The clash of swords shook the earth.

As usual, the next wave should switch to a different attack method. After all, unleashing a powerful move consumes too much spiritual energy. Unexpectedly, a drop of water pierced through the smoke and slammed heavily onto the ground formation, sending ripples through the air. Before He Lingtian could see the smoke clear, he realized Lin Wanwan had disappeared.

Ripples within the formation suddenly rose from the ground, transforming into countless water swords that quickly entangled into a giant dragon. It snaked upwards, attacking He Lingtian with great momentum.

He Lingtian drew a prison on the ground and used the magic sword in his hand to create a wind wall that reached the sky.

Layer upon layer of wind walls retreated and emerged, continuously blocking the broken defenses and shattering the water swords that attacked them, until the water sword formation in the formation disappeared.

"Whoosh!" A green leaf fluttered into view, suddenly slicing across He Lingtian's face before landing in the center of the formation. Instantly, a towering tree rapidly grew in the center.

This is a thousand-year-old tree with lush branches and leaves. It is full of spiritual light, like some ancient spiritual root.

When He Lingtian discovered it and tried to destroy it, its leaves transformed into countless small swords, which then combined to form a giant dragon.

He Lingtian's eyes flashed. He clearly sensed that the momentum and spiritual power contained in this ultimate move was at least three times more than before.

What kind of formation is this? Why does it get stronger the more you fight?

He Lingtian didn't dare to take it lightly, and immediately summoned his Lihuo. The Lihuo instantly transformed into a white Vermillion Bird, covering the entire sky. With a long cry, the Vermillion Bird soared into the sky. The turquoise leaves of the small sword dragon quickly turned red under the Lihuo's illumination. Even the leaves of the small sword transformed into the shape of lotus petals, like pieces of flaming dragon scales.

As Lihuo flew towards the sword formation, the stegosaurus opened its mouth and spit out a long-lasting flame.

Compared to He Lingtian's Lihuo, although it had been nurtured for a century and its flame was incomparably powerful, Little Red Lotus had experienced the nourishment of space and the Chaos Blue Lotus, and its divinity was no longer comparable to that of the "ownerless" Lihuo. Even though it ranked high on the Flame Ranking, it quickly fell behind.

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Hunyuan Continent.

Countless cultivators looked up at the sky, and the huge canopy in the sky showed them the skills of hundreds of cultivators on this continent that were rarely seen in normal times.

After years of observation, the cultivators of Hunyuan Continent have long discovered that those who can occupy a place in the sky are definitely the best in each continent.

And the more outstanding their cultivation and methods are, the larger the area of ​​the sky screen they occupy.

For example, now, although the actions of hundreds of cultivators can be seen on the sky curtain at the same time, the scene occupying the center of the sky curtain and the largest area is the battle scene between He Lingtian and Xiao Yu.

"Which family does this He Lingtian belong to?"

"I'm afraid he's not some junior, but he reached the Great Perfection of the Reincarnation Cycle at the age of three or four hundred. I think he must have been a brilliant man in the past."

"This kid surnamed Xiao doesn't have a bloodline stone in his body. Judging from his previous conflicts with those Xiao family members, I'm afraid there might be some reason behind this."

"Over the years, there have been few cultivators from the lower realm who have come to the upper realm to replace me. I just don't know which of these cultivators is the real one from the upper realm."

"I saw a picture before, and someone said that this guy was said to be the Taoist partner of a young master of Wanxiang Pavilion."

"Young Master of Wanxiang Pavilion? Then the possibility of this kid being from the upper realm is high. However, bad company breeds badness. It's obvious he's been led astray. He reeks of money. This is a good trial to see what this kid is up to. Not only does he find a group of barbaric cultivators to serve him, he's even teaching them the techniques."

"Haha, Elder Xu, is it possible that in this person's eyes, these things are not important to him at all? After all, you saw it too. The talismans in this person's hand are either fourth-level or fifth-level. If someone else had them, they would lose everything."

"What's the big deal about a fifth-level formation? Look at how easily this kid controls a fifth-level formation. His soul power must be incredibly strong. He might even be able to draw a sixth-level talisman."

"A sixth-level talisman, that's a spiritual talisman, fellow Daoist, are you kidding me?"

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, there's no need to be jealous since he's not your junior."

"Judging from his bone age, this kid is actually less than 30 years old. What idiot would send someone with such talent to the lower realms?"

"...Ouch, the He guy ran away?"

"The dignified Huafan Patriarch of the Samsara Realm actually ran away?"

"Haha, if this kid were ours, I'd make him our direct descendant's young master when he comes back..."

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"Escaped?" Red Lotus Karma Fire had just finished its battle with Lihuo. Xiao Yu was about to deploy another golden magic weapon and then a golden sword formation when Little Red Lotus, still in the smoky battlefield, informed him that his opponent had disappeared.

Xiao Yu: ...

"As a sword cultivator, shouldn't you be brave enough to move forward? Why are you retreating now? Damn... I have to set up a blockade formation next time. Otherwise, this would be too much of a loss." Xiao Yu muttered to himself for a while and disappeared on the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of a makeshift wooden hut in the valley. Several newly appointed spirit chefs were serving plate after plate of spirit food to the two young boys he had thrown in earlier.

There was a lot of soup, and seven plates and eight bowls were already served.

Seeing the two of them quickly finishing the spiritual meal, looking like they had been hungry for a long time, he asked in confusion, "Were you sleeping when you came in?" So you didn't bring anything?

The two young boys were obviously excited and nervous when they saw him.

Xiao Yu knew that now was not the time to acknowledge his relatives, and he did not dare to look them in the eye. He just waved his hand and said, "Let's eat first, and then we'll talk. I can't let people outside think that I'm abusing a child."

"Thank you very much, senior." Erbao looked at his father who was so close to him, and his voice was unconsciously choked with sobs.

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