Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Over the forest.

Shenyue Hongguang and Shenyue Ming had already entered the cave with half a stick of incense.

Shenyue An was still guarding the entrance of the cave, blocking all the people from the Demon Cult.

Zhou Yuniang frowned slightly and said: "Senior, this desperate cold abyss is too dangerous. You should let us go in and have a look. After all, if something happens to Young Master Shenyue, neither you nor I will be able to explain it when we go back."

"Haha, don't worry, Miss Zhou. With my brother guarding you, the young master will be fine."

Shenyue An looked calm, obviously quite confident in Shenyue Ming's strength.

boom!

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook violently, as if a giant beast was rolling deep underground.

Shenyue An frowned slightly and looked down into the depths of the dark cave: "Have you already started to take action? Tsk tsk, it's a bit unexpected. Has Master Changkong actually stepped into the fifth-grade saint?"

He looked at Zhou Yuniang and others: "Everyone, please step back. Things here are no longer something you can interfere with. If you get bumped and die later, don't blame me for not warning you."

Everyone in the Demon Sect looked at Zhou Yuniang.

Zhou Yuniang frowned and raised her hand to signal everyone to step back.

The moment the Demon Cult members had just left the sky above the cave, a terrifying mana suddenly shot out from the cave and crashed into the void above.

The terrifying power continued to vibrate and spread in all directions.

Wherever this force passed, strong winds raged and the heaven and earth reversed.

Towering trees were uprooted and then twisted into pieces in the strong wind, and several feet of ground was scraped off.

Even though everyone in the Demon Cult had retreated far away in advance, they were still affected by the aftermath of the power.

Each one of them was unsteady in the air, and a few of them in the sage realm could barely maintain their figure.

But those believers in the Divine Realm only managed to hold on for a few breaths before they fell to the ground in embarrassment like dead flies.

Zhou Yuniang's face was gloomy: "Everyone, continue to retreat. I'm afraid it won't be safe here anymore."

"Yes, elder!"

Everyone looked horrified and quickly continued to retreat.

What Shenyue An said was absolutely right. This kind of battle was not something they could participate in. Even watching the battle from the sidelines was extremely dangerous.

At this moment, in the cave of the desperate cold abyss, two figures suddenly rose into the sky and jumped into the endless sky.

Their bodies were as fast as lightning, and they collided again and again in the high air.

Their magic power was overbearing and overbearing, causing the world to change color and thunder to break through the sky.

"impossible!"

Shenyue An looked shocked and looked at the two people in the sky in disbelief.

Ordinarily, with the cultivation level of Master Changkong, a fifth-grade saint, he would not be able to hold on to a few moves against the twelfth-grade Shenyue Ming.

But the fact is that at this moment, the two above are not only fighting vigorously, but it seems that Changkong Zhenren has the upper hand.

"The fifth grade versus the twelfth grade can actually suppress my elder brother. The combat power of Master Changkong seems to far exceed his cultivation level?"

Shenyue An's mood was no longer as relaxed as before.

Little did he know that Master Changkong had always been known for his superior combat prowess.

At that time, Patriarch Lieyang used his Saint Realm cultivation to dominate the immortal cultivation world in the Southern Region for thousands of years, and was known as the well-deserved number one master in the Southern Region.

Under Ancestor Lieyang, a group of masters at the twelfth level of the Sage Realm ruled the roost.

But even if they are both sages of the twelfth grade, there is a huge gap in strength between different people.

Changkong Zhenren is one of the best, ranking third in the world in terms of strength, second only to Yun Zhongyi, who ranks second.

Regardless of Zen Master Kongguan of Sansheng Zen Temple;

He is also a member of the Heavenly Path of the Ziwei Dao Sect;

Or the thirteen demon heads of the demon sect.

None of these people are also in the twelfth grade of the Sage, but when facing Master Shang Changkong, they all have to join forces to compete, but they still have little chance of winning.

It's the same today.

Although Master Changkong is only a fifth-grade saint, his combat power is still astonishing. Even if he faces Shen Yueming, whose cultivation level is much higher than his own, he can still win.

"The sword's intention is in the sky, splitting the earth and opening up borders, break it for me!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout, and the sword in Changkong's hand swept across.

The next moment, an astonishing sword energy was like the rising sun, bursting out with dazzling light and striking Shen Yueming directly.

"puff!"

Shenyue Ming vomited blood, and his whole body fell directly from the sky like a meteor, hitting the ground hard.

"Brother!"

Shenyue An's expression changed drastically and she rushed over quickly.

Seeing that a big hole had been made on the ground, Shen Yueming stood up in embarrassment. His clothes were almost broken into strips of cloth, and there were wounds all over his body, bleeding red blood.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Shenyue asked secretly worriedly.

"It's okay, it's just a skin injury."

Shen Yueming waved his hand and said: "But this person's strength really surprised Brother Wei. Second Brother, it seems that the two of us have to join forces, otherwise it will be difficult to stop him."

"Okay, let's see if Master Changkong can resist you and me."

Shenyue Dark's eyes were gloomy, and he gritted his teeth with murderous intent and said.

The two of them rose into the air and stood in front of Master Changkong again.

"What a great Master Changkong."

Shen Yueming snorted coldly: "To be honest, I originally looked down on you monks from the Southern Region, but today you have made me look at you with admiration. If someone like you was born in other regions, he must have already been the overlord of one side."

Changkong Zhenren was unmoved: "We cultivate the heart of heaven and should treat the people well. Instead of talking nonsense, you two might as well let your young master come out quickly to avoid breaking the seal and causing great suffering to the people."

"Hmph, what do you mean by great suffering to the people? Even if the time restriction is really leaked, the only ones who will die are the people of your southern region. What does it have to do with us?"

Shen Yue sneered: "We only obey the orders of the young master. Unless the young master allows you today, you are not allowed to enter the desperate cold abyss again. If you dare to be stubborn again, you will die!"

"In that case, I don't need to waste my words. Let's see the truth with my hands!"

Changkong Zhenren's fingers slid lightly across the sword, staining the sword with a layer of blood.

At this moment, the aura on his body suddenly became different.

The previous Changkong Zhenren was like a magic sword, so sharp that people dared not approach.

Now, besides being sharp, he also has a strange sense of time, as if the whole person has been integrated into time.

"What is this?"

Shen Yueming and Shen Yue'an looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

They thought that if they joined forces, they could easily win the battle.

But at this moment, the change of Changkong Zhenren made them feel solemn again.

They really couldn't believe that Changkong Zhenren had spared strength when fighting with Shen Yueming just now?

"Brother, it seems that we have to do our best, otherwise even if we join forces, we may fall into this person's hands."

Shen Yue'an said solemnly.

"Then do your best, and never let him disturb the young master!"

"Okay!"

The two brothers took a deep breath, and suddenly infinite darkness surged from them, covering the universe.

At this moment, day and night alternated, and the originally bright daytime instantly turned into a deep night, and above the night, a crescent moon hung high in the night sky.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Changkong Zhenren had never seen the special skills of the Shenyue Saint Clan, so he looked solemn and cautious.

At the same time, a cloud of auspiciousness floated quickly from a far distance and hovered at the top of the sky.

Zhao Mu stepped on the cloud and looked down, with a hint of surprise between his eyebrows: "My goodness, Changkong Zhenren is only a saint, how come he has a trace of the Great Way of Time?"