"Cough!!!" As soon as Long Ling came out, she felt a strong pressure and a mouthful of blood spurted out: "This world seems not suitable for me, I seem to be... weakened to the Linghai Realm..."

"Okay, I originally wanted you to help me hit someone, but now... we can only go deeper." Xiao Ying shrugged helplessly.

With Li Dongxing's personality, he could guess that he would be ambushed at the exit. Now it was a dead end. Xiao Ying thought for a while, then moved his steps and ran into the battlefield.

Maybe... there is another way out or opportunity.

"Stop." A voice swept towards Xiao Ying with the pressure. Xiao Ying conquered Zheng. He looked up and saw that the man was nearly seven feet tall and thin. He was wearing a purple robe with embroidered green patterns, and covered with a milky white double-breasted jacket with bright silk. The robe was turned over and stuffed into a white jade belt at his waist. He was wearing white deer leather boots on his feet to facilitate horse riding. His black hair was combed neatly on the top of his head, and was wrapped in an exquisite white jade hair crown. A light green silk crown belt was hanging from both sides of the crown, and a flowing flower knot was tied to the lower forehead.

"Little brother, this road is not open, please find another way." The man shook his fan.

Find another way?

I'll go to your mother!

Xiao Ying clasped her fists and said, "Someone ambush me at the exit. Please let us go."

"This is the ancient battlefield, how can an outer disciple enter!" the man sneered.

"I don't know the name of the senior."

The man paced back and forth, and spoke lightly, "Phantom Sword Sect? Xiaoyao Tianzun"

Xiao Ying's pupils shrank, and she recalled the unruly elder, the elder of the Phantom Sword Sect who always caused trouble but always helped him at critical moments!

Xiao Ying dared to conclude that if it weren't for his leisurely and comfortable personality, the strength he cultivated with the talent of this Xiaoyao Heavenly Lord would definitely not be inferior to him!

Xiao Ying could feel that he had only a trace of residual soul left, but a trace of pressure was revealed on his body all the time.

Seeing that Xiao Ying's face was not changing, Xiaoyao Tianzun also exclaimed in his heart, but still sighed: "Okay, it really can't pass here, you..."

"Chen Xiao, let them come in."

At this time, a while from the core part of the battlefield

There was even more powerful voices. Now Xiao Ying couldn't stand it anymore. If Long Ling hadn't supported him alone, he might have collapsed on the ground.

Xiaoyao Tianzun's pupils shrank and he quietly retreated aside, "Please."

Xiao Ying and Long Ling stepped into the battlefield with great strides.

This place is completely different from that outside. What Xiao Ying didn’t expect was that there was actually a forest here!

Now, Xiao Ying began to frown: You know, Chen Xiao was the most disobedient elder in the Phantom Sword Sect back then, and sometimes he could even get along with those disciples. In this huge Phantom Sword Sect, the only one who could discipline him... was himself!

Own?

Is his remnant soul not destroyed?

Xiao Ying began to shuttle through the forest half-believingly, trying to find the source of the sound just now. Walking in the forest, the mist was swept by, and floating softly in the air like white veil. The trees stood quietly under the blue sky, spreading their arms to welcome the sunshine. The sunshine shone like wisps of golden sand, shining through the overlapping branches and leaves, and scattering on the grass.

"Roar!" A roar broke the silence.

Xiao Ying took a breath of air conditioning, and tens of thousands of years of experience as "old driver" told him...

"Tenth level... Demon God?!" Xiao Ying took three steps back, "How come there is still a demon god in this world!"

"Ah? Demon God?" Bai Qiu came out of his sleeve. "Why are you here?!" "Why am I..."

Before they could finish their argument, the demon god came to see the sound of the snake body, crocodile head, lizard legs, eagle claws, snake tail, deer antlers, fish scales, whiskers at the corners of the mouth, and beads under his forehead.

This is clearly... Dragon!

"Isn't it dead?" Bai Qiu lowered his voice.

"Interesting, is it a tenth-level demon god? It's been tens of thousands of years, and its strength is probably only in the virtual realm, so we can fight." Long Ling said.

"Who?!" The dragon made a majestic sound, and white light flashed by. The divine dragon turned into a human form, wearing a white robe, with several golden dragons embedded on it. His face was like a jade crown and a slender figure.

"My younger generation Xiao Ying, I don't know the name of the senior."

"Sky Dragon" it sneered, "Chen Xiao will actually let you in. It seems that he meant it. Okay, then let me go!"

"I have a problem." Bai Qiu came from

A crawls out of his sleeve: "Haven't you been dead for 100,000 years?"

The Sky Dragon's pupils shrank, and the silver spear appeared: "You'd better tell me who you are."

"My younger generation Bai Qiu." Bai Qiu turned into a human form and bowed, "My name is Long Ling" Long Ling also bowed.

But it glanced over and returned to Xiao Ying: "Is your name Xiao Ying? Interesting, follow me." As it said, kicked its feet, moved its body, and escaped into the void: "Follow up, don't lose it."

"You'd better hide first." Xiao Ying looked at the two of them. "Who are you?!" The two finally realized this problem and began to ask each other...

"Okay!" Xiao Ying forced the two of them to their sleeves and flew with the Sky Dragon.

I don’t know how long I flew, but finally landed in front of a cave, “I won’t go in, please.”

As I walked into the cave, a strange wind whistled past, and the coldness was bone-broken. There were dense and opaque moss between the cracks in the stone walls. Just standing in the cave, I felt cold unconsciously on my back and I wished I could leave here immediately.

Xiao Ying continued to move forward, and then suddenly realized that there was a waterfall in the cave. At the top of the waterfall, a trace of sunlight shone in, giving people the feeling of "a dark and bright village".

Slowly, a wisp of residual soul floated out from the depths of the cave...

"Eternal and long, sometimes, this hatred will last forever. Humph, you are here." The man raised his head, "Although I don't know why I wanted to let you in, I think you seem to have some fate with me."

Xiao Ying clearly saw that this was a face exactly the same as himself 30,000 years ago!

What about the promised spirit and body to be destroyed?!

"My younger generation Xiao Ying, pay homage to senior generation."

"You are also called Xiao Ying." The remnant soul smiled: "No need to pretend anymore, it's just us. I know that you have lost your memory. You have not destroyed both spirit and form. Before you fought with the Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor, you had already laid a remnant soul here. For tens of thousands of years, I have also met the sky dragon that I thought was dead. Unfortunately, this world seems to be unable to accommodate gods anymore..."

"It's my fault." Xiao Ying took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!