The mortal self is the spiritual root of heaven

Chapter 134 The old devil of Hehuan is nothing more than that!
Not long after, a big man in black robes landed in front of everyone with huge spiritual pressure.

After the monks present sensed the unfathomable spiritual energy fluctuations, their expressions changed slightly.

"Acacia old devil!"

A gray-haired old man couldn't help but exclaimed.

Yes, this big man in black robe is Hehuan Laomo, the great elder of Hehuan Sect.

"It turns out it's him," Zhou Xun was secretly shocked.

But the appearance of this old demon was really different from what he imagined. He was said to be the great elder of Hehuan Sect, but his skills looked more like the demon skills of the Ghost Spirit Sect!
In fact, Zhou Xun didn't know that the great elders of the Hehuan Sect in past generations were called the Old Demon of Hehuan.

Although the technique practiced by the big man in black robe is actually a kind of magic technique that has little to do with the Hehuan Sect, he still has to be called the Hehuan Old Demon.

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Yi. It's really Linghu's honor that Brother Yi comes to this celebration!"

Ancestor Linghu stood up, smiled, and slightly arched his hands towards the black-robed man.

Then he pointed to the seat on the upper right and said:

"Brother Yi, please take a seat!"

The big man in black robe glanced at the people in the venue. They were all Nascent Soul elders from various immortal cultivation sects in various countries.

With a thought in his mind, he immediately understood the intention of the ancestor Linghu.

"It's no need, sir. When our Six Heavenly Luo Sects are expanding, Fellow Daoist Linghu has advanced to become a great monk. It's really the right time to make a breakthrough!"

“But it’s unclear whether Fellow Daoist Linghu can take over our Sixth Sect Soldier Peak!”

"Today, it's time to weigh one or two!"

The big man in black robe, his voice was extremely cold, and he burst out with a huge momentum.

Hearing this, Zhou Xun knew that his master was bound to have a fight with the old devil of Hehuan.

This battle is the battle to determine the fate of the Tiandao Alliance. If it is a victory or a draw, the Tiandao Alliance will truly be established, and many sects on the field will be happy to join.

The next alliance meeting can actually be held.

If they lose, I'm afraid that the Tiandao Alliance will disappear, and many sects' Nascent Souls on the field will really just participate in the great monks' celebration.

After that, it was a foregone conclusion that the demonic invasion of the Yue Kingdom would be defeated. The best outcome would be for the other five factions to flee to the Northern Liang Kingdom, leaving the Yellow Maple Valley alone.

Ancestor Linghu also knew the key to this battle.

I saw him suppress his smile, retract his slightly arched hands, and slowly said:

"It seems that this battle is inevitable, so that's fine. I'll ask fellow Daoist Yi for some tips!"

Then he pointed to the sky.

"You and I are both late-stage monks, and there is quite a lot of noise. It will hurt innocent people, so why don't we go a hundred miles away to ask for advice!"

"You have nothing to do!" The big man in black robe said coldly, then flew up, turned into a black light, and flew into the sky a hundred miles away.

Ancestor Linghu followed closely behind, turned into a red light, and flashed away.

All the monks on the field used their spells one after another and flew towards the place where Patriarch Linghu and Old Demon Hehuan were fighting.

Tens of breaths later, Ancestor Linghu and the black-robed man stood several miles apart in the sky.

Dozens of miles away, a group of monks stood watching the battle.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, please!" The big man in black robe said coldly and expressionlessly.

Ancestor Linghu did not refuse, he made a secret with one hand, and dozens of firelights flew out of his body.

It's those 72 fire seeds.

Then the fire was arranged in a formation and spread across dozens of miles in the sky.

The big man in black robe was also shrouded in it.

The big man in black robe frowned slightly. It was really strange that these fire types from Ancestor Linghu could suddenly appear in the entire space in an instant.Even I was trapped inside without even realizing it.

"Linghu said friendly means!"

The big man in black robe shouted loudly, which was like a thunderbolt from the blue, causing the sky and ground for miles around to buzz.Apparently some secret technique was used.This loud shout made Zhou Xun's energy and blood boil, making him unable to control himself.After several breaths, he finally calmed down.

"Is this the power of the late Nascent Soul!"

Zhou Xun was frightened. With such power, he would probably fall if he saw it.

When the big man in black robe made a sound, he did not slow down. He made a secret with one hand, and a black shadow several feet high appeared behind him.

As he played the magic formula, the phantoms actually began to divide, with two beings born, three being born from two, and more and more. In the end, there were 81 phantoms, filling the entire sky.

Seeing this, Ancestor Linghu changed his method and saw that the 72 fire seeds suddenly burst into flames and shot in one direction, forming a huge fire ball.

Then the fire ball became more and more convergent, until it was tens of feet in size, and then gradually grew claws, feathers, wings, and a head.

It was actually a Suzaku radiating flames!

The ancient spirit!

It is the top secret technique in the Red Flame True Art, the true fire transforming spirit!

The power of this Suzaku is definitely that of the late Nascent Soul.

Seeing this, the black-robed man's heart trembled, knowing that although the Linghu Ancestor was only in the late Nascent Soul stage, his fighting skills were definitely not low.

I saw the magic formula in his hand pinching, and the 81 phantoms actually merged into one.

Finally, a jet-black demonic cow several feet in size was formed.

Judging from its appearance, it must be an ancient alien species.

Both of them used similar spirit-transforming techniques!
Everyone watching the battle from a distance was shocked, and they all secretly compared how many attacks they could withstand if they faced those two true spirits.

Afterwards, as if there was a tacit understanding between Ancestor Linghu and Old Demon Hehuan, they rushed towards each other with their two true spirits.

Only a clear cry was heard, piercing the sky.

The Suzaku spread its wings, nearly a hundred feet in size, and flew towards the demonic cow.

Not to be outdone, the Demonic Bull lowered its head slightly, facing the Suzaku with its sharp horns, and charged forward on the ground.

"boom--"

There were two loud noises and a strong wave of spiritual power spread around.

In the end, strong winds arose, blowing the clothes of the monks dozens of miles away.

Then the two true spirits fought together, going back and forth, and everyone felt the red light and black light entangled together.

After dozens of breaths, the two true spirits gradually withered, and finally collided hard and dissipated from each other.

Ancestor Linghu and the big man in black robe groaned at the same time, their consciousnesses were greatly damaged.

This time, there was no winner or loser.

Then Ancestor Linghu took all the fire back into his body, and Old Demon Hehuan also took back the secret technique.

The two of them stopped in unison.

The big man in black robe took the lead and said:
"Fellow Daoist Linghu is very capable, I admire him. I have offended him many times before, so I hope you won't blame me!"

"Brother Yi, you're welcome. I need to thank you for your mercy this time. In that case, why not go to the main hall and have a taste of the spiritual wine!"

Ancestor Linghu quickly returned the gift and said politely.

"Yi is so disrespectful!" The big man in black robe showed a smile.

The two immediately started a friendly conversation, as if they had never met before.

Then, the two stood up and flew back to the main hall where the celebration was held, followed by the onlookers and monks.

The celebration lasted for half a month, and the black-robed man, Acacia Laomo, left here on the fifth day of the celebration.

As for the next ten days, it will be the alliance held by ancestor Linghu in the name of the celebration!

(End of this chapter)