"Don't want to run away!"

The cheap donkey doesn't care who the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch is, in short, if it falls into his own hands, he must be turned into a dead man.

In an instant, the demon yuan in the body of the cheap donkey swelled, directly condensed into a black handprint, covered the sky, and struck out in the direction of the blood sword heavenly monarch's escape.

Boom!

The black handprint condensed in the void, and then rose against the storm, suppressed like a mountain, and the earth made a rumbling sound, and as that terrifying power fell from the sky, the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch couldn't resist it for a while, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and half of his body was directly crushed into minced meat.

However, even so, he hadn't died yet, his blood flashed, and between a few moves, he disappeared without a trace, and even the demon emperor-level perception of the cheap donkey couldn't be locked at all.

"Hmph, you can escape quickly!"

The cheap donkey snorted lightly, secretly thinking that the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch was seriously injured by himself, and he had to cultivate for at least a month before he could come out to make trouble again, plus the surrounding altars were basically swept away by himself, so he had to go back to Ling Feng first in order to completely solve the disaster of the "Blood Spirit Corpse" here.

However, what made the cheap donkey feel a little strange was that the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch seemed to know him, but he didn't have any impression of the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch.

"Who the hell is that guy?"

The cheap donkey frowned and thought for a long time, but he didn't have a clue.

It's no wonder that this Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch is actually Li Qingling, the unlucky guy who unintentionally picked up the ancient magic sword from the tomb of the Emperor Tiance that day.

With the cultivation of the Emperor of Heavenly Strategy, he would still be distracted by this ancient magic sword, and Li Qingling was just a small Taoist doctor, and one ten-thousandth of the Emperor of Heavenly Strategy, almost without any resistance, was controlled by the magic sword.

This Blood God Cult is just a tool for repairing the magic sword.

Although the cheap donkey has seen Li Qingling a few times, compared with the previous "Qingling Resident" who seemed to be a little personable, the current Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch has completely turned into a hideous ghost, and the cheap donkey doesn't know everything that happened in the tomb of the Emperor Tiance, and he doesn't know the existence of the magic sword, so it's not surprising that he doesn't remember this Li Qingling.

If Ling Feng was here, when he saw that magic sword, he would naturally know everything immediately.

"Forget it, don't care! Let's go back and find that kid from Ling Feng first!"

The cheap donkey pursed his lips, looked at the devastated land around him, shook his head, swept away, flew into the clouds, summoned a black demon cloud, and galloped away in the direction of the imperial capital.

He was still thinking about the treasure that Ling Feng had obtained in the Gods and Demons Battlefield, and if he went back late, he might not have his own share.

......

"Poof......

In a deep forest, the "Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch" Li Qingling was lying in the canopy of a thousand-year-old tree, bleeding all over his body, panting heavily.

Although he was lucky enough to pick up a life from under the hands of the cheap donkey, the trauma this time was too heavy, and I am afraid that he would have to recuperate for a period of time before he could go out again.

Even the Ancient Demon Sword did not dare to extract the flesh and blood essence in Li Qingling's body at this time.

It still needs to rely on Li Qingling to have a chance to recover, and naturally it will not do anything to kill chickens and take eggs.

"Damn, that black donkey, why did you find here!"

Li Qingling barely sat up, his face was pale, his whole body was still trembling, the tentacles stretched out from the magic sword kept twitching, repairing Li Qingling's broken body, and the blood light on the magic sword dimmed a little.

"Don't worry, it's just an accident! As long as you repair the magic sword, I will give you even more powerful power! When the time comes, don't say it's a demon emperor, even if the demon emperor comes, he will prostrate at your feet!"

Above the magic sword, a black phantom appeared, which was the magic sword spirit.

"I see. Li Qingling grinned and sneered, and in his blood-colored pupils, an incomparably fiery gaze erupted, "As long as I obtain the power of the magic sword, I will reign over the world!"

......

Although the land of the Western Wasteland is vast and sparsely populated, remote and backward, the battle between the Cheap Donkey and the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch that day finally attracted the attention of some surrounding sect forces and the military.

It was finally discovered that in this area, it was actually infiltrated by an organization called the "Blood God Cult".

And those followers of the Blood God Sect all had hollow eyes, like walking corpses, and their bodies seemed to faintly exude a terrifying aura.

Although they have not shown any aggression for the time being, for the sake of safety, the military and those nearby sect disciples still chose to seal off those cities with Blood God Sect disciples, so as to prevent these "walking corpses" inside from flowing out and causing harm to the surrounding cities.

When these cultists come to their senses, or confirm that they are indeed not a threat, it is not too late to lift the lockdown.

Of course, if these cultists are really hopeless, and even start attacking humans, then some extreme measures must be taken.

......

In the Western Wilderness, although people are panicking, the imperial capital, which is thousands of miles away, is still lively and prosperous.

Three days have passed in a flash, and early tomorrow morning, it will be the battle for the top three in the sword team competition of the five academies.

The night is getting darker.

Ling Feng took Tuoba Yan and walked out of the Heavenly Alliance Great Auction Hall and returned to the Heavenly Academy.

At the invitation of that Master Jing Xuan, Ling Feng attended the large-scale auction tonight, and the finale of the sale was the ten heaven-level exercises that he handed over to the Heavenly Alliance Chamber of Commerce for auction on his behalf!

This night, Ling Feng made a lot of money again, and his Supreme VIP card of the Heavenly Alliance was also promoted to the same Supreme Black Diamond Card as Yan Cangtian.

Not only that, Ling Feng also photographed some precious elixirs for alchemy.

Back at the Heavenly Academy, for some reason, Ling Feng inexplicably walked to the side of the small river in the area where the yellow character protégé lived.

In the past, once I had something to worry about, I would walk by this river, and it was almost a habit.

"Huh, isn't that the nerd?"

In the distance, a familiar voice suddenly came from the front, and Ling Feng looked up, it was not Yue Yunlan and Qiaoqiao's master and servant.

"It's her (he) ......"

Almost at the same time, Ling Feng and Yue Yunlan's gazes intersected, revealing a faint smile at the same time.

This path seems to carry many memories shared by the two.

Tuoba Yan gritted his silver teeth, and his figure quietly disappeared, hiding behind a big tree next to him.

"Miss Yue, Miss Qiaoqiao. ”

Ling Feng walked up to Yue Yunlan and greeted her, "I didn't expect to meet here tonight." ”

"Did it happen unexpectedly, or did you have a heart?" Qiaoqiao narrowed her eyes and giggled.

"Okay, coincidence. Yue Yunlan glanced back at the girl, gritted her teeth and said, "You go to the neighborhood first." ”

"Okay, I'm not so ignorant, Miss, let's have a good chat, I'll give you the wind." ”

Qiao Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, and then threw an encouraging look at Yue Yunlan, then turned around, and then trotted behind a big tree, quietly peeking at ......

(End of chapter)