I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 517 Mutation
Seeing this, Xia Daoming naturally would not fall behind. He raised his hand and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner soared into the sky, turning into a rolling black cloud and rushing towards the Red Prison Mountain.

At the same time, my mind moved.

Two blurry tall figures walked out from him.

One of them was wearing black and gold armor, with black hair cascading down over his shoulders.

Holding an extremely long black ice spear.

One is wearing black flame armor and has flaming black hair.

Holding a three-foot fire blade.

As Xuanming Wasi and Netherworld Flame Lord walked out, one water and one fire, one yin and one yang, two completely opposite terrifying auras and powers instantly swept across the heaven and earth.

Xia Daoming drew his sword and pointed it at Chiyu Mountain.

"kill!"

A cold word came out of his mouth.

"Leader!"

Xuanming Wa Si and Youming Yan Jun took the order in a deep voice, and charged towards Chiyu Mountain from the left and right.

One side is as cold as death and the other side is as majestic as prison.

Whenever a disciple of the Red Prison Sect came into contact with Xuanming Wa Si, they would either be frozen instantly or shot dead.

On the other side, a tide of flames swept in all directions, turning an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius into a hell of flames.

When the Red Hell Sect's disciples touched the Netherworld Flame Lord, either their eyes suddenly lost their luster, their bodies lost their vitality, and they fell to the ground with a bang, or they were ruthlessly hacked to death by him.

"Who are they? What kind of magic are they performing?"

When the disciples of the Red Prison Sect saw this strange scene, they were all terrified. In addition, as their ancestor did not show up for a long time, they quickly lost their will to fight and turned around and fled in all directions.

Seeing the disciples of the Red Prison Sect fleeing in all directions, Xia Daoming did not chase them relentlessly. Instead, he and Xiao Lan went straight to the restricted area in the deep valley in the back mountain.

The closer they got to the restricted area of ​​the deep valley, the faster Xiao Lan's heartbeat became, and the feeling that something was calling her became stronger and stronger.

Xia Daoming naturally noticed that Xiao Lan's reaction was abnormal, and his expression was very solemn and alert.

He ran in front of Xiao Lan with the Shura Sword in his hand, while Xuanming Wa Si and Netherworld Flame Lord stood on his left and right, protecting Xiao Lan behind him.

At the same time, he summoned the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, which turned into a dark cloud flying above their heads.

Xiao Lan saw all of this, and although she said nothing, there was clearly a different kind of emotion in her gaze when she looked at Xia Daoming's back.

Soon, the two arrived at the restricted area in the deep valley behind the mountain.

"This……"

As soon as the two stepped into the valley, they saw several late Nascent Soul cultivators lying on the ground.

They seemed to have seen some horrifying scene, their eyes were wide open, there were no injuries on their bodies, but they were already dead.

"Be careful, there's something fishy!" Xia Daoming's eyes flashed with golden light, and his energy, blood, strength, true energy and magic power were running at full power. Even golden dragon scales appeared on his skin, covering him completely.

"This is the Red Prison Sect's Divine Transformation cultivator!" After cautiously walking a short distance inside, Xia Daoming's eyes suddenly narrowed and fell on a corpse on the ground in the distance.

That was the woman who had rolled up the precious light and tried to escape, but was killed by the evil spirit of the white tiger not long ago!
Just as Xia Daoming was shocked, there was a sudden loud tiger roar.

In the deep valley, on the altar, in the mirror, a giant snow-white tiger slowly opened its eyes, and its cold and imposing aura seemed to have appeared from ancient times.

Then the mirror suddenly flew up and shot towards Xia Daoming and Xiao Lan.

The mirror emitted a white light, and the terrifying murderous aura of the white tiger rushed towards the two of them like a flood.

In that aura, there appeared an extremely huge, almost physical snow-white tiger.

As soon as he saw the mirror and the almost materialized white tiger, Xia Daoming suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of crisis in his heart. Even Xuanming Wa Si and Netherworld Flame Lord began to tremble, and sent Xia Daoming waves of fear and retreat.

As for the dark clouds that were originally floating above their heads, they immediately rolled violently, and the evil ghost forces were frightened and retracted into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. In a blink of an eye, only a lonely black banner the size of a palm was left above their heads.

"Go back!"

When Xia Daoming saw this situation, he knew that this mirror and this white tiger were no match for him and Xiao Lan. He shouted loudly, and the Shura Sword flashed with blood, ready to carry him and Xiao Lan away.

But at this moment, Xiao Lan's aura surged like a torrent, and the White Tiger bloodline was completely awakened. The terrifying aura actually broke through the Shura Blood Domain of the Shura Sword in an instant.

"Damn it!" Xia Daoming's face changed drastically.

The blood and energy in his body erupted like a tsunami, and the blood-red light of the Shura Sword shone brightly into the sky, trying to suppress Xiao Lan's terrifying aura.

But Xiao Lan seemed to have a mental disorder, staring straight at the mirror and the giant white tiger.

He swung the White Tiger Knife in his hand casually.

