In the eighth battlefield.

The aura of killing is even stronger, and there is also the aura left by the ancient powerhouses.

In this environment.

If you're not careful, you'll fall.

Over here.

It's a place of death.

"Our cultivation. ”

"Only able to stay here for a month. ”

"Within a month. ”

"The Eighth Battlefield must be left. ”

Su Ling felt the terrifying killing aura and said to Yun Mengxi.

In such a place.

Even if it's hiding and not moving.

You don't encounter any danger, and you can't stay for long.

It's like a person covering his mouth and nose.

It doesn't last long at all and you'll die.

"Let's hurry up, then. ”

Yun Mengxi nodded.

Forthwith.

Su Ling's divine thoughts entered the independent space.

Asked about some black Jiao.

Followed by.

There was a slight fluctuation in the space.

Black Jiao.

appeared in front of Su Ling and Yun Mengxi.

"The killing air here. ”

"It didn't affect me much. ”

"Just protect yourselves. ”

The black Jiao spat out.

After speaking.

Motioned for Yun Mengxi and Su Ling to go on their backs, and it carried Su Ling and the two of them to fly.

"Okay, a month. ”

"Leave the Eighth Battlefield. ”

Su Ling nodded.

Said to Heijiao.

Speech.

Heijiao naturally understands that it is to save time.

......

"Damn, how did you get so strong. ”

The Land of the Sealed.

in the castle.

The brocade robe reappeared in middle age.

He also got the news of what happened in the seventh battlefield, and for a while, the whole person was annoyed and angry.

"Hmph, you're still angry. ”

"I have lost dozens of powerhouses of my Holy Sect. ”

"Where is the third young master, how to explain. ”

The black-robed cloaked powerhouse said.

The tone was cold.

Fifty-eight Martial Saints, two Martial Gods.

All of them were killed by Su Ling.

And.

The Demon Cult was also humiliated.

Let the Martial God scold the Demon Cult as a dog.

This is something that has never happened before.

"This thing. ”

"You figure it out yourself. ”

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe said.

After speaking.

The whole person disappeared.

Originally, he was a genius who asked people to solve the Ethereal Sect, but he failed.

But.

Now he won't pay any more attention.

Because.

Even if he didn't interfere, it would be impossible for the people of the Demon Sect to let Su Ling go, which was completely beyond his expectations, but such an ending was finally within his own tolerance.

"Hmph. ”

The black-robed cloak powerhouse snorted coldly.

An ethereal genius.

Make a mess of things.

Damn.

It was Murong Tianyun who was blocked at the entrance of the seventh battlefield, making it impossible for people to enter or get out.

Otherwise.

Send a few more Martial Gods in.

Su Ling must die.

......

"Gain knowledge. ”

"You may not be as good as him, but do not be discouraged. ”

Tianxiang Valley.

Yun Xiaoyao was on the sea boat and said to his disciples.

Seriously.

The disciples of Tianxiang Valley are indeed inferior to Su Ling.

Even if it is the Holy Son of Tianxiang Valley.

It is not necessarily Su Ling's opponent.

......

"This demon has stabbed Lou Zi. ”

"I don't know how the Demon Cult will deal with him. ”

The Qingping real people of Tianxuanmen.

Said to himself.

Ship.

Swift towards the sky.

......

"Go back and practice well. ”

"Take the Six Holy Sons as an example. ”

Sword Venerable.

Said to his disciples.

I was overjoyed.

Even the Martial God is not Su Ling's opponent, give Su Ling a few more years, I believe that even the Supreme Elder may not be Su Ling's opponent, at that time, the Ethereal Sect has another super powerhouse.

"Sword Venerable, when will the Six Holy Sons come back. ”

A true disciple asked.

The Seventh Battlefield.

There are only a few Martial Saints and Martial Gods left.

The two Martial Gods joining forces are not the opponents of the Six Holy Sons, and the others are naturally not dishes.

Alone.

Sweep across a battlefield.

Imagination is exciting.

"He, the target is the eighth battlefield. ”

Jian Zun pondered for a moment.

Speak.

When I was on the Island of Gods and Demons.

Su Ling stared at the eighth battlefield, wanting to enter the eighth battlefield.

In the end, knowing that the seventh battlefield could go to the eighth battlefield, Su Ling chose the seventh battlefield, and the place where Su Ling appeared in the end was the place where the enchantment was weak.

Go without saying.

Su Ling was going to the eighth battlefield.