At this time, Nuo Luolu had just completed his tribulation and was still feeling happy. Unexpectedly, he was suddenly attacked like a provocation.
He couldn't help but feel furious, and with a move of his hand, a wizard's halberd that exuded a powerful aura appeared in his hand.
"I didn't expect it to be a halberd made from the spine of the ancestral witch Gonggong. No wonder it was inherited by the ancestral witch!" When the white-haired old woman saw the shaman's halberd in Nuopo's hand, a burst of light radiated from her eyes.
This object is a treasure that He Dong took out from the inheritance place of the three religions in Kunlun Mountain. At first, he thought it was just a relic of the ordinary witch clan, but he did not know that this object was actually related to the ancestral witches. It seems that this object has a divine nature.
Due to its obscure ability, even the builders of the Kunlun Mountain Three Religions lineage may not have seen the origin of this object.
"It's actually the backbone of an ancestral witch?" Mu Ling'er couldn't help but feel her heart pounding, "No wonder Brother Nuopo is so powerful!"
Just in the blink of an eye, Nuopo was already fighting with the young man in brocade robes.
Both of them seemed to be extremely powerful, each blow would create a space, and the shock would make those wronged souls and ghosts wail continuously.
As soon as the shining golden iron rod came into contact with the sorcerer's halberd, sand and rocks flew instantly, and even the space began to tremble continuously.
It seems that the power of the two has touched the power of a wonderful law.
"It's amazing!" At this time, Nuopo couldn't help but be very shocked. He had always practiced with his physical body, and he had always been proud of close attacks. However, this time when he encountered this young man whose spiritual power fluctuated slightly, he suddenly burst out with powerful power.
This gave Nuopo a feeling of meeting his opponent.
Nuopo quickly danced his halberd into a black whirlwind, and even stirred up the power of space to fight with the young man.
The young man seemed to be faster. As the iron rod was swung, golden light covered his body.
In an instant, the two of them made dozens of moves, and the contact of their weapons gradually formed a black wind and golden light that intertwined with each other, forming a splendid fireworks in this gray space.
As the fight between the two became more intense, the shock caused caused the nearby ghosts to scream in agony. If the old woman on Naihe Bridge hadn't taken action, the shock wave from the fight between the two would have turned many ghosts into ashes.
The young man also knew that this was not possible and would hurt innocent people, so he immediately led Nuo Luoluo to fly to a wilderness.
Although Luo Po didn't know why he was fighting, but faced with the young man's crazy provocation, he couldn't help but became furious and chased after him.
"Where to run!" Because of Nuopo's anger, his spiritual power and aura began to rise rapidly.
You must know that Nuopo not only inherited the secret cultivation techniques of the ancient witch clan, but also received more ancient inheritance in the hidden places of the ancient barbarians.
It was precisely because of these things that he was rejected by the law of heaven. Now in this wonderful environment, he has completed the tribulation. Naturally, he has more complete control over these powers, and his charge is completely beyond his own realm.
Although Nuopo had just advanced to the Immortal Realm at this time, because of his anger, his fighting power had reached the peak of Immortal Realm, even close to that of a True Immortal Realm monk.
Seeing that Nuo Po was so strong, Mu Ling'er was both happy and a little worried.
She even wanted to step forward to dissuade her, but the white-haired old woman next to her immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, let them have fun." The white-haired old woman was very kind, which made Mu Ling'er feel more relaxed.
"That boy in Samsara is just helping him increase his strength, not hurting him!" the old woman said with a smile.
"Old lady, where is this place?"
"This is the Immortal Realm of Reincarnation." The old woman smiled and said, "Is this also the land of reincarnation?"
"Ah, this is really the underworld, are you really Po Meng?" Mu Ling'er said, becoming nervous again.
"Haha, I am Po Meng, but I am not Po Meng!" the white-haired old woman said with a smile.
Mu Ling'er was a little puzzled: "Why is it Po Meng, but not Po Meng?"
The white-haired old woman smiled and said: "A drop of water cannot represent the ocean, but it is still the ocean." The white-haired old woman was very gentle, which made Mu Ling'er think deeply for a while.
The old woman smiled and continued: "After the ancient world was broken, there were three realms. The three realms have been broken again due to internal fighting! The underworld is naturally broken, but the way of heaven cannot be without reincarnation. Therefore, we are in the broken land of the fairy world.
Build the Immortal Realm of Reincarnation again to compensate for the responsibilities of Netherworld."
"That's it!" Mu Ling'er suddenly realized.
Mu Ling'er has been in contact with Fang Yang and the others for a long time, and has acquired a lot of modern thinking. She feels that the Netherworld is like a sewage treatment plant or recycling equipment in the Three Realms. It is indispensable in order to maintain the stability of the Three Realms.
Even if the Three Realms are broken, the necessary hardware must be available, otherwise the remaining world of heaven will be filled with ghosts and the order will be completely destroyed.
"I understand. Old lady, you are the ones who are protecting this world and even the way of heaven. Although the way of heaven in this world has been shattered, there are always people who are working silently to maintain the remaining power of the way of heaven!"
"A person who takes the truth for heaven?" Hearing this, the white-haired old woman showed a look of surprise.
"You are so smart, little girl!" The white-haired old woman said with a smile, "I'm afraid you can call me Mrs. Meng from now on." The old woman always had a kind smile.
"What's your name, girl?" Poudi Meng asked with a slight smile.
"My name is Mu Ling'er."
"How did you get here?"
"That's a long story."
"It doesn't matter, tell me slowly." Po Meng said with a slight smile. Mu Ling'er lost her nervousness and slowly talked about her experience.
"I am a race in the spirit world, a saint of the Wood tribe. We have a long heritage and are close to vegetation. Then one day..." Mu Ling'er slowly told his story.
At the same time, the fight between Nuobo and the young man in brocade robes became more and more fierce.
At this time, he was down and out and a little depressed. He turned his anger into strength by using secret techniques, so his cultivation level continued to improve.
When he was in the Immortal Realm, the young man in brocade robes across from him was also in the Immortal Realm.
And when he activated his secret technique and forced a breakthrough to bring his strength close to the True Immortal Stage, the young man in brocade robes across from him just smiled slightly, and his strength suddenly increased sharply, and he became a monk close to the True Immortal Stage just like him.
As a result, the two sides never widened the gap and could only fight with each other's moves.
However, the secret technique of Luo Luo's inheritance is stronger when it encounters strength. He and this brocade-robed monk fought with each other, which greatly improved him.
Although every time he fought, he would be repelled by the opponent's terrifying power, but every time he was repelled, his strength increased a little, and along with the secret method of the witch clan, his physical strength continued to increase.