Chapter 6 Immortal Soul

The giant python condensed from the mist looks the same as the main body, but anyone with a little knowledge of the fairy world will know it.

This is nothing more than an incarnation outside the body, an incarnation outside the body that every immortal can condense after reaching the level of a celestial being.

Of course, they only have less than one tenth of the power of their own bodies, but they are gods, and they can crush all lower-level immortals in the true sense.

Long Yang clearly saw the appearance of the giant python, and at that moment, he knew it in his heart.

Once an incarnation outside the body appears, it will be a great test for myself.

Not to mention, he still doesn't know what his own talent and blood are. Even if he knew, it would be extraordinarily nonsense to use a human immortal cultivation base to deal with the incarnation of a celestial being.

Gritting his back molars and looking at the scene in front of him, from the few words before, Long Yang knew that this was Qing Mo Wen's old man.

If you want to kill his son, Lao Tzu's incarnation will appear, which is quite reasonable.

However, he never expected that Qing Mowen's despair, which had almost given up before, was feigned, so that he was caught off guard at that moment.

Under the extreme impact of Xianli, there was no resistance subconsciously.

As a result, all parts of the body began to swell with blood, forcibly suppressing it, so they didn't make a fool of themselves at this critical moment.

"It's amazing to have an incarnation outside of the body? Young master, I'm going to fight hard today."

Because of the unknown bloodline, Long Yang is very swollen now, if he doesn't fully vent his endless energy at this moment, it will be the darkest thing for him.

The rune on his forehead became more radiant, Long Yang knew it in his heart.

With my current means, if I want to curry favor with such an incarnation, I have no choice but to use the strongest power.

Even if the result of waiting for oneself in the end is still failure, try your best, and you will not regret it.

In an instant, the human figure turned into a yellow dog again, and the golden light that pervaded its forehead spread out again in an instant.

The loose seal was not fully unfolded under his full strength, but the captured power still formed a powerful vortex.

Filling it thoroughly makes it feel extraordinarily powerful.

The extreme collision did not stop at this moment, and the interweaving of immortal power in the next second has completely permeated an absolute atmosphere.

At that second, huge power was spreading, and the surrounding weeds seemed to form a wave of flowers.

"Bang!"

The incarnation outside the body condensed by the mist, even the anger has not been fully revealed yet, the whole body began to collapse on its own.

"This?" Even Long Yang's mood at this moment is extremely complicated.

In the past, he had already prepared the mentality of fighting hard and succeeding if he didn't succeed.

But at that moment, Mao's power displayed by himself was so terrifying that even an incarnation of a majestic celestial being couldn't match his own end?

The name "Iron Head Skill" is really appropriate.

This situation is really speechless.

"you!"

"I!"

Qing Mowen, who was speechless, no longer knew where to express his emotions.

At that second, he summoned the incarnation of his own father.

I thought that this matter would be settled here, even if I would be punished by the old man after I went back.

But as long as this matter is resolved and Long Yang is brought back intact, his merits will outweigh his demerits.

What he didn't expect was that he couldn't even summon Lao Tzu's incarnation outside his body, but he couldn't succeed. The collision at that end once again completely extinguished his ignited expectations.

How to fight this? What kind of pervert did he provoke?

"Don't, don't kill me!"

"You, no matter what you want? I, I can promise you..."

Subconsciously, he finally began to beg for mercy.

But Long Yang didn't give him even the slightest chance at the end.

Incarnate as a human, he fell with a sword.

The diameter of Qing Mowen's head was stamped down just like that, with a terrified expression on his face.

Facing such a scheming immortal who would never keep his promise, the only way to shut him up was to take his life and completely annihilate him in this fairy world.

Raising his arms, he looked at the still dense fog in the forest. From the bustle before, it suddenly became gloomy and quiet.

Dragging his body in severe pain, he walked step by step towards the depths of the jungle. For some reason, he suddenly felt that such a way of life was very tiring.

Even though he was so tired, he still had the urge to go to sleep and never wake up.

"Perhaps, this is human nature, the most helpless part of living in this fairy world?" Stepping forward, he muttered to himself.

There is a very strong premonition in his heart, as if the former has a real secret waiting to be revealed by himself.

The feeling of not wanting to touch has always permeated Long Yang's heart, but his rationality told him that there are some things, some things, that he can completely ignore because he doesn't want to do them.

Drink some water and rest for a while with your back against the old tree.

The flying thick fog still hasn't dissipated, and the dew slapped on Long Yang's body. The eerie tranquility made him feel a little restless.

"Ok?"

The slightly rustling movement made Long Yang a little vigilant.

He knew that there must be danger waiting for him in the depths of this dense forest, and there must also be great opportunities.

But he never expected that the danger would follow him just after he stopped for a while.

It really does not let people rest for a moment.

The dense fog gradually dissipated in the next second.

Daoist silhouettes that have never been condensed into substance, just floated side by side.

"This is?" He stood up.

Long Yang's back was sweating profusely.

And looking at the clothes of these figures one by one, plus the almost empty eyes, he began to have some judgments in his heart.

This is fairy soul.

He died violently on the battlefield, and still has a persistent immortal soul.

No wonder Qing Mowen knew that there must be this secret or inheritance here.

This forest of confusion, I am afraid that it was an ancient battlefield before.

I just drove away the hungry wolves, and here comes the fierce tiger again.

These fairy souls now only have half a fighting instinct, but compared with the incarnations outside the body, not only has this absolute advantage in number, but even the attack power is not inferior to the incarnations.

"Master, which god did I offend? There is no one else with such luck."

With bitterness in his heart, Long Yang, who was waiting sternly, knew in his heart that these immortal souls might be a good opportunity to test his current combat power, but they were also his reminders.

If one doesn't pay attention, it is almost no accident that one dies here.

At this second, surviving seems to have become a luxury at once.

A luxury that he himself didn't know how to think about. ...

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