Sang Yongyuan's face changed greatly, and he hesitated for a while, knowing that if he disobeyed, he was afraid that his life would be in danger, so he reluctantly took out a booklet from the storage bag, and without a long move, the booklet was in his hand, although he had no intention of killing this person, but he didn't mind killing him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sang Yongyuan's face turned even paler, it turned out that it was not the arrogant guy who was really powerful, but this young man who didn't look very old.

The cover of the booklet is called "Demon Cultivation Gong", which tells how to perceive demonic energy, how to introduce it into the body, and how to store it in the dantian, and how to reduce the damage of demonic energy to oneself.

This exercise is similar to ordinary spiritual exercises, except that the aura is replaced with demonic energy.

The only difference is that the meridians have to be tempered for a long time to adapt to the demonic energy.

Wu Chang nodded, since he had encountered it, he couldn't let go of this demonic qi, he used his spiritual sense, drove the demonic qi with exorcism, and put the demonic qi into the jade bottle that had been prepared a long time ago.

Two hours later, the feats were completed, the purpose of the trip had been achieved, and he did not stop, but flew back with the colorful wings.

Sang Yongyuan checked the demon bones on the ground, all of them had turned into ordinary bones, and there was no trace of magic power, and even the demonic qi in the surrounding valley was nowhere to be found.

It's good that the exercises are gone, but I remember most of them, this damn spiritual cultivation actually destroyed his cultivation array, Sang Yongyuan wanted to cry without tears, "You are a spiritual cultivator, what are you doing with my demonic qi?"

He looked at the skull in his arms and said to himself, "Fortunately, the most important thing has not been lost, and everything can start again in another place." ”

Suddenly, the skull flew out of his hand, turned back without a long time, looked at him coldly, put the skull away, and went away.

Sang Yongyuan cried on the ground, "Let me die!"

Wu Chang has self-knowledge, and he does not dare to go to the Desperate Desert now.

"I thought you were going to go there on an adventure, and it was better not to go. Caiyi replied happily.

"I do want to go, but curiosity kills. ”

The two flew out of the valley and landed on top of a hill, and took out the skull to look at it carefully.

He was stunned to find that there was a trace of remnant soul left in this skull, which was very weak, but it was always circulating.

There are no formations in the skull, no other mechanisms, only demonic energy.

The remnant soul depends on the demonic energy to survive.

Demonic energy can be used as a basis for the soul!

"What are you robbing people of this thing, how unlucky!" Caiyi pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Nothing, I'm just curious and want to study it. ”

Wu Chang said, suddenly raised his head, and a sword light that seemed to be there cut through the night sky, and flew towards him quickly from an extreme distance, and the speed was many times faster than his spirit sword!

"Lingxia Sect Sword Cultivation!" "Wu Da was shocked, "And it's a sword cultivation of the Jiedan, and its combat power is comparable to that of Yuan Ying, it's broken!"

The sword light was close in the blink of an eye, the sword light dispersed, and a cold middle-aged man stood in the air, his eyebrows were like knives, his eyes were full of starlight, and the sword light between his eyebrows was compelling, this person was like a sword, and boundless sword qi burst out all over his body!

The man asked indifferently, "You are Yuan Wuchang?"

Wu Chang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, I didn't do it as soon as I came up, it's best not to fight him, it's important to save my life!"

There was only one person in the Lingxia Sect's sword cultivation period, and that was the Elder Zuo Qingzhou on the Sword Peak, so he bowed down and asked, "But Uncle Zuo?"

The man looked him up and down: "Yes, the foundation has been built in a few years, yes, my name is Zuo Qingzhou, and I am in charge of Sword Peak." ”

He looked at Caiyi again, and said, "Who is he?"

Caiyi hurriedly hid behind Wu Chang.

Wu Chang explained: "Uncle Zuo, this is a Taoist friend I met during my training. ”

"Daoyou?" Zuo Qingzhou sneered: "Is it from the Yunxiao Sect or from the Yuan Sect?

Wu Chang's mind turned sharply, secretly planning a countermeasure, but his face looked innocent, "Senior Uncle Zuo, I don't know Ling Han, what kind of cultivation is he?"

Zuo Qingzhou snorted coldly, "You still have to quibble!" Ling Han died in the Endless Forest, you happened to be there at that time to do a mission, don't say that it wasn't you who did it, Master Yi ordered a thorough investigation of this matter, I found that you are the most suspicious, I don't want you to hide here far away, I only got the information recently, Master Yi ordered me to come and clean up the portal, what else do you have to say?"

Wu Chang sighed: "If you want to add to the crime, there is no excuse, I have been with Senior Sister Su Yue at that time, and I have never seen Ling Han, you can go and ask Su Yue." ”

Zuo Qingzhou's face showed impatience, "That Su Yue didn't know why she sheltered you, but there is one thing you don't know, I have found Ling Han's spirit sword, and I also asked Wang Haizhi and others, at that time, you led the demon scorpion away, and the spirit sword happened to be on the way, don't say that you didn't do it!"

Wu Chang remembered the situation when he killed Ling Han, after which he burned Ling Han and the demon scorpion, and later destroyed the spirit sword and buried it, but it was something wrong here.

But he defended in his mouth: "Uncle Zuo, at that time, I went to the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest to do a task, but I was only practicing the fourth layer of qi, how could I have the ability to kill, Ling Han may have been killed by a master of another faction." ”

Zuo Qingzhou shook his head lightly and said, "It's useless, tell me how you destroyed that sword, and I'll let you go." ”

Wu Chang was shocked: "Oh no! He intends to be chaotic, how should this be good?"

Of course, that spirit sword was absorbed by Chaos to become an iron sword, and it must have been discovered by Zuo Qingzhou, and the secret of Chaos must not be revealed, even if he handed it over, this Zuo Qingzhou would be killed even if he had no killing intent.

