Qingyuan Immortal Palace

At this time, Nuo Luopu had just completed the tribulation, and was still happy in his heart, but he didn't expect to be attacked by someone suddenly as if provoking.

He couldn't help but get angry in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, a witch's long halberd with a strong aura appeared in his hand.

"I didn't expect that it was a long halberd made from the spine of the ancestor witch Gonggong, no wonder he could inherit the ancestor witch!" The white-haired old woman saw the witch's long halberd in Nuo Po's hand, and her eyes couldn't help but emit a burst of brilliance.

This thing was a treasure taken out by He Dong from the Three Religions Inheritance Land in Kunlun Mountain. At first, he thought it was just a relic of an ordinary witch clan, but he didn't know that this thing was actually related to the ancestor witch. It seems that this thing has the ability of a divine object to conceal itself. Even the builder of the Three Religions Inheritance in Kunlun Mountain may not have seen the origin of this thing.

"It's actually the spine of the ancestor witch?" Mu Ling'er couldn't help but feel a thump in her heart, "No wonder brother Nuo Po is so powerful!"

In just a breath, Nuo Po had already fought with the young man in brocade robes.

Both of them seemed to be extremely powerful. Every time they struck, they would cause space vibrations, which frightened the wronged ghosts and evil spirits and made them wail continuously.

When the shining golden iron rod touched the witch's halberd, sand and rocks flew in an instant, and even the space began to tremble continuously.

It seemed that the power of the two had touched a wonderful law of power.

"So powerful!" At this time, Nuo Po couldn't help but be very shocked. He had always practiced with his physical body, and he had always been proud of close-range attacks. However, this time he encountered this young man with very slight spiritual power fluctuations, and he actually burst out with powerful power, which made Nuo Po feel that he had met his match.

Nuo Po quickly danced the halberd into a black whirlwind, and even stirred the power of space to fight the young man.

And the young man seemed to be faster. As the iron rod was swung, the golden light covered his whole body.

In an instant, the two of them took dozens of moves. The contact of their weapons gradually formed a black wind and golden light intertwined with each other, forming a gorgeous fireworks in this gray space.

As the fight between the two became more intense, the vibrations caused the nearby ghosts to scream. If the old woman on the Naihe Bridge hadn't taken action, the shock wave of the fight between the two would probably have turned many ghosts into ashes.

The young man also knew that this would not work and would hurt innocent people, so he led Nuo Luopu to fly to a wasteland.

Although Luopu didn't know why he was fighting, facing the crazy provocation of the young man, he couldn't help but get furious and chased after him.

"Where are you running!" Nuopo's spiritual power and aura began to rise rapidly because of anger.

You know, Nuopo not only inherited the cultivation secrets of the ancient witch clan, but also obtained more ancient inheritance in the secret places of the ancient barbarians.

It was because of these things that he was rejected by the way of heaven. Now in this wonderful environment, he has completed the tribulation, and naturally has a more complete control over these powers, and his rush to kill has completely surpassed his own realm.

Although Nuopo has just advanced to the immortal realm at this time, because of anger, his fighting power has reached the peak of the immortal, and even close to the true immortal realm cultivator.

Seeing that Nuopo was so strong, Mu Ling'er was happy and a little worried.

She even wanted to go forward to dissuade them, but the white-haired old woman next to her smiled and said, "Don't worry, let them have fun." The white-haired old woman was very kind, which made Mu Ling'er feel much more relaxed.

"The boy from Samsara is just helping him to increase his strength, he won't hurt him!" The old woman said with a smile.

"Old lady, where is this place?"

"This is the Samsara Fairyland." The old woman smiled, "Is this also the place of cause and effect reincarnation?"

"Ah, this is really the underworld, are you really Meng Po?" Mu Ling'er said nervously again.

"Haha, I am Meng Po, but I am not Meng Po!" The white-haired old woman said with a smile.

Mu Ling'er was a little puzzled: "Why is it Meng Po, but not Meng Po?"

The white-haired old woman smiled and said, "A drop of water cannot represent the sea, but it is also the sea." The white-haired old woman was very gentle, which made Mu Ling'er ponder for a while.

The old woman smiled and continued, "After the shattering of the prehistoric world, there were three realms, which had long been broken again due to internal strife! The netherworld was naturally broken, but the way of heaven cannot be without reincarnation, so we rebuilt the reincarnation fairyland in the broken land of the fairy world to compensate for the responsibility of the netherworld."

"So that's it!" Mu Ling'er suddenly realized.

Mu Ling'er had been in contact with Fang Yang for a long time, and had acquired a lot of modern thinking. She felt that the netherworld was like a sewage treatment plant or recycling equipment in the three realms, and it was indispensable to maintain the stability of the three realms.

Even if the three realms were broken, the necessary hardware must be there, otherwise the only remaining world of heaven would be filled with ghosts, and the order would be completely destroyed.

"I understand. Old woman, you are the ones who are covering for this world, and even for the way of heaven. Although the way of heaven in this world is broken, there are always people who are silently paying and maintaining the only remaining residual power of the way of heaven!"

"People who cover for the way of heaven?" Hearing this, the white-haired old woman showed a look of surprise.

"You are really smart, little girl!" The white-haired old woman smiled and said, "I think you can call me Doudi Mengpo from now on." The old woman always had a kind smile.

"What's your name, little girl?" Doudi Mengpo asked with a smile.

"My name is Mu Ling'er."

"How did you get here?"

"It's a long story."

"It's okay, take your time." Meng Po smiled slightly. Mu Ling'er was no longer nervous just now, and she slowly told her own experience.

"I am a race in the spirit world, the saint of the wood race. We have a long heritage and are close to plants and trees. Later one day..." Mu Ling'er slowly told her story.

At the same time, Nuo Po and the brocade-robed boy fought more and more fiercely.

At this time, Luo Po was a little depressed. He transformed his anger into power by launching secret techniques, so his cultivation level continued to improve.

When he was in the immortal realm, the cultivation level of the brocade-robed boy opposite him was also in the immortal realm.

And when he used secret techniques to force a breakthrough and let his strength approach the true immortal stage, the brocade-robed boy opposite just smiled slightly, and his strength suddenly soared. He actually became a cultivator close to the true immortal realm like him.

In this way, the two sides never widened the gap, and could only fight with moves.

However, Luo Po's inherited secret technique is to become stronger when facing a strong opponent. His fight with this brocade-robed monk has greatly improved him.

Although he would be beaten back by the opponent's terrifying power in every fight, his strength would increase a little bit every time he was beaten back. Along with the secret techniques of the witch clan, his physical strength would continue to increase.