One thousand four hundred and eighty-eight chapters, the remaining will
Lin Xi was saying just a second ago that there must be big news when the Ancient Sage returns.
So don't worry too much.
As a result, the next second, big noise came.
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
This is not good news.
The mortal world has just been stable for a short time, and it cannot withstand the trouble at this time.
Even if Jiang Chen uses heaven-defying methods to help the mortal world recover, the law is still unstable. Once the power of the saint level falls, it is very likely to collapse again.
"Let's go take a look." Lin Xi said immediately.
Everyone hurriedly flew out.
The commotion at this moment was so great that even the semi-saint monks who were recuperating in seclusion were inevitably disturbed and came out to check the situation. There was another commotion throughout Northern Xinjiang.
A big event like the fall of a saint just happened a few months ago, and everyone was already in danger. Now there is another big movement?
At this moment, most of the monks in Northern Xinjiang could almost see black clouds rolling in from the sky, and a low, thick and terrifying roar spread across the sky like thunder, shaking people's hearts.
Countless weird shadows are entangled in the sky, like countless resentful souls, but they don't have the slightest bit of spookiness. Instead, they are upright and dignified.
"What is this?" Everyone looked at the sky in fear.
Never seen anything like this.
Could it be a ghost saint?
But it doesn’t seem like it.
And why are there so many phantoms? Each phantom seems to contain an original power that is different from ordinary people. It is impossible for so many of them to be saints.
Lin Xi looked solemn and turned to look at Yun Zhilan: "Did you think of anything when you saw this scene?"
"Not yet." Yun Zhilan shook his head.
Terrifying sounds echoed from the top of the clouds.
"who!"
"Dig my roots!"
The roaring sound contained boundless anger, as if it was going to burn down all the nine heavens and ten earths.
The northern monk was so shocked that his heart trembled and his mouth felt bitter.
They couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts.
We didn't dig it, so why are you yelling at us?
At this moment, Xiao Bailong's face was pale, his head was shrinking in guilt, his eyes were wandering, and he was complaining in his heart.
I just dug a wooden house.
Not really.
Who knew your foundation was under this broken house?
Since it is your foundation, can't you use more means to protect it?
How could it be dug out so easily.
Lin Xi glanced at Xiao Bailong subconsciously and thought, could it be such a coincidence that Xiao Bailong did it?
Then when I saw Xiao Bailong's expression, I understood immediately.
"You...really did it?" Lin Xi's voice trembled slightly.
Xiao Bailong looked aggrieved, opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment and said bitterly: "I just dug out a small wooden house. Logically speaking, there will be no problems."
“Where is that cabin you dug?”
"In...the Holy Land." Xiao Bailong lowered his head.
"How dare you touch the things in the Holy Land?" Lin Xi glared angrily: "They are all things left by the saints. Who knows what the mystery is."
Xiao Bailong felt extremely guilty and asked cautiously: "Then what should we do now?"
"What else can we do? We can only check the situation first. If this saint really recovers and insists on killing you, no one can protect you."
The little white dragon wanted to cry but had no tears.
Does this provoke a saint?
The spiritual world is too dangerous.
"But judging from the situation, this saint may not be able to recover, and he also said that since you have dug up his foundation, it is estimated that his recovery will also create some resistance." Lin Xi said with a solemn expression.
Xiao Bailong's heart suddenly rose to heaven, and he said with great joy: "Really? If you delay the recovery of this saint, is it considered a meritorious service?"
"Forget it, we may not be enemies in the first place, but if you do this, we will become your mortal enemies." Lin Xi scolded angrily.
"..."
Everyone was frightened.
For fear of another world-ending disaster.
With such a huge movement, no one dared to get close enough to check it out.
Lin Xi was also very worried at this moment.
Because I haven't recovered yet.
The ancient statue will no longer be able to exert its power to shield the world in a short period of time. As a result, it will be impossible to awaken the sect leader. If a saint really revives, it will be really difficult to deal with it.
At this time, the phantoms entangled and trembled crazily.
An illusory figure slowly condensed from the sky.
Like a king who is in charge of the world and is waiting for all the people to kneel down and worship him, he looks down at the earth, indifferent and calm, and looks down upon everything.
"I will return eventually." A cold voice came slowly.
Without any emotion.
It seems that there really is an emperor from ancient times, traveling through endless years, appearing in the present day, intending to once again control the world and everything.
For some reason, Lin Xi thought of Yuanwu Mausoleum.
This feels very similar.
The other party is probably the same guy as Yuan Wuling.
However, he encountered Lin Xi on the way to Yuanwu Mausoleum, and his path back to rebirth was forcibly cut off.
The person in front of him seemed to have completed most of the recovery steps.
Strangely, Yuanwu Ling gradually began to recover after absorbing the power of Shenzhao Di.
What about this person?
Where is his divine place?
Just when Lin Xi was thinking wildly, a violent and terrifying roar of a tiger came, and a huge green tiger from a distance came through the air, its body burning with green fire, shattering the void, leaving behind a terrifying trail of black and green flames.
Venerable Qinghu was sitting leisurely on Qinghu, and a hot red flame behind him also passed through the void, as bright as the morning glow.
