Chapter 1664: People from the Spirit World, Nothing More Than This

Feeling the cold fist light, a look of horror finally emerged on Lingxiao's face.

In this fight, he used all kinds of magic weapons and magical powers, but Ye Chunyang didn't show a single move, he only used one punch!

At first, when Ye Chunyang defeated the pagoda and rescued everyone in Qingmu, Lingxiao could still remain calm. But now with his elusive movement and the fact that he killed all his demonic birds with one sword, Lingxiao could not suppress the horror in his heart.

"No matter how strong your body is, you can never compete with me. In front of us people in the spiritual world, you monks in the lower world are just ants and can never be compared with us." Ling Xiao shouted.

Seeing the fist light coming, he chanted the formula quickly, and a layer of misty light shrouded his body, chopping down on his body like a battle armor. It seemed ethereal and light, but it revealed an indestructible defensive power.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes, and the power in his body gathered into his fists, crashing down towards Lingxiao like thunder.

"boom!"

Ye Chunyang's golden fist fell hard, and a wave of air erupted behind Lingxiao, destroying a ten-mile radius. The armor condensed with secret techniques also appeared in an instant, full of cracks.

Lingxiao's pupils shrank, and there was a muffled sound in his body. It was the sound of the liver breaking, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out from his mouth.

"you……"

Lingxiao's body arched up, and huge shock filled his eyes.

No one knows the power of this set of defensive armor better than him. Not to mention that Ye Chunyang is only a low-level monk with a perfect Personalized Spiritual Realm. Even a strong man in the Cave Heaven Realm may not be able to break through it.

At this moment, he was beaten to death by Ye Chunyang's punch, which made Ling Xiao feel unbelievable.

Outside Tianmo Cliff, everyone actually heard the muffled sound of Ye Chunyang's fist breaking through Lingxiao's armor. Seeing Lingxiao motionless at this moment, with his internal organs constantly shattered, they suddenly felt a turmoil in their hearts.

Even though they were far away, they could clearly see the battle in the field, and the muffled sounds coming from Lingxiao's body hit their hearts like heavy drums.

From the beginning to the end, Ye Chunyang fought under the pressure of Lingxiao, easily dispelling the opponent's secret skills. It was obvious that his strength was far greater than what appeared on the surface.

"Is this Ye Chunyang really a soul cultivator?" Fairy Huoyun said with a pale face.

It was rumored that Ye Chunyang had established himself as the number one soul cultivator in the Northern Territory in a battle at Linshan a few years ago, but how could this battle have anything to do with soul cultivation?

"How strong is his strength?" Ancestor Wuji was stunned.

He had no doubt that if he fought with Ye Chunyang, he might not be able to survive half a round.

"Such a person is really terrifying!" Taoist Tianhua looked sad.

Thinking back on the time when powerful men from all their sects gathered here, all of them were incomparably powerful, and threatened to take Ye Chunyang down for questioning, now I can't help but feel ridiculous in retrospect.

"How could I lose..."

On the Demon Cliff, Ling Xiao's eyes were red, revealing deep disbelief.

He could feel that his meridians and internal organs were all shattered by Ye Chunyang's blow. The reason why he was able to hold on until now was entirely because of his profound magic power.

Although this is just his clone, which can only display the cultivation level of Dongtian Realm, it is an unbeatable existence in the Northern Territory. I can't believe that Ye Chunyang defeated him with just a few punches.

"People from the spirit world are nothing more than that." Ye Chunyang looked as calm as if he were looking down at an ant.

Three hundred years ago, Ye Chun traveled across the spiritual world and killed countless powerful monks. How could he take this mere clone of the Cave Heaven Realm in his eyes?

Ye Chunyang retracted his fist, quickly clasped his palm back, and held down Ling Xiao's head, sending huge spiritual thoughts towards his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Searching for Gods!"

"Ye Chunyang, you dare to explore my sea of ​​consciousness!"

Lingxiao was furious. A great monk in the spiritual world was actually being used to explore the Sea of ​​Knowledge by searching for gods. This was simply a great shame.

"There's nothing wrong with exploring your sea of ​​consciousness. You can clone yourself into the lower world. Do you want to know some ways to return to the spiritual world?" Ye Chunyang sneered.

He originally planned to re-cultivate to the stage of divine transformation before ascending to the spirit world. Unexpectedly, Lingxiao, the clone of the spirit world monk, came to his door. How could Ye Chunyang let him go?

Moreover, in order to seek revenge on him, this person deliberately took his name to commit murder, so Ye Chunyang naturally had no mercy.

"Hahaha……"

"Ye Chunyang, it seems that you are crazy? I am a monk in the spiritual world. With your current level of cultivation, it would be too fanciful to think of using the God-Searching Technique on me!"

Ling Xiao was furious at first, and then laughed disdainfully.

The God-Searching Technique can only be used on people whose cultivation level is lower than his own. Even though Ye Chunyang's spiritual thoughts are powerful, his level of cultivation is not as good as him. It is impossible to search his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Really?" Ye Chunyang looked calm and said: "If you are here, I naturally can't search for your soul. At the moment, I can only distinguish the avatars, and there is no soul. Anyone with a little soul cultivation can easily Search your sea of ​​consciousness.”

"How do you know that my clone has no soul?" Ling Xiao's expression suddenly changed.

Ye Chunyang smiled and said nothing, and his spiritual thoughts suddenly surged towards Lingxiao's sea of ​​consciousness like a torrent.

"Ye Chunyang! How dare you!"

"Even if you explore my sea of ​​consciousness, you will never return to the spirit world!"

