After saying these words, Qingshui Xianjun put all his thoughts on this immortal body and concentrated on it.

On the side, Xia Fan watched quietly, and even held the source of thunder in his hand. However, because he didn't know the outcome of the battle between Qingshui Xianjun and the headless monster's autonomous consciousness, he did not take any action for the time being.

Nowadays, the descendants of the True Lord, the descendants of Mother Earth, and the clone of the Monkey King are either dead or run away. The rest of the ferocious beasts or human strongmen dare not come over to provoke their tiger whiskers. It can be said that there is no suspicious threat to Xia Fan and Qingshui Xianjun here.

At this moment, Qingshui Xianjun showed a struggling expression, sometimes ferocious, sometimes calm, and occasionally roared with his own consciousness, "You and I are one, why can't we exist independently?"

"Even if you want to take back the body, you don't have to kill me, right?"

"At worst, I can just find a new body..."

Although the immortal body's self-consciousness said so, Qingshui Immortal Lord did not respond at all. He just kept compressing the space of autonomous consciousness and did not let him escape from this body.

The two consciousnesses...seem to be in love and hate with each other!

While Xia Fan was watching the battle for autonomous consciousness between Qingshui Immortal Lord and the headless immortal body, he was also looking at the origin of thunder in front of him.

The origin of this thunder is wrapped up in bolts of lightning. If you don't feel it carefully, or if it occasionally releases a breath of origin, basically no one can discover it.

Perhaps because he possessed the Divine Thunder Technique, the origin of thunder was very quiet in his hands, and even showed a hint of friendliness.

This made Xia Fan feel at ease!

"Humph!"

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Qingshui Xianjun suddenly snorted coldly, attracting his attention.

The aura of this already complete immortal body was changing rapidly, and the sense of violence was becoming more and more intense.

He looked over with wide eyes, only to see the immortal body slap his head and the more majestic voice of Qingshui Immortal Lord rang out, "Evil creature!"

"If you develop independent consciousness and don't do whatever you want, I might even spare your life!"

"But look at what you have done..."

"It seems that Immortal Lord Qingshui knows what the headless immortal body did in the past..."

Xia Fan saw this and couldn't help but make this comment.

Back in the extreme south, he heard Qingshui Xianjun and Bingshuang talk about some of their previous experiences. He knew that Qingshui Xianjun had to seek ways to quickly improve his strength in order to fight against the demons.

Later, with the help of the father of the Emperor's daughter Bingshuang, he dismembered the body and suppressed it to avoid the disaster, but the deep distracting thoughts left over from his initial misguided path began to emerge and developed independent consciousness.

This is also the reason why the headless immortal body started killing people as soon as it revived.

At this time, Xia Fan finally figured out the reason why the headless immortal body was so cruel.

"Destroy it!"

Suddenly, Xia Fan heard the angry roar of Qingshui Immortal Lord. When he looked over, he found that the violent aura dissipated quickly like the tide, and the expression of the immortal body gradually returned to normal.

It seemed that after that roar, some consciousness completely dissipated.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, Qingshui Xianjun opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of clarity.

He nodded to Xia Fan, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your support this time, young friend. I will keep it in mind."

The other party's attitude and tone of voice were exactly the same as those of the Qingshui Immortal Lord whose head had transformed. Therefore, Xia Fan nodded slightly, with a hint of smile in his words, "You are too polite, Immortal Lord. I am just curious about how you took back this body." "Now, I have to congratulate you."

"From now on, the Immortal King can regain his confidence and make further progress."

"Hahaha, thank you for your kind words, my friend."

At this moment, Qingshui Immortal Lord was in a good mood. After apologizing to Xia Fan, he raised his hand and gathered the spiritual energy scattered from all directions of the world. When it was merged into his body, his aura surged wildly.

In just a short moment, he had already revealed the aura of an eighth-level cultivator!

Although Xia Fan didn't know what kind of aura the eighth level would emit for the time being, he knew that the aura emitted by Qingshui Xianjun was definitely far beyond the seventh level and was definitely not something that the seventh level could control. He couldn't help but be shocked.

After coming back to his senses, he once again congratulated Qingshui Immortal Lord, "Congratulations, Immortal Lord, on reaching the eighth level. There is no place in this world that you cannot go."

"My friend, you've got it."

Qingshui Xianjun waved his hand. Seeing that Xia Fan was almost at the eighth level, he pondered for a moment and said, "At present, although there are no eighth-level strongmen in this world, the world is changing drastically now. As time goes by, such beings will always appear."

"I just got this opportunity by chance, and it's not worth being arrogant."

"You know, the universe is mysterious and vast, and there are countless secrets waiting for people to explore. How can an eighth-level cultivator be able to fully handle the dangers?"

"So, even though you have reached the eighth level, you must not underestimate yourself, and you must not be greedy for success or rush into things, otherwise you will make a big mistake!"

As a person who has survived from ancient times and experienced that catastrophe, he knows the consequences of being greedy and reckless. He used this to remind Xia Fan, "My friend, your talent is rare in the world. If you follow the steps, you can still stay in the forefront for a long time. There is no need to pursue speed."

"But judging from your expression, you seem to know how to control the dark energy that enters your body?"

"You don't have to answer. It's your secret after all."

Qingshui Xianjun waved his hand and continued to talk to himself, "This trip to the Thunder Fairyland reminded me of some past events. Now I want to see how many of those guys from that time are still alive."

"So, my friend, just rest assured. I'm leaving now!"

After saying this, Qingshui Xianjun didn't even mention the origin of thunder and left directly.

This made Xia Fan feel very emotional.

When he came back to his senses, he looked at the Origin of Thunder in his hand and thought to himself, "Qingshui Xianjun has fought against the demons before, and has similar experiences to me, so he can naturally understand some things."

"Because of what happened before, he actually has some good feelings towards me, and he didn't even fight for the Origin of Thunder this time."

"In that case, I respectfully decline the offer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Fan swallowed the origin of thunder wrapped in lightning into his stomach, and at the same time refined it with his own strength.

In an instant, a large amount of thunder flashed around him, and the thunder in the sky of the Thunder Fairyland also rushed towards him, as if to drown him.

As time passed, a ray of golden lightning suddenly appeared, and at this moment it was a small snake that was happily wandering around him.

This is the effect of refining some of the essence of thunder.

Xia Fan felt the power and couldn't help but make up his mind, "Next, I have to step into the eighth level as soon as possible!"

(End of this chapter)