It was a nine-headed bird, fluttering its wings, the fire was boiling, very dazzling, and the bird's song was high-pitched, melodious, and extremely bright.
Jiang Xiaoxi was hugging the nine-headed bird's neck, her face full of excitement.
This is naturally the nine-headed bird that Qingzhu gave to Jiang Xiaoxi.
The bloodline is very pure.
He has the appearance of a demon ancestor.
Now it has finally grown up, and with the help of Master Qinghu to train it, it has now reached the state of integration, possessing good speed and terrifying flames.
"If you will return eventually, then you haven't returned yet. If you haven't returned, you still dare to show off your power and show off your power, but you can't win?" Venerable Qinghu sneered.
When he sensed the approaching saint's power, he immediately chose to come.
I originally thought that another Taoist friend who could become a saint had emerged.
Unexpectedly, it was an old guy who wanted to be reborn.
This naturally made him feel very bad.
I heard another roar, and the green tiger standing tall on the sky roared towards me, almost swallowing the illusory shadow in front of me.
The illusory figure stood up slowly, as if facing Qing Hu, but the next moment, Qing Hu shuttled away, without even injuring the figure at all.
Venerable Qinghu frowned slightly: "Huh?"
"The saint who committed suicide." A cold voice came from the illusory figure: "You dare to attack me."
Venerable Qinghu's eyes were uncertain, and then he seemed to have discovered something, and mocked: "It turns out that he has not recovered yet, it is just a little remaining will, without entity."
Without physical things, ordinary attacks will naturally be difficult to work.
"Hmph, when I come back, I can kill you with just a snap of my fingers."
The terrifying and mighty sound continued to spread.
This time he became even colder and emotionless, and he couldn't even tell the difference between men and women.
"Then I will cut off these wills of yours first!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of Venerable Qinghu, which merged with Qinghu and burst out with extremely terrifying power. The surrounding laws and avenues trembled and showed signs of collapse.
The illusory figure actually shattered and turned into countless ghost-like shadows, floating wantonly in the sky, exuding quite strange power.
"Master, come on!" Jiang Xiaoxi shouted excitedly.
Venerable Qinghu casually sent Jiang Xiaoxi to a safe location, and then flew away through the air.
The huge tiger palm was photographed, shattering large swathes of space, as if the entire world had been lifted open, revealing a hollow nothingness.
Illusory figures intertwined, countless completely different forces were resonating and vibrating, and countless special radiances emerged. This radiance filled the world and almost blocked all power.
But Venerable Qinghu still rushed into it without fear, colliding with this special and mysterious power.
Violent fluctuations continued to spread.
No one can "see" the battle scene at all.
All light and shadow were swallowed up.
The monks in the mortal world raised their heads nervously, even if they couldn't see anything at all, they still didn't want to miss any trace.
Xiao Bailong was even more worried.
If Lord Qinghu loses.
Then he is a big sinner.
The tense atmosphere did not last long, only a deafening roar of a tiger was heard, the space shattered inch by inch like a lens, and then everything was revealed in front of everyone.
The countless phantoms were torn apart, leaving only the white powder of an unknown substance floating in the sky, scattered with the breeze, and disappeared without a trace.
The phantom that looked down upon everything, like the common master of the world, has also disappeared.
Venerable Qinghu fell down slowly, seemingly quite relaxed and without any effort.
"Senior Qinghu." Lin Xi immediately went up to him and said with a smile: "Senior is really powerful. Such an old monster can be easily eliminated with ease."
"Stop flattering me. After all, it's just a remnant of my will. If it can't be destroyed, then I have lived for so many years in vain." Venerable Qinghu looked solemn: "This person is completely different from Yun Huanming and his ilk, and his methods are very terrifying.
, I am afraid that in ancient times, they were by no means ordinary people."
How can ordinary people become saints?
Lin Xi cursed, but he knew it very well.
What Venerable Qinghu said is that this person probably belongs to the extremely powerful category among the ancient saints.
"Fortunately, I have been killed by senior." Xiao Bailong said happily.
Venerable Qinghu glanced at him: "Who said that this ancient saint has been killed by me? I didn't even slow down the process of his recovery, I just destroyed some residual power, and it will not have any impact on his true self.
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Xiao Bailong was shocked: "What?"
"The origin of a guy at this level is so powerful that even his deep sleep may not be able to cover up his own strength. How did he survive until now?" Venerable Qinghu said to himself: "It's really strange."
"Senior, I'm hiding in the Holy Land." Lin Xi said.
"Holy place?"
Lin Xi quickly recounted what happened in the Holy Land.
Venerable Qinghu frowned: "Could it be that the power is dispersed in many holy places? That's not right. Then I should be in one place. This is completely meaningless. And it is impossible for holy places to be able to hold it.
This level of power is not a dojo."
After thinking about it, Venerable Qinghu couldn't figure out how that ancient saint survived.
At this time, Lin Xi pushed Xiao Bailong to Master Qing Hu without hesitation: "Senior Qing Hu, Xiao Bai Long knows a lot, you can ask him."
Venerable Qinghu looked at Little White Dragon curiously.
What can a little dragon know?
Xiao Bailong looked embarrassed, and stood up as if he was heroic, but his whole face was twisted into a knot: "Senior, this junior probably knows something inside."