Qingyuan Immortal Palace

During the fight, Nuo Po even felt that this brocade-robed boy was simply a great whetstone for improving his cultivation.

After thinking this through, Nuo Po did not stop and went all out.

The witch halberd in his hand danced out gusts of wind, shaking the surrounding space.

"Dang... hum..." Every time they fought, their weapons would vibrate. The huge power made Nuo Po involuntarily retreat again and again.

"How is it possible? How can his power be stronger than me, the descendant of the ancient witch clan." For a moment, Nuo Po doubted his own strength.

It was because of this moment of hesitation that he was hit in the chest by the brocade-robed boy with a stick and was blasted away for hundreds of feet.

If it weren't for his strong body, I'm afraid that with just this one blow, a true immortal might be broken into two pieces.

"Do you still know what the witch clan is? Do you inherit the fighting spirit of the witch clan? Do you know the pride of the witch clan that never surrenders?" The aura of the boy stirred his brocade robe, floating in the sky.

An aura that looked down on the world enveloped the entire space, and instantly made Nuo Po feel an extremely strong sense of oppression.

"Damn, this guy is too strong." Nuo Po couldn't help but become more and more shocked.

"Boy, do you think it's so great that you have achieved the realm of immortals? You are so proud of a little achievement." The young man in brocade robe looked at Nuo Po with contempt, and then looked at Mu Ling'er beside him.

"How about we make a bet today. I will always maintain the same cultivation as you. If you can win, I will let you go. If you lose, I will let your sister become a towering tree, and she will always be the spiritual tree guarding this bridge. How about it?"

"Bet? How dare you use my sister as a bet!" In just a moment, Nuo Po was completely enraged.

Relatives and friends are Nuo Po's bottom line. At this time, the brocade-robed boy looked careless and actually used Mu Ling'er as a threat, which made his anger suddenly break through the limit.

At this time, Nuo Po's anger surged in his body like a tsunami in the sea.

And the young man in front of him was just playing with him. Nuo Po was already very angry, and faced with such a provocation, his anger was completely aroused.

As his anger increased, his strength began to rise step by step. In just a moment, his body began to change, and it actually showed a bronze color.

At the same time, a terrifying and fierce aura that had been passed down since the prehistoric times came from the long halberd in his hand.

As Nuo Po continued to use anger to activate his potential, it finally caused the long halberd in his hand to change.

Waves of power inherited from the leader of the ancient witch clan continued to merge into his body.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Unyielding! Unyielding! Never surrender!"

The flames of battle trembled in his heart, and he seemed to hear the war drums of the witch clan in ancient times.

At this time, his power potential was constantly mobilized, just like a river bursting its banks.

At the same time, the terrifying wind and evil spirits around him seemed to have found their target and began to focus on him.

A stream of black air enveloped him, and the mighty power gathered in his body. The terrifying aura made the surrounding space tremble again.

If this place was near the Naihe Bridge, it is estimated that many ghosts would be shattered by these huge impact forces.

After a while, the river formed by the power of law under the Naihe Bridge seemed to be pulled by Nuo Po and began to become restless.

Because the young man in brocade robe deliberately avoided the ghosts in order to prevent the fight between the two sides from hurting innocent people, but although the distance was far at this time, Nuo Po still attracted the mighty power to gather towards him like a magnet.

The power of law that kept flowing under the Naihe Bridge rose to the sky like activated waves, and began to merge into Nuo Po's body frantically.

"How dare you bully me like this? I want you to die." Nuo Po scholar burst out with powerful power and began to completely absorb the surrounding fierce aura and the power in this set of law cores.

For a while, Nuo Po's anger began to become a substance, as if igniting the power of law around him.

The majestic power of the law began to attach to his body, and a powerful aura that came from the ancient times spread from him. This terrifying power made Mu Linger tremble in his heart.

"Grandma, what happened to my brother?" Mu Linger asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, Linger, the young man in brocade robe is your reincarnation brother. He is helping your brother to stimulate the talent of the ancient witch clan." Doudi Mengpo gently stroked Mu Linger's back, and a mellow power entered her body, which quickly calmed her down.

Mengpo's power made her feel very comfortable, as if this power coincided with her bloodline inheritance.

"Grandma, why does this power make me feel so kind?" Mu Linger asked with some surprise.

"This is also the power from the ancient witch clan, which is the ancestor of your power and bloodline!" Doudi Mengpo smiled and said.

"Ancient witch clan?" Although Mu Linger knew that Nuo Po's power came from the ancient witch clan, he still didn't know much about the real witch clan.

"Since Pangu created the world, the ancient world was born from the void. The witch clan inherited Pangu's flesh and blood and the fighting spirit of creation. Only with the fighting spirit can we get in touch with the will of the ancient witches the fastest!" Although the white-haired Mengpo's tone was very gentle, there was a sense of ancient melancholy, which made Mu Linger understand somewhat.

"Pangu is the God of Creation and the God of Battle. Before the creation of the world, he defeated three thousand demon gods to have the merit of creating the world!" Doudi Mengpo explained slowly. "And the Wu clan is the inheritance of the will to fight. This will is also the indomitable spirit of resistance in this world, and the immortal will of the three realms!"

Mu Linger couldn't help but feel a little excited when she heard these words.

At this time, the fight between Nuo Po and the young man in brocade robes had entered a white-hot stage. Under the blessing of these laws, Nuo Po's combat strength instantly broke through the bottleneck of the True Immortal, and was even rising steadily.

The young man in brocade robes frowned when he saw this, and immediately improved his cultivation. Soon, his strength was about the same as Nuo Po's. However, this time Nuo Po seemed to be several times stronger at once, and he was not inferior to him in the battle.

"Good boy, you have improved so fast!" The young man in brocade robes also showed praise, "But I will be serious next time!" In an instant, his breath changed, and the iron rod he swung became as heavy as a mountain, and then he smashed it down suddenly.

Seeing his imposing aura, Nuo Po's fighting spirit became stronger, and he swung his long halberd fiercely.

"Let me show you my Aotian Fighting Will Technique!" Nuo Po shouted, and his aura suddenly increased several times.

"Boom..." The two attacks exploded in the sky in an instant, and the space could not bear it and many cracks appeared.