"Yunhu changes?"

The Burial Emperor glanced at the white foxes all over the sky, raised his brows, and said half-smilingly: "Foxes are deceitful! It's a pity that no matter how clever and unpredictable you are, in the face of absolute strength, all this is in vain!"

After saying that, he stamped his foot.

The sky shook, the void tore apart, and countless tentacles stretched out from the darkness, wrapping up the tens of thousands of white foxes one by one, dragging them into the endless void, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"snort!"

Linghu Bai suddenly snorted coldly, and his body moved with the wind, soaring upward, like a Kunpeng flying in the sky, with majestic momentum!

White clouds and breeze gathered around him, turning into thousands of miles of wings, covering the sky and the sun, and swept towards the Burial Emperor above the sky.

"Well done!"

The Burial Emperor was full of energy, and raised his right hand high over his shoulder. The monstrous demonic energy surged out from his palm and instantly condensed into a sky-high demonic mountain, which suppressed Fengyun's wings fiercely.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the heaven and earth collapsed, and the space was shattered!

The surging mana swept in all directions, shattering every inch of land in Daluo Cave Heaven. Only the piece of sand protected by Wu Nian with a golden halo survived, like an ark, carrying the people of Nanxuan, floating in the sky.

Among the endless ruins.

The battle between the Burying Emperor and Linghu Bai could go through tens of thousands of changes in just a moment!

Everyone in Nanxuan was overwhelmed, they could only see the appearance of the spell, but they knew nothing about the laws of the universe and the principles contained in it, so they all felt a kind of hesitant fear in their hearts.

This kind of fear comes from deep within, as if standing in an endless wilderness surrounded by sights that one cannot understand, giving rise to a deep sense of powerlessness.

But there are also people with excited faces, staring at the sky, trying their best to capture the traces contained in these spells. Even if it is just a trace, it can be of endless use!

Most of these people are extremely talented, and their cultivation has reached the Tribulation Realm or above, so they can understand one ten thousandth of the Dao marks.

Liang Yan is also one of them.

But his eyes were as calm as water, and there was no excitement at all. He just quietly watched the fighting in mid-air.

The battle between Linghu Bai and the Buried Emperor will completely change the spirit of the Antarctic Immortal Continent, and at the same time determine the fate of thousands of living beings!

If Linghu Bai is defeated, then everyone will inevitably die. No matter how many traces are comprehended and how many spells are mastered, it will ultimately be futile.

As the Buried Emperor said: Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, fetching water from a bamboo basket is all in vain

Everyone in Nanxuan also knows this, but cultivators all have an obsession. As the saying goes, "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening." Even if their lives hang on a thread, it cannot stop their desire to understand the Tao.

As a result, in the Daluo Cave, the two saints were fighting, and everyone was watching in silence.

The divine monk Wu Nian silently protected the Nanxuan heroes, and at the same time, he also raided the formation for Linghu Bai.

After fighting for about a hundred moves like this, the Burial Emperor's momentum became more and more powerful. For nine days, the top of his head emitted a brilliant power, and the black light shone everywhere, making Linghu Bai unable to hide.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose straight into the sky, blowing away the chaotic black light around him, and then turned into an invisible big hand, grabbing the Burial Emperor from behind.

But it was Linghu Bai who found an opportunity in a desperate situation and launched a fierce counterattack.

"hehe."

The Buried Emperor sneered, but didn't see any action. A burst of demonic energy appeared out of thin air, and then turned into the shadow of the monster. He opened his mouth and swallowed the big breeze hand into his belly.

He casually dismissed Linghu Bai's magical power, and the sarcastic look in his eyes became even stronger. He suddenly flicked his finger, as if the space was vibrating, and the entire Daluo Cave sky trembled.

The nine black suns that were originally suspended in the sky fell at the same time, like nine huge black holes, slamming into Linghu Bai in the distance.

At this moment, powerful pressure locked every inch of space, and at the same time blocked all Linghu Bai's escape routes, making it impossible to escape!

"Linghu Bai, back then you almost died under this 'Nine Lights of Destruction' technique. Today I want to see what progress you have made?"

The Buried Emperor laughed loudly and clapped his palms together. The nine-round sun moved extremely fast. The black light enveloped Linghu Bai and absorbed all the white clouds and breeze around him.

At the same time, his protective aura was suppressed and distorted, and it looked like it might break at any time.

Such a scene fell into the eyes of the Nanxuan monks who were watching the battle from a distance, and they were all shocked.

"How could Emperor Burial of Heaven have such magical power! Even the Lord of Linghu City is no match for him?" Gui Wujiu said in horror.

Not just him, almost everyone felt a sense of despair in their hearts.