This matter can't be good, if you don't have to grit your teeth, then let's fight!

Forced to a dead end, only to fight to the death!

Wu Chang said in a loud voice: "Yes, Ling Han was killed by me, he wants my life, how can I give it to him, I have no choice but to fight back." ”

Zuo Qingzhou said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, hand over your magic weapon!"

He thought that the only one who could destroy the spirit sword and kill Ling Han was the old monster above the Yuan Infant Stage who made a magic weapon.

Wu Chang made a helpless look, pulled out the spirit dagger from his leg, and threw it over.

This thing has no role at all in the battle with the Jiedan Sword Cultivator, and can only be used to confuse the enemy.

Zuo Qingzhou stretched out his finger and flicked it, the spirit dagger suddenly fell into pieces, and he was furious: "You lie to me! This is just a broken sword, how can you smash Ling Han's spirit sword!"

"What's the matter with you!, run away!" Wu Chang said, tossing the skull in his other hand to the left.

Caiyi had already prepared to escape, and immediately flew up, fleeing in two directions with Wuchang.

Zuo Qingzhou's sword eyebrows were raised, and he dodged to dodge, but the skull was whirling under the exorcism, and the vultures attacked, Zuo Qingzhou's eyes flashed, and a sword light suddenly appeared, splitting the skull in half, and he suddenly roared: "Thief An dare! ”

Sword cultivation has been refining the natal flying sword since the foundation building period, the spiritual consciousness enters the sword, the sword and the god are one, and all the power is on the sword, the flying sword pierces the skull, and the jade bottle containing the demonic qi inside, the flying sword touches the demonic qi, the aura and demonic qi are incompatible, the flying sword is polluted by the demonic qi, and the sword light suddenly looks dim.

Zuo Qingzhou was furious, and with a finger of his hand, a sword light was as fast as lightning, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on the head of Caiyi, who was far away, and his body fell down.

The sword light turned around and flew towards Wuchang.

I didn't expect the tainted flying sword to be so sharp, and I was sad in my heart when I killed the colorful wings easily, but this was not the time to be sad, so I pulled out the spirit sword on my waist and struck at the flying sword.

"Zheng!" the spirit sword broke in response, and the flying sword entered through the chest.

Wu Chang held the blade of the sword fiercely, allowing the flying sword to cut his hand to reveal Bai Sensen's phalanges, but he clenched it desperately and refused to let go.

Zuo Qingzhou sneered disdainfully, "You want to take my flying sword, delusional!"

He was about to fly away, when suddenly the damn guy turned around and smiled at him, his smile mixed with pain, and it looked extremely weird.

That's when a big change struck.

A mist suddenly flew out of the crack in the stone at the top of the peak, and suddenly swelled, covering the left light boat.

It was the preparation that Wu Chang made when he finally quibbled with him, hiding the chaos under his feet and flying out when Zuo Qingzhou's mind was attracted.

He didn't dare to attack directly with Chaos, and it was very likely that Zuo Qingzhou's cultivation would easily dodge, and then he would have no room to fight back.

A good Zuo Qingzhou, actually in danger, with a thick layer of spirit shield on his body, although the spirit shield was quickly dissolved by chaos, Zuo Qingzhou broke through the chaos and rushed towards Wuchang.

Sword cultivation has grown up in countless battles, and the fighting experience is extremely rich, not comparable to ordinary monks, otherwise how can the combat power be comparable to Yuan Ying.

Zuo Qingzhou had already arrived in front of Wu Chang, and was about to kill the enemy with a remote flying sword, when there was a sudden sharp pain in his head, and it was Wu Chang who attacked with his spiritual sense.

Although Zuo Qingzhou escaped from the chaos, his aura on his body was greatly damaged, and his spiritual sense was also a little stagnant, but his will was unbreakable, he endured the pain, gathered his spiritual consciousness and prepared to fight back, but the pain in his brain continued.

Wu Chang clenched the flying sword tightly, preventing it from breaking free, and at the same time, the spiritual impact continued to be released, attacking Zuo Qingzhou's brain domain, not daring to pause slightly.

He didn't dare to be distracted to drive chaos, as long as Zuo Qingzhou was given a little room to fight back, he would be the first to die.

At this time, there is no way back, either you die or I die.

The psionic attacks kept going out, and after a long time, his psychic sense was exhausted, and he could no longer condense, so he landed on the top of the mountain and fainted.

I don't know how much time has passed.

"Wake up, if you don't wake up, you'll die of blood. Suddenly, an anxious voice came to my head.

Wu Chang forcibly opened his eyes, only to see that Zuo Qingzhou also fell to the side, he breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that his whole body was sore, and there was a blood stain under his body, and the blood was still trickling out of the blood hole in his chest.

He was just between life and death, and he didn't have time to take care of the wound, although the spirit sword was not drawn, it couldn't stop the blood from gushing out, he took a strong breath, the spiritual energy worked, stopped the blood from continuing to drain, gently pulled out the flying sword, and threw it aside.

Wu Chang no longer has half of his strength, and his spiritual sense cannot be gathered, he is tired there, his breath is like nothing, and his mind is dull.

"It's over, he's awake too. The voice in his head shouted again.

Wu Chang used all his strength, opened his eyelids again, and saw that Zuo Qingzhou actually climbed up, the aura on his body flashed slightly, and the aura did not disperse.

Zuo Qingzhou picked up the flying sword from the ground, held it in front of him, glanced at him, and then smiled at him, the smile was indescribably weird.

Mucho gently closed his eyes, and it was over, and everything was over.

He didn't have any room left to struggle.

His spiritual sense was exhausted, and he couldn't even drive chaos.