Mo Qianqiu's body stiffened, and he slapped Luo Jianqing again, using even more powerful spiritual power to stop Luo Jianqing from saying the next words.
In the sky, a long, beautiful white dragon and a delicate lotus flower collided repeatedly. The vibrations from the two caused the entire earth to tremble, but no one was willing to stop.
The white dragon roared loudly, and a sea covering the sky came out of its mouth; the green lotus immediately spun, and transformed into a huge lotus phantom, which used its vast spiritual power to turn into petals, and held the entire sea into the lotus.
This battle was so fierce that it lasted for three days and three nights.
The war between human cultivators below the Tribulation Crossing Stage and the demon race had temporarily ceased, but the war between the top powers was only just beginning. A hundred years ago, Xuan Lingzi battled Elder Du Jue Tian for a full ten years. Compared to that, the current battle was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
No one knew what was happening with Guanglingzi Zun and Qi Luo in the ripped space, but Luo Jianqing was stuck in a stalemate. Jin Li's strength had clearly exceeded everyone's expectations, and Mo Qianqiu's injuries hadn't healed yet. The four of them combined were barely even able to tie with Jin Li.
At this moment, in the barren mountains far in the north, a thick bolt of lightning was crushed into powder by the golden sword light.
The White-robed Venerable slowly raised his foot and took a step outside. Finally, Xuan Lingzi left the barren mountain that had trapped him for three full months.
The thunderclouds in the sky had begun to dissipate. Xuan Lingzi stared coldly at the thick layer of thunderclouds in the sky, a strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes. But he only glanced at them and walked away without wasting any time.
However, half a day later, just when Xuan Lingzi was about to leave the far north, an old, white-haired figure walked over from a distance.
This man looked like an ordinary old man who was about to die. His white hair reached the ground, and he trembled with every step he took, as if he was about to hit the bottom. However, he passed through Xuan Lingzi's vast and boundless pressure, and moved forward step by step. He stopped when he was ten feet in front of him.
Xuan Lingzi's eyes were slightly cold as he looked at the old man silently.
The old man also looked up at him.
The two exchanged a glance, and the old man first bowed and said, "It's been a hundred years since we last met, and you've already broken through to the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation."
Xuan Lingzi took out the Xuanling Sword, which shone with a faint golden light. He raised his narrow and long phoenix eyes, glanced at the other person casually, and said calmly: "I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and I never thought that after thousands of years,
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
