Just as Uncle Duan was silently reciting in his heart, deep in Bai Hong’s spiritual platform, a pair of eyes slowly opened, and a wisp of extremely strong spiritual thoughts rushed into the golden elixir in an instant!

Uncle Duan’s soul instantly sensed this terrifying power.

"You...who are you?"

Uncle Dun was a little scared on his face.

The wisp of divine thought slowly turned into a figure, unable to see clearly, and his whole body was covered with white light, just like an immortal god coming to the world. Compared to my uncle, this figure looked more like an immortal.

"Haha...Uncle, thank you for your gift, otherwise it would take at least thirty years for my half of my original body to be promoted to the realm of sainthood."

The white figure spoke, and the voice was very light and gentle, as if the breeze had blown.

But to my uncle, it seemed as if he had fallen into the depths of the thousand-year-old black ice, which made him feel cold all over.

What's the meaning?

Could it be that all the plans he made were all about making wedding dresses for this person?

"Who are you...?"

The shadow in Uncle Duan's heart remains unshakable.

Seeing that his plan was about to succeed, this person seemed to rush into an unpredictable direction as soon as he came out.

"Who? Well...you can call me, Baidi."

"Baidi!!!"

Uncle Duan's heart was filled with storm.

He practiced for hundreds of years, and naturally experienced the moment when the White Emperor overwhelmed the powerful people in the world more than a hundred years ago.

However, at that time, my uncle hurried on the mountain and did not dare to go down the mountain.

I was afraid of meeting this peerless strong man.

But...isn't it rumored that he has disappeared for a hundred years?

Why does it appear here?

What is my disciple?

Uncle Duan had countless confusions in his heart.

"It seems that you've heard my name."

The white figure was very relaxed and chuckled.

"Bai...Heronor Baidi, I...I..."

"I know what you want to ask, but for your pure cultivation and these preparations, I won't let you be a fool."

"This body, that is, your disciple "Bai Hong", can be regarded as my clone. I have planned for a hundred years, and you don't have to know what it is. What you just need to know is that when you showed malicious intentions, I already knew it very well, but I just kept hiding it."

"For, it is actually the same as you think, that is, to make your cultivation of your body and make your wedding dress for me, all of which are under my control."

"What a pity, if you truly accept Bai Hong as your disciple, I can also support you when I become a true immortal in the future..."

The white figure said lightly.

"I retreat now. Can you let me live?" Uncle Duan showed a glimmer of hope.

Baidi shook his head: "Let your life go, how can I be promoted to Shengsheng? Okay... You are not a fool, please go on your way with peace of mind."

"You... well, since you don't give me a dead end, I can only try how strong you are, a peerless strong man..." A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Uncle Duan's eyes.

"It's just futile."

Baidi shook his head slightly, raised his hand, and a white light shone.

Seeing the White Emperor take action, Uncle Duan felt cruel and a wisp of voice echoed through the void: "Grandmaster save me!"

Now he could only hope for Zhang Jing to come to rescue him. Now he finally understood where the faint throbbing in his heart came from.

Fortunately, Zhang Jing was called.

Otherwise, today will be a dead end.

The Baidi who had been planning for a hundred years was definitely not something he could resist. Zhang Jing, a powerful man with talent that was no less than that of Baidi, or even stronger, could only defeat Baidi's mind if he took action and cooperated with his uncle inside and outside.

Even if he merges with this half of the original body of Baidi, he will have the resources of a true immortal in the future!

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Outside the Linghu,

Zhang Jing's face became more and more serious. The black thunder in the sky was almost as strong as his full strength to attack, and the formation was about to collapse.

Zhang Jing breathed slightly and let out a long breath.

Since he promised Uncle Duan, he would do his best to help him, but it would not work if he wanted him to work hard, unless Uncle Duan was willing to swear and drive him for a hundred years.

"Boom!"

The formation below completely collapsed, and Zhang Jing stepped forward and asked to help him.

Just then, a sound suddenly rang.

"Governor save me!"

Zhang Jing's face changed, and he could hear this sound very clearly, which was exactly what Uncle Duan said.

"Did he encounter any difficulties below?"

It’s not for Zhang Jing to think secretly.

The protective formation was shattered, but Uncle Duan obviously still had other formations to block it, which would not endanger life in a short period of time. Moreover, he was outside, even if Uncle Duan didn't say it, he would take action.

But the sound was very fast. It was obvious that he encountered some fatal danger. It was definitely an accident during his practice.

"Well... go down and take a look. If you can help, please help."

In an instant, Zhang Jing made up his mind to go deep into the Linghu Lake.

But as soon as Zhang Jing made an action, the void was suddenly blocked, and an extremely terrifying aura suddenly burst out in front of him.

"Who is it!"

Zhang Jing felt an extremely terrifying danger in the dark. When the Red Dust Demon Sword was used, the blood and blood in his body were instantly mobilized, and the energy of heaven and earth trembled, as if Zhang Jing was about to take action at the next moment.

In the void just a hundred meters ahead of Zhang Jing, a pitch-black crack suddenly appeared, and a ray of white light flashed out of the crack and turned into a figure.

This figure stood in the void and instantly became the center of the world. People couldn't help but look at him, as if he was the dominant god in the world.

The figure is somewhat illusory, between the entity and the phantom.

Zhang Jing's heart was constantly throbbing, and the person in front of him brought him a great sense of danger. The black crack that had just appeared briefly made Zhang Jing's eyes shrink deep.

This is the void of the human world, and it was broken so simply by this person.

When Zhang Jing fought with all his strength, the demon dragon self-destructed the dragon ball, but there was only a gap in the void size of a palm. You can imagine how horrible this person was.

However, this also confirms Zhang Jing's conjecture that flashed by.

Generally, heaven and man hide into the void, but in fact they are just blending with the essence of heaven and earth. They are as powerful as Zhang Jing and can easily find their position. In his eyes, even if they are powerful saints, they cannot hide it.

But just when the aura was revealed, Zhang Jing had already investigated. There was no one within a radius of hundreds of miles, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

Now Zhang Jing figured it out, it turned out that this person was actually from the shattered void.

Who in the human world has such terrifying strength?

"Who is yours?"

Zhang Jing asked.

This guy who was shrouded in a glimmer of light was already stronger than the Northern Yan Saint Ancestor Murong Jue, whom he had seen in the Battle of Northern Yan.

Zhang Jing didn't know how much he was better.

It's just a little strange, who is such a strong man?

Such strength is almost the same even if you unify the world.

Hearing Zhang Jing's words, the figure emitting a gloomy light suddenly turned his eyes on Zhang Jing. With just a glance, Zhang Jing felt a sense of pressure.

The glimmer slowly dissipated, revealing an extremely handsome face.

Zhang Jing widened his eyes, feeling a little disbelief.

This face is like a carving of a god. If it is described in two words, it is perfect!

He has a more profound temperament.

Zhang Jing had never seen a real immortal. In his opinion, those celestial beings called immortals are somewhat inappropriate.

But in him, Zhang Jing felt that it was not an exaggeration to call him an immortal temperament.

Even though Zhang Jing was confident in his appearance, he couldn't help but sigh that he was not as good as he did.

However, Lord Zhang is not a handsome type. After years of fighting, Zhang Jing is more in line with the image of a martial arts powerhouse.
To be continued...