After obtaining the Lingxuanluo behind the immortal truth, he stood quietly under the blue sky, feeling the wonderful changes that were taking place in his body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

First of all, his own weight was disappearing with the growth of the immortal root, and in his gestures, it seemed that it was no longer his strength, but his thoughts. From head to toe, he became as light as a swallow, and the power of the earth could no longer restrain him, and he could freely leap or fly between heaven and earth as long as he wished.

When he reaches for something, he doesn't have to rummage around, just repeat the name of the object, flick the sleeve of his shirt, hold up his palm, and the thing will appear in the palm of his hand at his call.

The blood flowing in the veins is also significantly different from what it used to be. When he was still a mortal, he never realized that his blood was so thick and hot, and his emotions fluctuated slightly, as if he was about to boil.

And now, the surrounding environment has not changed, but the troubles of the past have left him, a wisp of heart-penetrating coolness, like a clear stream of mountain streams, is urged by the powerful dantian breath, along the second vein of Rendu, and infiltrates into the twelve meridians along the way.

That kind of smoothness surprised him that his qi and blood could not only pass unimpeded in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, but could even be retracted and released freely. When he left the ruins, he stood still in mid-air, and changed from holding his breath to beginning to breathe, as if a flower bud bloomed under his nose, transmitting a sweet fragrance for his breath, and that fragrance was actually the fragrance of fairy blood in his body.

In the past, no matter how far he looked, the scope of his vision was limited to the left and right inches, but when he opened the fairy eyes for the first time, he could effortlessly take in the vast expanse of the sea and river, and even a white gull with a small fish passed by the distant sea, which he could see clearly.

Suddenly, a faint particle of light grazed in front of him, and he hurriedly reached out to catch it, and then spread it out to see, but it was a speck of dust with a faint light.

He has really changed, his once impetuousness and unruliness have turned into lightness and melted into the ruins. Now he just looks at the world with cold eyes, and his heart is as calm as the water of the ruins, and it seems that he will never rise or fall again.

He savored the taste of obtaining the immortal body, but he couldn't make up his mind for a moment what he should do next.

Just as he was hesitating, his ears moved slightly, and he heard the friction between the clouds, and there was a subtle change.

He understood what this meant, and looked in the direction of the coast, and saw a cloud of colorful colors sweeping towards him. At this time, he could easily see that the cloud was composed of hundreds of immortals--the pursuers had killed again.

If the person who sees this scene again is the water bell that fell into the ruins, he will definitely panic and turn around and flee for his life. But at this time, he was not only no longer the rough mortal boy, but also the highest level of immortals and the strongest spiritual power, Ji Luoliu Immortal Xuanluo, so he was not panicked, just stood in the clouds with a smile, quietly waiting for the arrival of those people.

Most of the tens of thousands of people who rushed over from Baiyun Square just now have been evacuated under the call of Wu Xiuyuan. Among the remaining thousands of people, most of them were just watching from the shore, and at this time, there were only a few hundred people who were attacking on the clouds, and the main force except for the East China Sea faction was those villains who wanted to put Ling Xuanluo to death.

The people of the immortal clan are all members of Ling Xuanluo's clan, in this group of pursuers, which ones were deceived to kill him, and which ones really harbored ill intentions towards him, he couldn't tell the difference for a while, so he decided not to point to the heavens, so as not to hurt the innocent.

However, it was unrealistic to give up resistance completely, he groaned slightly, shook his palm, and held the cold and shining Jiaoqiu Sword in his hand.

In an instant, these people had been killed in front of them, and they were swinging swords and dancing knives at him violently, but he was still not in a hurry, stepping on the lotus pond and slowly stepping forward to meet him. I saw the waves rolling under his feet, and a lotus flower leaning on the water was born step by step.

In order not to hurt people, he chose to defend as much as possible and not attack, the lotus flowers bloomed in turn, and his footsteps dodged everywhere, although the immortals could not be hurt, but they could not get close to him. (To be continued.) )