"here it is?" What appeared in front of Dongfang Liren was a luxurious and splendid palace. The palace is magnificent and splendid, completely different from the dilapidated ruins around it. In the middle of the palace stands a ten-meter-tall golden statue. The statue has a posture like that of a bodhisattva, radiating a holy golden light. It has three eyes on its face, six arms, and angel-like wings on its back. It looks kind yet majestic. Facing this statue, Dongfang Liren felt a strong sense of oppression. This is what Ye Qing just said, the owner of this Xuantian Holy Temple, the Xuantian Immortal Emperor of the ancient fairyland. Under normal circumstances, facing such a majestic statue, Dongfang Liren would not be able to help but kneel down devoutly, worship it, and pray for the other party to grant him great power. But at this moment, Dongfang Liren's eyes were extremely firm, without the slightest hesitation or wavering. This was the opportunity that Ye Qing had fought for her at the risk of his life.
Now, Ye Qing might be risking his life against the Pagoda Immortal King. How could I hesitate? Of course, Dongfang Liren didn’t know. At this moment, Ye Qing was not trying desperately to delay time. Instead, he treated the Pagoda Immortal King as a piglet to be killed, and tried out his various sword moves as he pleased. Although the Pagoda Immortal King is a phantom and immortal, he can still clearly feel the real pain when facing the power of immortal arts. Having just withstood the scorching sun, the Pagoda Immortal King's entire body was burned to charcoal, his eyebrows and hair were burnt off, and his entire body was shaking violently. However, Ye Qing had no intention of stopping. He gathered his spiritual power once again and poured it into the sword, ready to launch a move to destroy the demon. "Boy, I...I don't want to fight anymore..." The Pagoda Immortal King trembled and said, "You can just take the opportunity of the Xuantian Immortal Emperor. Can you please spare me?" "What? You're still not convinced?" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows, and said with interest, "Well, you are indeed a powerful person in the ancient fairy world, and you really have integrity!" "In that case, I will accompany you to the end!" "Slut!" "What the hell!" …… Dongfang Lirenqiang resisted the pressure and slowly walked forward to the statue of Xuantian Immortal Emperor. The statue's hands are clasped in front of the chest. In the palms of both hands, there was an exquisite jade box. The greatest opportunity of this Xuantian Holy Temple must be hidden in this jade box.
Under tremendous pressure, Dongfang Liren finally walked in front of the statue. He took a deep breath, held the jade box tightly with both hands, and tried his best to open it. The moment the jade box was opened, black and white fairy mist instantly roared out, surging like a huge wave. Dongfang Liren was standing at such a close distance that he couldn't block or dodge at all. She felt as if she had endured a horrific attack from an immortal, suffering severe internal injuries. Cracks appeared in her dantian, and scarlet blood flowed from the corners of her mouth. Thunder, rain, and dew are all gifts from God. For the tiny human race, the inheritance and gifts from the immortals are also an unbearable blessing. If it wasn't a Four Emperors-level warrior, but an ordinary human, he would have been torn into dust by this immortal power. Under the terrifying impact of the immortal power, Dongfang Liren gritted his teeth and relied on his willpower to persevere. After enduring an unknown amount of time of torture that felt like years, the impact of the black and white fairy power smoke finally subsided. Dongfang Liren took a closer look and found that there was a fruit in the jade box. The fruit is completely round, with a yin-yang Tai Chi pattern on the surface, half black and half white. Between the black and white colors, there is a yin-yang magatama inlaid. With Dongfang Liren's eyesight, he couldn't tell what this fruit was. However, the rich magical power and the subtle fragrance emanating from the fruit deeply attracted her attention. Dongfang Liren had a hunch that as long as he took this fruit, he would most likely become an immortal! Originally, she still had some concerns in her heart. After all, Ye Qing was fighting desperately, and it would seem a bit unethical for her to reap the fruits of victory alone. But on second thought, Ye Qing has already become an immortal, and this fruit may not be of much help to him. And Ye Qing had just told him personally that after he found the inheritance of the Immortal Emperor Xuantian, he should take it directly to make the phantom of the ruins disappear. Immediately, Dongfang Liren swallowed the fruit without any hesitation. After swallowing the fruit, Dongfang Liren felt a powerful immortal power filling his eight extraordinary meridians and finally gathering in his dantian. Under the cleansing of the immortal power, the injuries she had just suffered from the pressure were all healed in an instant. Moreover, one's own physical condition is also undergoing a complete transformation. Dongfang Liren could feel that his Dantian was constantly absorbing immortal power and gradually transforming into the immortal's Nascent Soul. She closed her eyes, emptied her mind and body, and slowly floated into the air. The power of this fruit was indeed pure and powerful, bringing her closer and closer to the path to immortality. Then, just as Dongfang Liren was feeling ecstatic and excited, and felt that he was about to directly reach the immortal realm. The next second, all the immortal power in her body suddenly disappeared, and the Nascent Soul that had already transformed halfway turned back into Dantian and fell to the ground with a thud. "What...what's going on?" Looking at his hands which were ordinary and no longer contained any immortal power, Dongfang Liren's eyes revealed a hint of disappointment.
But as she watched the statue in front of her and the surrounding temples slowly disappear, she realized that she had indeed succeeded in severing the connection between the fruit and the phantom of the ruins. He could only sigh helplessly, shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, and turned away helplessly. …… In the front hall, Ye Qing had just tried out the sixth style, Divine Destruction, and was preparing to experience the seventh style, Thunder God. But the surrounding ruins suddenly disappeared slowly and turned into black mist that dissipated. The scarred body of the Pagoda Immortal King gradually became illusory. "Finally... it's finally over..." The Pagoda Immortal King was so moved that he almost shed tears, "That girl is kind after all. She didn't let me suffer any more." Seeing this, Ye Qing sheathed his sword and was secretly disappointed. "What a pity. I was just a little short of trying the last two moves." "Pagoda Immortal King, it seems that we have not finished our fight yet. We can only continue it when we reach the Immortal Realm in the future." "This old man...this old man doesn't want to see you, this little devil, again!" The corner of the Pagoda Immortal King's mouth twitched slightly, but as he saw his body gradually dissipate and the pain gradually subsided, he felt relieved and smiled helplessly, "Forget it, with your talent and strength, it is destined for you to ascend to the immortal world." "Let's have another good fight when we reach the fairyland in the future." (End of this chapter)