Qingyuan Immortal Palace

At this time, Nuo Po was like having a beautiful dream, but because of the limitation of the technique, he could not continue. As a result, his body began to struggle and wanted to get out of the dream.

This was also a sign of being about to get out of the battle epiphany.

"Boy, the Aotian Battle Intention Technique you practiced is not all. I will now teach you the second half of this technique - the Ancestral Witch Battle Heaven Technique!" The brocade-robed boy said loudly.

At this time, the boy did not use the human language, but the secret sound unique to the ancient witch clan, which contained mysterious power.

This made Nuo Po, who was in epiphany, seem to have some sense. Hearing the Ancestral Witch's technique made him excited in epiphany.

Then the brocade-robed boy waved the golden long stick to continue fighting Luo Po, while he began to chant in his mouth, chanting extremely mysterious spells in the ancient witch language!

At this time, Luo Po seemed to have fallen into a state dominated by the will to fight, as if he could not hear any sound at all, just like a fighting machine.

However, these mysterious spells actually made him dazed, and he was further immersed in the majestic fighting spirit of the witch ancestor.

In Nuo Po's sea of ​​consciousness, various great witches appeared in battle.

At this time, Nuo Po was immersed in the battle experience of many great witches, as if he was trapped in an endless battle.

And the power of the laws and the majestic power around him became Nuo Po's endless supplement.

In this way, Nuo Po and the young man in brocade robes were completely immersed in such a battle.

Time passed quickly, and a year passed.

"How long will the old lady fight?" Mu Ling'er asked worriedly.

"It may take another fifty years, or even a hundred years, or even a thousand years. Of course, the longer the fight, the better it will be for your brother's improvement. There are not many opportunities to practice the mysterious magical powers of the witch clan in the witch clan holy land." The old lady said slowly with a smile.

"Will it take so long?" Mu Ling'er became more and more worried.

"How about grandma take you to have fun nearby? By the way, there are many delicious foods here!" The white-haired Meng Po smiled slightly.

"But, if you leave, what will happen to the wronged souls here?" Mu Ling'er said worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's all a small matter!" White-haired Meng Po waved her hand, and a force flowed in the void.

In an instant, a burst of light flowed in front of her, and suddenly a clone that looked exactly like her appeared in the light.

However, when this clone appeared, it exuded an extremely powerful aura. Such a realm of pressure made the nearby ghosts tremble and quickly retreated.

Such a powerful momentum even frightened Mu Ling'er, thinking that this clone might have at least the cultivation of the Golden Immortal Stage. Because Mu Ling'er had seen the power of the Nine Nether Demon, she even guessed by feeling that it seemed that the clone that this old woman casually transformed was more powerful than the terrifying Nine Nether Demon.

But in just a blink of an eye, the clone of the white-haired Meng Po instantly restrained its breath, and soon showed that it was the same as her original body, with almost no spiritual power fluctuations, just like the kind old woman selling water on the roadside.

Such a change made Mu Linger extremely shocked.

She even secretly guessed that the cultivation of this white-haired Meng Po might have reached the level of Daluo Jinxian, otherwise it would be impossible to create a Jinxian clone so easily.

Then Meng Po took her to break through the law confinement here, soared into the air, and flew to the city behind the Naihe Bridge that was emitting golden light.

After entering the city wrapped in golden light, Mu Linger found that the city was actually emitting a faint golden light, making the city seem to be in the afterglow of the sunset, not as cold and gray as the outside.

"This is just a broken fairyland!" White-haired Meng Po couldn't help but feel a little sad when talking about this.

After flying to the city, Mu Linger discovered the reason for the shining golden light here-there was an extremely tall tree in the center of the city.

This tree was golden, and each leaf was very huge.

The leaves were emitting warm golden light.

The light on the leaves continued to radiate, like afterglow, falling on the protective light shield of the city, making the whole city become stained with warm golden light.

"Is this the reason why this city has golden light?" Mu Ling'er was very happy looking at the tree, because her body was the Tongtian Divine Tree, so she felt quite close to this golden tree.

"This is the remnant branch of the ancient divine tree Fusang. It is with this thing that the reincarnation fairyland can stand!" The white-haired Meng Po explained with a smile.

"It turns out that it is because of this divine tree that the reincarnation fairyland can improve the laws of heaven!" Mu Ling'er sensed the breath here, and she couldn't help but understand a lot in her heart.

Mu Ling'er was originally very sensitive to the natural wood spirit. She sensed that the golden light floating down from the Fusang tree was actually somewhat similar to the light runes formed by the rule power of Fang Yang's fairy world.

These runes fell on some ghosts, and instantly these ghosts were dispelled of the black air and death on their bodies, as if they were reborn.

"This place can complete some of the functions of the underworld in the past. If some ghosts did not do too many evil things in their lifetime and have the power of merit, they can easily come here, be blessed by the light of the laws of these Fusang sacred trees, get rid of the deathly aura on their bodies, and then enter the wheel of reincarnation to be reborn!" Meng Po explained with a smile.

"So that's it!" Mu Ling'er looked at the extremely tall Fusang sacred tree and felt very emotional. This Fusang sacred tree is several times larger than her body, and this is just the size of the broken branch. The original Fusang sacred tree is probably even bigger.

At this time, some golden runes seemed to be affected by the breath of Mu Ling'er.

These runes fell on her very gently. The runes fell on her and quickly merged into her body.

"These lights... actually entered my body..." Mu Ling'er was a little panicked.

"Don't worry, it's okay! It welcomes you!" White-haired Meng Po smiled.

Mu Ling'er couldn't help but feel warm in her heart.

This golden rune with wood energy quickly dissipated in Mu Ling'er's body, making her cultivation improve a little.

"These rule powers are very compatible with my original power. It is helping me practice!" Mu Ling'er said with a smile.

"Of course, I sensed the aura of the ancient witch Ju Mang from you! I guess it also felt that the ancient Fusang tree was once a good friend of the ancient witch Ju Mang!" Meng Po said with a smile.

"What kind of great god is the ancient witch Ju Mang?" Mu Ling'er asked curiously.