Jiuyi Mountain.
Northwest Ci Province.
This place had been utterly transformed. It was dead and desolate, with yellow sand filling the sky and quicksand everywhere. The only green was a gigantic tree towering into the clouds, its aura still surging wildly!
In midair, facing the tree from afar, Pei Ling stood on air. His black robe was soaked through, countless drops of blood falling from it.
"If you still can't deal with the divine tree in half a quarter of an hour, I'll step in!"
Hearing the message in his ear, Pei Ling's brows knitted at once. He immediately sent a message back. "Half a quarter of an hour? Senior He, if I can't deal with it, what use would it be even if you stepped in?"
"I'm not being arrogant, but Senior He should be able to see that my saber Dao is nothing like it was when I fought you."
"Otherwise, Mountain Lord Tao wouldn't have lost so quickly just now!"
In the distance, He Fuqiong's gaze gleamed. He shook his head slightly and sent back in an even voice, "Your strength is indeed greater than last time."
"But our righteous path has its own methods, too."
At this, Pei Ling's brows furrowed even more. Half a quarter of an hour... Under the effects of [End of Dao Tilting Immortal], he would only grow stronger!
But as long as he couldn't destroy this divine tree with a single strike, it could continuously draw on the Earth Vein's power and return to its peak.
More importantly, if the divine tree drew on the Earth Vein's power one more time, the Sword God might not even give him half a quarter of an hour!
Now, he could only use an immortal art!
The trouble was, of the three immortal arts