The gray sky, the black earth, the endless yin qi that shrouded the ghost town.

This is the world of the Shadows.

Ordinary people appear here, and the next moment they die. Even if a monk has no spiritual power to replenish, cannot breathe, has no food, and has to resist the ubiquitous yin qi, ten percent of his strength can be exerted at most seventy percent.

Qi Ling was extremely powerful, and the simple suppression of momentum made Lu Li feel breathless. An ordinary palm knife, but he used the power of a grade exercise.

A two-meter-high black mangs walked close to the ground, plowing the ground into a deep ravine, and the power was amazing. It's not even close, and it's already unbeatable.

Lu Li's face was solemn, only by suppressing Qi Ling first could he get the opportunity to negotiate.

In that case, let's fight!

"Lei Zu breaks the evil seal."

Thunder and lightning were the most powerful force to kill the Yin Spirit, and he didn't want to use it before, after all, this was near a ghost town. There are hundreds of millions of ghosts in the ghost city, and a few thunderbolts are likely to alarm all the ghosts, even the government and the king.

Even if Fu Jun has no opinion on him, he will most likely feel disgusted when he feels the power carried by the thunder and lightning.

This is completely disgusted from the soul, like encountering a natural enemy, and has nothing to do with human nature.

But now, he has nothing to fear.

For a moment, Lu Li had a feeling that the Lei Zu Evil Seal used at this time seemed to have a soul.

The lightning felt the endless yin qi enveloping the ghost city, and suddenly trembled as it fell, and there was an instant stagnation. Immediately after, the thigh-thick electric light instantly shrank and became the thickness of a bamboo skewer.

The color also changes from white to blue, with a hint of purple light in the blue.

Click.

The seemingly powerful black mang, but it was blocked by the electric light like a bamboo stick, and the two collided together, black mist swirling, and the arc was chaotic. In the end, both of them were wiped out.

"What kind of exercise is this?"

The blow that was originally intended to be won was blocked, and Qi Ling was a little surprised. In particular, the energy carried by the lightning made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

Lu Li wouldn't have answered even if he knew, not to mention that he didn't know at all. He looked thoughtfully at the dark clouds suspended above the ghost city, and his eyes gradually gained a hint of understanding.

Living people can't use the four major sealing spells in the Yin Spirit Realm, but the power of the other exorcism spells has increased with the strength of the yin qi. A drink and a peck, its own destiny.

didn't hear Lu Li's answer, Qi Ling's face was a little more angry: "If you want to defeat me with thunder and lightning, you are too naïve." He said. He raised his right hand abruptly and slapped it down.

The palm shadow is overwhelming, the size of a hill. The rumbling sound was endless, and the three Utan guards nearby hurriedly retreated, and they stared at the huge palm shadow, their expressions full of admiration.

"That kid is dead, Senior Brother Qi's Great Compassion Hand has been cultivated to the fifth level."

"Senior Brother Qi's talent is amazing, I might as well be too."

“……”

The palm shadow not only covers a huge area, but also falls in the process. The wind thundered and even blocked the surrounding space.

Lu Li couldn't even dodge if he wanted to.

"Zhengyang Burning Flame Sword."

In the Purple Mansion, the only remaining spiritual liquid poured into the Qinglin Sword, and the Qinglin Sword emitted a crisp hum. A huge golden crow no less than the shadow of the palm rose into the sky. Pounce on the palm shadow.

Bang.

A huge roar sounded in the blink of an eye, and it seemed as if a sudden wind was blowing around it.

For a while, the ground flew sand and rocks, and the vision instantly blurred.

Raging shockwave. Lu Li retreated again and again, and as soon as he stabilized his figure, dozens of black sand stones shot out. The speed is no less than that of a bullet.

Lu Li hurriedly cast the Wind Shadow Step, and his figure flickered, like an elf dancing on the tip of a knife.

Burst.

A fist-sized stone passed sideways across his waist, instantly piercing his shirt and leaving a bloody trail on his ribs.

In mid-air, the golden crow cried out in sorrow and disappeared in an instant.

Most of the palm shadow shrunk by half, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, was shot down.

"Buzz."

At the last moment, Lu Li's eyebrows suddenly shot out black and white light, enveloping him. Like a boat swinging in the sea, the waves hit, and although there was a danger of capsizing at any time, it never sank.

The shadow of the palm dispersed, and although Lu Li was not injured, his face was already pale.

The difference in strength is too big, unless half of the spiritual power is burned, there is no strength to fight at all.

"What kind of talisman is that?"

Seeing that Lu Li actually blocked Qi Ling's exercises, Utan and the others were shocked. They quickly noticed the Yin and Yang Qi surrounding Lu Li's body, and suddenly became a little suspicious.

Although they were suspicious, they didn't have much to keep for themselves. Most of the magic weapons used by the living contain yang energy, and the yin soul is a suicide when held in the hand.

Qi Ling stood with his hands in his hands and said disdainfully: "With your little ability, how can you kill Senior Brother Yuan?" You kill yourself! I will take your soul to the Master. Master is kind-hearted, and at most you can enjoy a thousand ghosts devouring souls for a thousand years. ”

When Lu Li heard this, he was almost angry.

If this is considered a benevolent home, there will be no vicious people in the world!

He recalled the Qinglin Sword and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense, I just want to see Li Wuxian seniors." Your cultivation is higher than mine, and I may not be your opponent, but trying to kill me is purely a pipe dream. ”

"Look for death."

Being despised by Lu Li repeatedly, Qi Ling's face finally became gloomy. With a flick of his wrist, there was suddenly a soft sword in his palm. The soft sword was silver all over, and the light on the surface flowed like water, which was obviously not ordinary.

"I'll kill you first."

With the soft sword in hand, Qi Ling's temperament changed sharply, becoming cold and full of killing intent.

Without waiting for Qi Ling to make a move, Lu Li took the lead in attacking. Fighting spiritual power with the masters of the realm of refining qi and transforming gods, even the nine-hundred-mile purple mansion is a little unbearable.

This is not a difference in quantity, but a difference in the quality of spiritual power.

If the Purple Mansion was filled with spiritual liquid, he would naturally not be afraid at all.

Taking the Wind Shadow Step, the distance of dozens of meters passed in an instant, and as soon as he showed his figure, the Qinglin Sword had already flown out of his hand.

Edgeworthiness.

Qi Ling was a monk during his lifetime, older than the era in which Lu Li lived, and he had extremely rich combat experience.

Although the Qinglin Sword was extremely fast, far exceeding the speed of sound several times, he did not panic, and suddenly raised his sword upward, and the tip of the sword was pointed on the Qinglin Sword.

The two swords intersected and made a clang.

The Qinglin Sword was knocked out and returned like lightning. And Lu Li had already rushed in front of Qi Ling, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and swung his sword to stab Qi Ling.

Unlike Utan, Qi Ling was also proficient in swordsmanship.

I saw him twist his body slightly, slash diagonally with his soft sword, and successfully blocked Lu Li's attack.

Blocked by Qi Ling, Lu Li was about to draw his sword and retreat, and suddenly found that Qi Ling's soft sword was like a silver long snake, spiraling along the Qinglin Sword and stabbing at his right hand tiger's mouth.

Seeing this, he immediately let go of the Qinglin Sword, and at the same time flashed behind Qi Ling, slamming into his back with a punch.

"Insect carving skills."

Qi Ling sneered and rushed forward.

As he rushed forward, his wrist flicked, and the soft sword turned around like a snake and stabbed out from under his ribs.

No trace, no stop. (To be continued......)