Lingxiao roared.

Ye Chunyang ignored it. Before unlocking the God-killing Curse, he naturally didn't know that monks in the spiritual world could clone themselves into the lower world. Now that he has recovered his memory from three hundred years ago, he can also recall some things about the spiritual world.

Not everyone in the spiritual world can go down to the realm. It is one of them when they need to break through the realm. The most important thing is that the spiritual realm monks are suppressed by the laws of the interface. They cannot go down to the realm and can only transform into clones to act on their behalf.

The clone only has a wisp of the original soul. Apart from the original memory, it is impossible to place the original spirit in it. With Ye Chunyang's spiritual cultivation, it is not difficult to search the soul of such a puppet.

Since this person can split himself into the lower world, there may be other ways to return to the spiritual world.

At this moment, something strange happened!

In the sky, a dazzling seven-color light suddenly flashed, like a rainbow bridge, piercing through the sky and earth, and instantly rushed between the two.

"Boom!"

The dazzling seven-color light waves spread like a tide, and the Wuji ancestors and others outside the Sky Demon Cliff vomited blood one after another, like ants being trampled to death, falling from the sky fiercely.

Ye Chunyang's expression changed slightly.

The seven-color rainbow light exuded a powerful spiritual pressure, which made him feel a little suffocated. Before he could take any action, the seven-color rainbow light suddenly gathered and turned into a huge hand covering the sky and slapped it down.

Ye Chunyang backhanded and urged, and without thinking, he sacrificed eighty-one swords of death. The Great Thousand Sword Formation was formed and confronted the big hand head-on.

The dazzling rainbow of light spread from the air, the surrounding mountains were shattered, and the swords were pushed back by the big hand.

At this time, Ye Chunyang vaguely saw a hazy figure appearing in the colorful rainbow of light, like a young man, and his appearance could not be seen clearly under the cover of the rainbow of light.

"Save me!"

Lingxiao saw the figure in the rainbow of light, and his face showed ecstasy, and he shouted hurriedly.

The man turned his head, grabbed the sky-covering hand, lifted him up, and quickly fled into the distance.

"Want to leave?"

Ye Chunyang's face sank, and the eighty-one swords absorbed the sunlight, and the thunder surged, rushing straight to the colorful rainbow of light.

"Hmph!"

The figure in the colorful rainbow of light snorted coldly, and a colorful light column rushed out with his backhand, tearing the sky and the earth and entering the sword formation.

In the air, lightning intertwined, and the colorful rainbow light swept like a shocking tide. The Daqian Sword Formation, which had been invincible in the past, was actually imprisoned. Then the figure's big hand grabbed it, and it seemed that he was going to take away the eighty-one flying swords in one fell swoop.

Ye Chunyang saw the other party's move, and a sneer flashed in his eyes. Then, his soul in the sea of ​​consciousness was agitated, and he controlled the sword with his mind. The eighty-one swords made a clanging sound, drew a dazzling streak, and broke free from the confinement.

These eighty-one swords had been sacrificed with his blood, and they had already contained spirituality. How could others control them?

"Huh?"

The figure in the rainbow seemed a little surprised. After looking at Ye Chunyang deeply, he didn't want to fight. He grabbed Lingxiao, controlled the rainbow bridge, and continued to escape into the sky.

Ye Chunyang jumped up to chase, but the other party's flying technique was incomparably magical. After a few flashes, he directly tore through the void and disappeared.

As his mind swept around, Ye Chunyang's expression gradually became gloomy.

With his soul cultivation, he couldn't even sense the other party's trace, which showed how high his cultivation was.

"Who is this person? Why is his aura so familiar?"

When they fought just now, Ye Chunyang felt that the other party seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but the other party covered his face with rainbow light, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

"It's a pity that the person was rescued and I couldn't search the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, otherwise I could get more information."

Ye Chunyang's mind flashed. The man just interrupted his soul search technique, otherwise he could get some clues from Lingxiao. In this world, it might not be so easy to find this person.

After the incident subsided, Tianmo Cliff returned to silence. The cultivators of various sects who were pressed to the ground by the seven rainbow lights took a long time to recover, and their faces were full of shock.

The three Jindan realm perfect strongmen, Wuji Patriarch, Tianhua Taoist, and Huoyun Fairy, looked at each other and flew to Ye Chunyang silently.

"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Ye. We almost misunderstood you before, please forgive us."

The three bowed and clasped their fists, with an extremely respectful look.

For hundreds of years, they have lived in seclusion in various places and ignored worldly affairs. When they first heard of Ye Chunyang's title as the number one soul cultivator in the Northern Territory, they were quite disdainful of it. Today's battle completely changed their attitude.

Being able to crush a cultivator of the Cave Heaven Realm with his physical body, how could they reach such strength?

In front of such a great man, they can only look forward to him.

Qingmu also came with a complicated expression.

He had many things to ask, but in the end he didn't say a word, just smiled at the young man in front of him.

Ye Chunyang waved his hand and didn't explain anything.

He flew down on the cloud, looked at Qingmu and others, and asked: "Do you know who the person who took action is?"

The three Wuji ancestors tried hard to recall, and finally shook their heads in surprise.

"This person can save people from the hands of fellow Taoists, which shows that his Taoism is profound. We have been practicing in seclusion for nearly three hundred years, and we have never heard of such a master appearing in the Northern Territory." Wuji ancestor said.

Ye Chunyang didn't hold out hope for this, and didn't ask any more questions after hearing this.

But judging from the fact that that person rescued Lingxiao, could he also be someone from the lower world of the spirit world?