The giant python condensed from the mist looks the same as the original body, but anyone with a little knowledge of the fairy world will understand it.

This is nothing more than an external incarnation, an external incarnation that every immortal can condense after reaching the immortal level.

Of course, they only have the power of less than ten of their own bodies, but they are immortals, and they can truly crush all lower-level immortals.

Long Yang clearly saw the appearance of the giant python, and at that moment, he knew it clearly in his heart.

Once an external incarnation appears, it will be a great test for oneself.

Not to mention, he still doesn’t know what his own talent and bloodline are. Even if he knows, it is extremely nonsense to use human immortal cultivation to deal with the incarnation of heavenly immortal.

He gritted his molar teeth and looked at the scene in front of him. From the few words he said before, Long Yang knew that this was Qing Mowen's father.

If you want to kill his son, my incarnation will appear, which is very common sense.

However, he never expected that Qing Mowen's despair, which he had almost given up on before, was just an act, so that he was caught off guard at that moment.

Under the extreme impact of the immortal power, he subconsciously did not resist.

So much so that the blood began to boil everywhere in his body, and he suppressed it forcefully, so that he did not make a fool of himself at this critical moment.

"Isn't it amazing to have an external incarnation? I'm going to give it a try today."

Because of his unknown bloodline, Long Yang is now very swollen. If the endless energy is not fully vented at this moment, then it will be the darkest thing for him.

The runes on his forehead became even brighter, and Long Yang understood in his heart.

With my current means, if I want to please in front of such an incarnation, I have no other choice but to use my strongest power.

Even if the final result you are waiting for is still failure, you will try your best and have no regrets.

In an instant, the human form turned into a yellow dog again, and the golden light that filled its forehead spread again in an instant.

The loose seal did not fully unfold under its full strength, but the captured power always formed a powerful vortex.

It was so completely filled that it felt extremely powerful.

There was no pause in the extreme collision at this moment, and the interweaving of immortal power in the next second had completely filled the air with an absolute atmosphere.

At that second, huge power spread, and the surrounding weeds seemed to form a wave of flowers..

"Bang!"

The external incarnation condensed by the mist, even the anger has not been fully revealed, and the whole thing has begun to collapse on its own.

"This?" Even Long Yang himself felt extremely complicated at this moment.

Before, he had already prepared the mentality of giving it a try and succeeding or failing.

But why was it that at that moment, Mao's power was so terrifying that the incarnation of a majestic immortal could not even match his own?

The name Tietou Gong is really appropriate.

This situation is truly speechless.

“You!”

“Me!”

Qing Mowen, who was speechless, no longer knew how to express himself emotions.

At that second, he summoned the incarnation of his father.

I thought that this matter would be settled, even if I would be punished by the old man after I returned.

But as long as he solves the matter and brings Long Yang back intact, his merits will outweigh his faults.

What he never expected was that even though he summoned the incarnation of Lao Tzu, he failed. The collision from that end completely extinguished his ignited expectations again. .

How can we fight now? What kind of pervert has he provoked?

　"Don't, don't kill me!"

　"You, whatever you want? I, I can promise you..."

Subconsciously, I finally began to beg for mercy.

But Long Yang did not give him even the slightest chance.

He transformed into a human and fell with a sword.

Qing Mo Wen’s head was stamped down like this, with a look of extreme horror on his face.

Faced with such a cunning immortal who will never keep his promise, the only way to shut him up is to take his life and completely annihilate him in this fairy world.

Raising his arms, he looked at the forest where the fog was still lingering. From the liveliness before, it suddenly became bleak and quiet.

Dragging his body, which was in severe pain, he walked step by step towards the depths of the jungle. For some reason, he suddenly felt that such a way of living was so tiring.

So tired that even though he was full of energy, he still had the urge to sleep and never wake up.

"Perhaps, this is human nature, the most helpless part of survival in this fairyland, right?" He murmured to himself as he stepped forward.

There was a very strong premonition in my heart, as if there was a real secret waiting to be revealed.

That kind of emotion that he didn’t want to touch has always permeated Long Yang’s heart, but his reason told him that there are some things, some things, it doesn’t mean that he is unwilling to do them, then he can do it completely Ignore it.

Drink some water and rest for a while with your back against the ancient tree.

The flying thick fog still hasn’t dissipated, and the dew slapped on Long Yang’s body. The strange silence made him feel somewhat impetuous.

"Huh?"

The slightly rustling movement made Long Yang slightly alert.

He knew that there would be danger waiting for him deep in the jungle, and there would also be great opportunities.

But he never expected that as soon as he stopped for a while, the danger would follow him.

It really doesn’t let anyone rest for a moment.

The thick fog gradually dispersed in the next second.

The figures that have never condensed into substance are floating side by side.

"This is it?" Standing up.

Long Yang’s back broke out in cold sweat.

Looking at the way these figures were dressed and their almost empty eyes, he began to make some judgments in his heart.

This is the fairy soul.

Died violently on the battlefield, but still has an obsessed fairy soul left behind.

No wonder Qing Mo Wen knew before that there would be this secret or inheritance here.

This forest of confusion may have been an ancient battlefield before.

We just drove away the hungry wolf and here comes the tiger again.

These fairy souls now only have half the fighting instinct, but compared to their external incarnations, not only do they have an absolute advantage in numbers, but their attack power is not much lower than the incarnations.

"Young master, what kind of master have I offended? No one else has such luck."

Long Yang, who felt bitter in his heart and treated him sternly, was actually He knew in his heart that these immortal souls might be a good opportunity to test his current combat power, but they were also a reminder to his life.

If one doesn’t pay attention, one’s life will be lost without any accident.

At this second, survival seems to have suddenly become a luxury.

An extravagant wish that he didn’t even know how to think about.