In their understanding, Linghu Bai's magical power reaches the heaven and the earth, and even the three saints of Bei Ming and Northern Ming can't suppress him, so he should be invincible in the world.

But I didn’t expect that the strength of the Buried Emperor was still higher than Linghu Bai!

"Beiming already has a large number of people, and Nanxuan relies on the support of City Master Linghu. I didn't expect that even he can't defeat the Burial Emperor. How can we have any hope?"

"Yes, it turns out that the Buried Emperor is so powerful. It's ridiculous that we still try to fight against Beiming. We are simply overestimating our capabilities!"

When the heroes of Nanxuan saw the power of the Buried Emperor, many were disheartened and no longer had any fighting spirit at all.

But Liang Yan's eyes were firm, staring at the figure in mid-air.

He believed that Linghu Bai would not be defeated so easily!

At the same time, Linghu Bai seemed to sense his gaze, and actually felt something in his heart, turning back and blinking at him.

"Huh?"

Liang Yan was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he saw Linghu Bai wave his sleeve, and a white folding fan appeared in his hand.

He unfolded the folding fan and drew a fairyland on it, where he saw mountains, mountains, mist, waterfalls, springs, and towering ancient trees!

call!

Linghu Bai suddenly opened the folding fan, and the fairyland in the painting actually appeared in the mid-air, with dense purple air rising into the sky, making the entire Daluo Cave sky become confusing and imaginary.

The nine-round black sun of the Buried Emperor fell from the sky and fell into Linghu Bai's fairyland. The black light was swallowed up by the mist, and the overbearing demonic energy also sank into the clouds and mist, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

"What a Linghu Bai! You actually have such a method? Could it be that you deliberately hid it last time?"

There was a strange light in the eyes of the Burial Emperor, a look that could see through everything.

Linghu Bai smiled slightly but did not answer.

He placed the precious fan on top of his head and quickly kneaded the secret in his hand. In an instant, strong winds rose from all directions, turning into seven or seventy-nine flying knives, soaring upward into the sky.

"Sacred Wind Killing Sword!"

The Emperor's pupils shrank slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"You really hid your strength!"

Before he finished speaking, the Burial Emperor raised his palms together, and powerful demonic energy fell from the sky, turning into huge palm prints, blocking the forty-nine "Sacred Wind Killing Swords".

The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, then suddenly there was a loud noise, the palm print collapsed, and the flying knife broke!

The powerful aftermath of the mana tore the void apart. Not only Daluo Cave Sky, but also the mysterious fairyland summoned by Linghu Bai was shattered to pieces.

At this moment, countless space cracks appeared above Daluo Cave Sky, and chaotic space storms swept in all directions.

As powerful as the Buried Emperor, he was also blocked for a moment by the power of the "Sacred Wind Killing Sword".

But he quickly stabilized his body, then used his magic eyes to find Linghu Bai's location through the twisted spatial turbulence.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, don't even think about escaping this time!"

The Buried Emperor sneered, stepped forward, crossed the void, and was in front of Linghu Bai in an instant.

Unexpectedly, Linghu Bai did not show a trace of panic, but instead smiled slightly.

"Buried Emperor, you underestimate me."

Before he finished speaking, a white glow suddenly bloomed between the two of them. In the glow, a small white tripod was faintly seen. There were countless cloud patterns on the tripod, which looked full of fairy spirit.

Linghu Bai made a secret with his left hand and patted it lightly with his right hand.

A white light flew out from the small white cauldron, spanning thousands of miles, completely tearing apart the surrounding space, and involving the two figures at the same time.

"Baiyun Feixianding?"

The Emperor's pupils shrank, as if he realized something, and he pinched the magic formula in his hand urgently, trying to leave the coverage of the white light.

But by this time it's too late.

The white light flashed away, and everyone watching below had no time to react. They just blinked and the small white cauldron had disappeared.

Also missing were Linghu Bai and Buried Emperor.

For a moment, everyone was stunned, and the entire Daluo Cave was eerily quiet.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone said softly: “Where are the Lord Linghu and the Buried Emperor?”

"Disappeared." Gu Tian closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then said slowly: "They are no longer in this world."

"Did they decide the winner? Who won?" Someone asked the most concerning question.

"It's still early." Gui Wujiu shook his head and sighed: "The magic power of these two people is so powerful that it is far beyond our understanding. I think this battle has just begun. Both of them have

I haven’t used my full strength yet.”

"Then why have they disappeared?"

"There is only one possibility. In order to prevent the magic power from affecting us, Lord Linghu took the initiative to change the battlefield and took Emperor Buried Heaven to another dimension."

"I see"
To be continued...