The cultivation of the strongest ancestor

"Witch Spirit!" someone

in the hall recognized the identity of the visitor.

The witch spirit, known as the legend of the Southern Regions,

is rich and rivals the country.

The authority is monstrous.

"I can't imagine that anyone knows me here. Wu Ling's cold gaze swept over everyone, and he sneered, "Since that's the case, let's send you to ascend to heaven with the Ye family." "

Audacious.

The breath on his body was revealed, and the momentum of Yuanying's peak oppressed everyone.

Wu Ling looked at Ye Changsheng contemptuously, but he didn't make a move at the first time, "Although I can't see through your cultivation, they say that you are an immortal, I don't believe it."

"Originally, I didn't want to fight with you, but I just broke off the enmity after the end, and I didn't share the heavens, so I had to ask your whole clan to ascend to heaven to comfort my son's spirit in the sky. "

When a person in a high position looks at the cultivation of a person in a lower position, he should be able to see through it at a glance, and a person in a lower position will not be able to detect it when he looks at a person in a high position.

But the witch spirit is the pinnacle of the primordial infant and the first person under the gods.

Unless it is a god, he can't see it, but if he is an advanced god, his body's spiritual power is turned into divine power, and there are gods three feet above his head, none of these Ye Changsheng have.

And when a saint is born, the barrier of the Southern Regions will be shattered, so it can't be a saint.

And he couldn't see Ye Changsheng's cultivation, which made him difficult for a while and didn't make a move.

"Don't be afraid of him, our family master is an immortal!" Yun

Ze, the hall master of the Ice and Fire Palace, took the lead in chanting.

"Yes, the head of the family is an immortal, you don't believe it, damn it.

"This person offended Xianwei, please kill the head of the family immediately." "

Please kill the head of the family immediately to prove the immortal power!" Everyone

looked down on the witch spirit in words, but their bodies were very honest, and they retreated to Ye Changsheng's side together.

They all knew that they were no match for the Witch Spirit.

Cultivation, one level at a time, they cultivate to the highest, the middle of the Yuan Infant, and the witch spirit, the peak of the Yuan Infant, the difference of two levels, not to mention fighting, scared to pee.

Ye Changsheng rubbed his temples that kept beating, one head was two big, and he also proved that he was immortal.

If Lao Tzu was a saint, he would have slapped him to death a long time ago.

Ye Changsheng could clearly feel the momentum coming from the witch spirit, and he could sense that it was indeed not ordinary, and it was different from normal people.

Cold.

If there is a dark cover.

It feels ominous.

Without raising his eyebrows, he waved his hand calmly, "I remember that your cultivation is not easy, and I can't bear to hurt you, so I will retreat, and I will no longer pursue it."

"Immortals are indeed immortals, so merciful.

"Immortals are generosity. "

Wu Ling, the immortal has spoken, what are you still standing here for, don't leave as soon as possible, you really want to die!" A

group of people pointed at the Wu Ling, the fox and the tiger were mighty, and their backs were against the big tree to enjoy the shade.

"Joke, I want to see what kind of immortal he is today!" Wu

Ling took a step.

The momentum was surging like a wave.

Overwhelming.

The hall of the Ye family is like a flat boat in the sea, crumbling.

He glared at Ye Changsheng, "Use any means, otherwise you won't have a chance." "

Alas. Ye Changchang sighed, looking at the witch spirit's gaze, full of pity, "I thought that your cultivation is not easy, and I don't want to hurt you, who knew that you were so obsessed, it's just that."

Ye Changsheng suddenly got up, and Wu Ling was so frightened that he took a step back.

He didn't know the depth of Ye Changsheng, others said that he was an immortal, although he didn't believe it, he had to be careful.

"Alas. Ye Changsheng let out a long sigh again, with a compassionate expression on his face, "That's it." The

witch spirit was in full swing, and the sword box on his back trembled.

Ye Changsheng's eyes were closed, and he had a sense of Zen, and suddenly, the roof of the Ye family's hall was lifted by a powerful force.

Purple

starlight fell from the sky and fell on Ye Changsheng.

In an instant, a purple star appeared above Ye Changsheng's head, evolving all kinds of divine objects, such as the three-legged round tripod, the green dragon copper kettle, the Zhuxian Divine Sword, and other divine objects, exuding a terrifying aura.

"This is ......" Wu Ling was dumbfounded, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Boom!

The purple light that obscured the sky and the sun flooded half of the Southern Regions.

Between heaven and earth, there is silence.

Above the sky.

The stars tremble.

A purple qi came from the east and spread for 30,000 miles.

"This is a true saint!" the

witch spirit was dumbfounded.

Throughout the ages, only when a saint is born, there will be a sign of purple qi coming from the east, and Ye Changsheng confirmed this.

The purple qi rolled upside down and entered Ye Changsheng's body.

The aura of Hongmeng flows all over the body, and the two qi of yin and yang are entangled, hazy and chaotic, and the true face is not visible.

It took a long time to hear Ye Changsheng's words, "Wu Ling, I don't think it's easy for you to practice, I don't want to hurt you, but now you still want to fight with me?"

Wu Ling bent his waist, his momentum plummeted, and he shook his head decadently, "The immortal is worthy of being an immortal, he is being ignorant, please forgive the immortal, and leave now." Hearing

his words, Ye Changsheng nodded calmly.

I can't imagine the saint's vision that comes with the system, it's quite awesome.

It seems that the higher the level of the saint's vision, the more effective it is.

On the contrary, people of low rank are like sitting in a well and watching the sky, not knowing how wide the sky is, but they will not believe it.

......

The Ye family is hundreds of miles away, twilight West Mountain.

There is a white-haired old man sitting on the top of the mountain, his eyebrows and eyes are open and closed, there is a star universe inside, the vast universe, he looks at the Ye family from a distance, his eyes through the layers of mist.

"Immortals?" the old man suddenly laughed, "But the gorgeous and unreal saint aura is actually regarded as an immortal, a disaster of the immortal path."

Lips squirmed, and a voice fluttered in the wind, instantly spanning hundreds of miles and reaching the ears of the witch spirit.

The witch spirit, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped, turned to Ye Changsheng and asked, "I still have something unclear, and I ask the immortals to solve my doubts."

He frowned, looked at Ye Changsheng, his eyes were full of starlight, and in the sword box, the sword roared non-stop, and his breath reached the pole again.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Changsheng felt the change, his brows furrowed, and he also noticed through the system that hundreds of miles away, there were people watching on the Dusk West Mountain.

It turns out that there are people behind the witch spirit.

"Murder. Wu Ling Sensen smiled, "I thought about it, Wu Lin is my son, and he is also the last person of my Wu clan's orthodox bloodline, he is dead, I have no hope of living, I want to ask the immortals to give him death!"

Ye Changsheng frowned, his eyes always looked in the direction of Dusk West Mountain, and sure enough, someone had always been targeting the Ye family.

"Hmph. Ye Changsheng snorted coldly, "I read that your cultivation is not easy, and I want to let you live, but you are so unrepentant!" "

Needless to say, please give the immortal death!" Wu

Ling said coldly.

The

sound of swords.

The sword box behind his back exploded, sending sawdust flying.

A mouthful of purple gold swords happily flew out of the sword box!

Wandering to his side, each sword seemed to be given life.

He is happy, the sword is happy, he is angry, the sword is angry, he wants to kill, the sword will kill.

With the snap of the witch spirit's fingers, the sword roared.

"Please give the immortals death!".