a finger, a tree grew for thousands of years, and turned into a giant tree with a crown of thousands of miles, and its luxuriant branches and leaves were like a canopy covering thousands of miles to protect its top.

Once the godhead is revealed, the innate divine aura naturally cannot be concealed.The holy son of the thousand-legged spirit clan ranked fourth, and the god of tides of the West Sea, who is also an innate god, had a flash of surprise in his eyes. He never thought that there would be an innate god whose realm was lower than him!
It's no wonder that the opponent dared to challenge the Ninth Son, so he relied on this.

The "sheng" character pattern is fused into the green giant tree, covered with endless greenery, giving birth to thousands of layers to resist thousands of thunders.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"crack~crack"

The giant tree was hit thousands of times by the thunder, and countless ice and snow piled up on it. Destruction and extreme cold were intertwined.

Huxue raised his sleeves and set off a gust of wind, blowing away the dust all over the sky and scattered thousands of miles away. On the arena, there was only a charred and dead tree trunk hit by the thunder, some broken clothes, boots, and a ribbon that were blown away by the gust of wind. There was no one in the sky.

Hanxue frowned, recalled the Ice Soul Gun, scanned the ring back and forth with his divine sense, and shouted loudly: "Since you don't have this strength, don't come to fight!"

As he said that, he flicked the long spear suddenly, turning into a ray of cold light and piercing towards the dead tree trunk that was faintly breathing.

And at this moment, the dead wood sprouted new sprouts, and the thunder wood gave birth to a new life.In his previous life, he knew that when lightning strikes peach trees during the Awakening of Insects season, it will breed vitality and righteousness, which can drive away evil spirits.

Sure enough, after the spring biochemical wood survived the lightning strike, it was infused with vitality, which became something extraordinary.

New shoots sprouted from the dead branches, the dead skin on the branches faded, and a huge verdant tree reappeared, and the green brilliance blocked the ice soul gun.

At the same time, among the fragments of clothes flying in the sky, a blue ribbon instantly split into nine parts, ninety-nine parts, and 81 blue silks were woven and interspersed, turning into tens of thousands of blue silks and encircling the entire Longxu Arena.

"Ding~clang~"

"Ding ~ Zero ~ Ding ~ Dang ~"

There was a wonderful sound of tiny bells on the Longxu arena.

At the same time, on the canopy of the giant green tree, Qing Ling was dressed barefoot in red, wearing green silk, and tied a golden bell on each ankle of her feet.

Qingling took one step at a time, stepping on the blue silk with every step, one hundred and six golden divine bells appeared on the ninety-nine eighty-one blue silk amidst the tinkling sound, and they rang with every step he took.

When the sound of the bell is rippling, with the green tree as the center, green fluctuations spread from the roots of the tree and sweep the earth, countless green buds and tender grass grow, and green leaves cover thousands of miles.

Among the thousands of blue silks, Qingling walked barefoot with a bell tied to the silk. Thousands of bells vibrated and resounded through the void in all directions. Endless bells vibrated, bounced, transmitted, and superimposed in the space surrounded by the blue silks. Standing in the ears of Han Xue whose whole body has become a field of ice.

Huxue only felt that there were countless bells vibrating in his ears, shaking in his ears, the extremely noisy sound of jingle bells, jingle bells, could still be transmitted to the primordial spirit even if his hearing was blocked, which made him extremely irritable, and all kinds of things in his mind A kind of chaotic thoughts flashed everywhere, lingering.

Qingling walks in the blue silk without rushing, and the bell sounds linger and vibrate. The sound of the Taixu bell moves the spring breeze thousands of miles away. The heart sounds are shaking, the seven emotions are hard to stop, and the six desires are hard to stop!
This is what he has done for thousands of years, the Taixu Shenling combined with Mitiansuo, the power of the superposition of the two treasures, the sound of the heart is hard to guard, and the Taixu attracts love!

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