"No one can leave today!" said the sage Yingling in a cold voice, and he was going to arrest Gu Xiaoxian.

Ling Yan teleported up, and a astrolabe appeared in his hand.

"Qiankun borrows the method, open!" Ling Yan pinched the trick in his hand and shouted, and eight stars appeared on the astrolabe, arranged according to the direction of the Qiankun gossip.

The stars are bright, with infinite power, the astrolabe grows in the wind, and it is three zhang in size in an instant, Ling Yan holds the astrolabe in one hand and the Flying Star Halberd in the other, and once again confronts the saint heroic spirit.

The saint struck on the astrolabe with a palm, and the power of the stars skyrocketed, and the stars appeared all over the sky, and the light was great for a while. The two extremely powerful forces faced each other, and the saint had no superfluous movements, only resisting with his own strength.

"Buzz"

After the blow, Ling Yan was forced to retreat dozens of steps again before he could stand up with difficulty, he forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood, but he was still in front of Gu Xiaoxian.

"Don't you leave, are you staying to make trouble for me?" Ling Yan scolded.

Gu Xiaoxian was shocked, she really couldn't do anything if she stayed here except to cause chaos and distract Ling Yan. If Ling Yan still had to be distracted to protect her, then the battle, which had no advantage, would probably become even more difficult.

Gu Xiaoxian figured this out, and only said, "Then you should be careful." Then he turned around and ran, and the desperate girl ran wildly.

"Xiao Bai!" Gu Xiaoxian called out Xiao Bai, she held a defensive magic weapon, jumped up, rode on Xiao Bai's back, and accelerated the speed of evacuation.

She knew in her heart that the only thing she could help Ling Yan in a battle of that level was to evacuate the battlefield and hide as far away as possible.

"Hahaha, your little lover left you like this!, it's too ugly!" The saint Ying Ling couldn't help but laugh when he saw Gu Xiaoxian turn around and run away.

"Hugh wants to use the power of his tongue, this king will not eat this!" Ling Yan said coldly.

The saint Ying Ling snorted coldly, and a cold and piercing yin qi spread, even if Gu Xiaoxian had escaped from the distance, he still couldn't help but tremble, and his whole body trembled, he couldn't bear this cold and cold feeling at all.

With a "poof", the Saint Heroic Spirit held a giant sword, carrying an endless black mist that pierced through Ling Yan's chest.

Ling Yan used the astrolabe as a shield and held a flying star to attack, his eyebrows shone brightly, and the power of the god king flowed, and a blow blasted out.

Only the clatter and clatter of shatters were heard, and the greatsword shattered into hundreds or thousands of pieces. But the pitch-black yin qi did not dissipate, and it still came in.

This is the power from the Nine Shadows, a kind of cold that enters the soul, and once it is touched, the soul will be damaged.

"Bang"

The Pure Land of the God King appeared, and the flying star turned into a divine tree, shooting out a brilliant light, forcing back the pitch-black yin qi.

The saint sneered and offered a copper bell, which rose with the wind, and in a short time it was the size of a small mountain.

"Jingle Bell Jingling Bell" The copper bell shakes, absorbing all the light, and the bell sounds like a reminder. As the bell shakes, all kinds of negative emotions such as death, killing, cold, and silence erupt at the same time, and the slightest carelessness will lead to madness.

Cold sweat broke out on Ling Yan's forehead, the Pure Land of the God King was uncertain, Ling Yan's divine power was absorbed by the copper bell little by little, one and the other, the black mist became thicker and thicker, and gradually spread.

There are endless souls hidden in the darkness, and if you absorb enough energy, you will wake up, and where the black fog passes, there is no grass, no life, and everything is dead and silent.

Ling Yan walked out of the territory with a black face, he broke through the black mist with great difficulty, and rushed straight up.

The Saint Ying Ling snorted coldly, biting Ling Yan to death, and the black mist combined with the copper bell frantically absorbed nutrients.

"Do you think you'll be able to escape!" said the Saint Spirit.

After that, he suddenly flashed out of the black mist, silently, and like a ghost, his eyes were full of murderous intent. The saint struck again with a giant sword in his hand, Ling Yan's expression was grim, and he hurriedly retreated. The giant sword passed by, and although it did not hurt the vital point, it left a huge bloody wound in the left chest.

"Joke! Why did this king want to escape!" Ling Yan laughed instead of being angry.

"Oh, is that for fear of bringing disaster to your little lover?" the sage's cold voice came through the black mist, and there was a hint of mockery in his words.

"Quack!" Ling Yan was reluctant to engage in a verbal battle with the other party.

"Hahaha!" The Saint Heroic Spirit attacked again with his sword, and like a ghost, he suddenly appeared behind Ling Yan. At the moment when the tip of the sword pierced into the skin, Ling Yan's eyes were cold, and he used his fingers as a sword, and his backhand was a sword swing.

The light flashed, and a blow missed, and there was no saint behind him at all.

"Tut-tut, it's a pity, if you hadn't deceived my descendants of the Tang family, this seat would have appreciated you a little. But now, you still obediently become the nourishment of the magic bell!hahaha!" the sage Yingling's bitter laughter sounded.

Ling Yan didn't speak again, through the layers of black mist, he tried to see through the saint spirit hidden in the black mist, and thought hard about how to break the situation.

Suddenly, he looked stunned as if he thought of something. Since it is a saint heroic spirit, since it is a wisp of remnant soul, and since it is a weapon spirit conceived in the array, how can it still have an endless stream of power after the array is destroyed!

He was also dizzy, just because of the sudden appearance of the saint heroic spirit, the huge power could not be faked, and he didn't even notice it for a while.

"Hmph"

Ling Yan sneered, his eyes were sharp, his momentum suddenly climbed, he stared at the black mist, and sneered: "Mere instrument spirit, this king almost caught your way!"

"Machine Spirit, what a joke! This seat wants your life now!" the saint's gloomy voice sounded in Ling Yan's ears again.

But this time, Ling Yan simply accepted the Pure Land of the God King, and only fought back with his palm, his eyes were full of determination, he saw everything clearly, and was naturally fearless.

"Boom"

After the storm of ability, it was the Saint Heroic Spirit who flew out upside down this time, and the black fog gradually dissipated.

The Saint Heroic Spirit's eyes were full of disbelief, Ling Yan strode closer, instantly turned to the front, and another punch blasted out, once again knocking the Saint Heroic Spirit upside down and flying out, this time, the Saint's body was a little darker, and it was even a little transparent.

"You!" the Saint Heroic Spirit looked at his body, and then looked at Ling Yan unwillingly. "You can't find out!"

"There is nothing impossible in this world!" Ling Yan looked at the Saint Heroic Spirit condescendingly and said in a cold voice.

"I am the king of this world! everything here is real, and no one can see through the falsehood!" The saint instantly became weak, and he could no longer gather any strength, but he still refused to believe in reality.

"Sorry, now you're not. Ling Yan's gaze was cold, and the flying star directly pierced it.

"Is it really my Tang family!" The saint's phantom was pierced through his body, gradually becoming transparent, his eyes were full of despair, and he still shouted unwillingly before dissipating.

As the saint's heroic spirit was extinguished, the black fog gradually dissipated, and when the darkness was dispelled, the surrounding scene changed again, and once again returned to the room of the inn, and Gu Xiaoxian also appeared behind Ling Yan. The shopkeeper still looked frightened, and the people of the Tang family had already left.

Gu Xiaoxian was a little confused, she was still desperately running outside Tianyuan City just now, why did she return to the inn at this moment?

Before she could think about it, when she looked at Ling Yan, she couldn't help but be surprised, what was the matter with the blood on her body?