The murderous intent of the sword was unexpectedly stronger than ever before. Even though Xia Daoming burst out with all his strength, the Shura Blood Domain of the Shura Sword seemed as thin as paper under this sword, and was cut through with a hissing sound.

Then a white light lit up, and Xiao Lan flew out of the Shura Blood Domain with the White Tiger Evil Blade, heading towards the mirror and the snow-white giant tiger.

The white tiger and the mirror flew towards her, sank into her body, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Lan came from the sky, her white clothes fluttering in the wind. She still looked the same as before, but her aura had suddenly changed.

Looking down upon everything, with murderous aura rising to the sky.

Xia Daoming raised his head and looked towards Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan looked down at him. Her cold eyes were filled with murderous intent, and her aura was as cold as frost. She looked high and mighty, as if an ancient empress had come to the world. Under her eyes, Xia Daoming was like an ant.

Xia Daoming's heart skipped a beat. Xuanming Wa Si and Youming Yan Jun were guarding him on both sides. He held the Shura Sword in his hand, looked at Xiao Lan vigilantly, and retreated cautiously.

His intuition told him that Xiao Lan at this moment was no longer the Xiao Lan he knew before.

The murderous aura from her made him terrified.

Watching Xia Daoming retreat cautiously, Xiao Lan seemed to remember something, and the look in his eyes that had originally looked down on everything and regarded him as an ant changed slightly.

As this change occurred, the mirror in the body trembled, and the light in the mirror swirled in circles, suddenly transforming into billions of Gengjin divine characters.

Xiao Lan's body shook violently, as if thousands of years of memories were instantly poured into her sea of ​​consciousness!

"boom!"

The white clothes on Xiao Lan suddenly exploded and turned into flying fragments.

Xiao Lan, who was naked, suddenly fell from the air and rolled on the ground, holding his head with a look of extreme pain.

A white tiger shadow rose up from behind her, its tail swaying in the sky, and its eyes opened, revealing a bloody and ferocious look.

Xia Daoming watched this scene with his heart trembling and mixed emotions.

He knew that Xiao Lan might have inherited something that she could not bear.

As a companion, he should step forward to lend a helping hand.

But the change in Xiao Lan's aura when she merged with the mirror just now, and the look in his eyes, made him feel hesitant and reluctant.

He knew very well that Xiao Lan, who had just appeared, was extremely powerful and far beyond his ability to contend with.

Once he lends a helping hand, the one who comes back is not the old Xiao Lan but the strange Xiao Lan who looks down on everything and is full of murderous intent. The result is likely that he will be crushed to death by her like an ant.

When Xia Daoming was hesitating, Xiao Lan suddenly looked up at him, her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, and her fair face distorted, as if she was in great pain.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Xiao Lan roared at him like a madman.

This scene suddenly brought Xia Daoming's thoughts back to the battle at Xuantian Pavilion in the past.

In the past, Xiao Lan acted like a madman in order not to implicate him!

In a blink of an eye.

The retreat and hesitation in my heart disappeared.

Xia Daoming walked towards Xiao Lan step by step.

The Xuanming Wa Si and the Netherworld Flame Lord who were protecting him on his left and right gradually became blurred and merged into his body and became one with him.

"Go! Go!"

Seeing this, Xiao Lan became even crazier. His eyes turned red and the only bit of clarity and rationality he had left seemed to be disappearing.

"Since we are traveling together, we should go together!"

Xia Daoming smiled at Xiao Lan, put his arm around her struggling snow-white body, and pointed a finger at her forehead.

He wanted to use his powerful spiritual consciousness to lend a helping hand to Xiao Lan, to help her keep her true spirit clear and to protect her spirit from collapsing and being destroyed.

But just as Xia Daoming's finger touched Xiao Lan's brow and his powerful spiritual consciousness was activated, his face changed drastically.

A terrifying and extremely powerful majesty descended like the might of heaven. His soul and consciousness were as small as a speck of dust in front of that majesty.

"This……"

Xia Daoming was extremely shocked.

He couldn't imagine how Xiao Lan, with his level of cultivation, could withstand such terrifying divine might and still stay awake enough to scream at him and ask him to leave!

Is this really inheritance?
In horror, Xia Daoming lost consciousness.

In a restricted area deep in the valley, a man and a woman lay in each other's arms.

The woman had a plump and fair figure, and was naked.

The man was neatly dressed.

The shadow of a white tiger slowly rose from behind the beautiful woman, its eyes opened, and divine light shot straight into the sky.

Space distortion ripples.

The white tiger shadow rolled up the woman, stepped into the ripple space, and disappeared.

The distant earthly fairyland.

West Jinshan.

Xiao Lan was wearing a white robe with a silver mirror hanging behind his head. He stood on the Jiuxiao Terrace. All the monsters knelt down and thousands of white tigers surrendered.

"I... am finally back..."

She spoke in a low voice, but her voice was like an ancient soul awakening, cold and distant, carrying the unquestionable power of an emperor.

(End of this chapter)