Chapter 296: Demon Spirits

In the huge sound, the light curtain transformed by the reincarnation mirror was directly slapped into powder by the palm, but the palm was also split in an instant, and the volley exploded.

"Hey, it's a good treasure, so let's laugh at it!" the voice came again, and in an instant, a palm that was twice as large as Shicai's palm appeared in mid-air again.

The reincarnation mirror was suspended in front of Xiao Leng and Long Yun, the light flickered, and it kept jumping, thinking of the right attack, and the load on it was not small.

"Surrender, with the two of you, even if the old man is seriously injured, you can't get the demon spirit!" the voice came slowly, and in an instant, the huge palm flipped violently.

It seemed to be a cloud covering the sky, and it was taken from the reincarnation mirror below.

Xiao Leng's face changed, his left hand clasped the Killing God Knife, and all his true qi was condensed on his right arm, this old man was what he had seen in his life, and in terms of cultivation, he even surpassed the three great Venerables of the Xuantian Domain.

Facing the other party, he didn't have the confidence to resist in his heart, but he wouldn't take half a step back, because once, I don't know how many times, that thin figure was in front of him.

No matter how grim the situation on the other side was, even if he was dead, he did not retreat half a step.

So at this moment, no matter what, he will not let him fall in front of him, even if he dies, he will fight for him a glimmer of life.

Looking at the huge palm that was constantly 'approaching', Xiao Leng's eyes flickered, but the fear in his heart instantly turned into nothing.

The reincarnation mirror buzzed in the air, and circles of ripples continued to condense in front of it, and in an instant, a huge figure gradually formed, standing in the air.

This figure, standing with his hands in his hands, squinted slightly, did not open them, as if the huge palm was just a fly that had always been indifferent to him, insignificant.

"This is ... Xiao Leng looked at the figure in mid-air, and couldn't help but want to give birth to a trace of worship, but the aura that he naturally 'revealed', as if he was completely in control of his life and death.

Only Long Yun knew that the owner of this figure was Zhong Xuan, the left envoy of reincarnation, the supreme master who died with the eight-headed monster, and at this moment, he once again showed his demeanor.

Just when the huge cyan 'colored' palm was only two feet away from the top of his head, Zhong Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and two rays of light seemed to have penetrated the past and the present, penetrating the heavens and the earth.

He slowly stretched out his left hand, as if he hadn't exerted half of his strength, and his arm was slowly poking out!

It's just that this ordinary arm seems to have torn the void, and despite the storm, it still hasn't moved a bit, and when the arm sticks out, a ray of light spreads out in all directions.

That big blue 'color' hand couldn't resist the power of Zhong Xuan's arm, and it was devoured little by little by the halo emitted by his arm, and it was devoured completely.

"Extremely arrogant! The demon spirit is a divine object of heaven and earth, how can a person like you control it? Don't say that you are seriously injured and have not recovered, even if you are in your heyday, my one hand is enough!" Zhong Xuan said lightly.

But he had enough strength, and the moment he said this, his arm was still reaching forward, extending out endlessly, and he didn't enter the depths of the lake.

"No... It can't be! Who the hell are you?" the old voice no longer had the slightest composure and arrogance, and had now turned into shock and incredulity.

"My name, you don't deserve to know!" Zhong Xuan said lightly, the arm that didn't know how long it was stretched out was slightly forced, and then a terrible scream came out of the lake, and there was no more sound.

Zhong Xuan turned around, glanced twice in the direction of Long Yun's 'flesh' body, sighed and shook his head, then his eyes fell on Xiao Leng's body, and said with a smile: "It's the descendant of the guy who killed the gods, but the little guy!"

"Senior!" Xiao Leng was dumbfounded, he was able to say the King of God Killing in his mouth, one was very familiar with the King of God Killing, and the other was that his cultivation was about to surpass the King of God Killing.

Seeing the aura of this old man, it seemed that the former and the latter were both, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, who is this senior? Where is he hiding?

"Boy, follow Long Yun well and assist him to reach the peak!" Zhong Xuan said lightly.

Xiao Leng nodded, although he didn't understand the meaning of Zhong Xuan's words, but there was no barrier between him and Long Yun at all, even if he was regarded as Long Yun's vassal, Xiao Leng had no regrets.

So when Jong Hyun said this, he didn't refute it at all.

Zhong Xuan's eyes fell on Long Yun's body, and said: "He used his divine sense to forcibly urge the instrument spirit of the reincarnation mirror, and released a trace of my divine sense, this time, I am afraid that his Yuan Shen will be hit hard, it is very likely to bring him a serious blow, the Yuan Shen is hit hard, and it is possible, he will never wake up!"

A look of worry flashed in Xiao Leng's eyes, and he asked urgently, "Senior, is there any chance of him recovering?"

Zhong Xuan sighed: "It's possible, but others can't help him, he can only rely on himself, if his willpower is firm, it won't take long to wake up, if he can't resist the suppression of that force, I'm afraid it will be extended indefinitely!"

A look of pain flashed on Xiao Leng's face, if Senior Brother Long Yun didn't want to help him resist this attack, with his own ability, it would not be difficult to get out.

There was a feeling of 'excitement' for Long Yun in his heart.

"Boy, you don't have to worry too much, the heavens will descend on the Si people, Long Yun, this kid, is not so fragile, nor is he so short-lived, this maybe, it is also a blessing for him! Take him and find the demon spirit, maybe the demon spirit has the ability to let him recover as soon as possible!" Zhong Xuan's voice said lightly.

Immediately, the figure gradually faded away, turned into a puff of green smoke, and drilled into the reincarnation mirror, the reincarnation mirror light flickered, and returned to Long Yun's body.

Xiao Leng just woke up like a dream, and the god-killing true qi was raging wildly, and the demonic qi around him was 'excited' and 'swinging' away, and immediately, he grabbed Long Yun's body with one hand and plunged into the lake below.

The demonic qi lost the oppression of the mysterious figure and the formation, and the breath of the demonic spirit almost frantically 'rippled' out, and the surface of the small lake had lost its previous calm, like boiling water, and began to churn violently.

Long Yun's body slowly softened into Xiao Leng's arms, let Xiao Leng hold him, and approached in the direction where the demonic qi came from!

His eyes emitted a strange blood-red 'color' light, and under this light, the pitch-black lake could not cover his vision, and everything around him could be seen.

This small lake is nearly a hundred zhang deep, no wonder it can give birth to demon spirits, and as it gradually deepens, Xiao Leng feels more and more cold air coming from the bottom of the lake.

Thinking that this should be a vein together with the nine 'yin' qi in the center of the earth, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to give birth to a spirit of heaven and earth like a demon spirit.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Leng glanced at the ground for a week, the bottom of the lake was like the surface of the lake, very smooth, and very clean, not even a little silt.

Xiao Leng's gaze stopped at the center of the bottom of the lake, a small hill that was the only one different from other places, and his body was like a swimming fish, and he approached the small hill.

Those demonic qi emanated from this place, and Xiao Leng also knew that this should be the place where the demonic spirits gathered.

Stepping on the top of the small hill, the 'naked' eye can see, the small hill seems to be just a pile of boulders, the center of the boulder is hollowed out, and below is a small nest.

A pillow-sized black 'colored' stone lies there quietly, as if it were a sleeping baby, peaceful and natural.

Between his breaths, a stream of demonic qi spread outward, but this stone, unaware of it, was still sleeping quietly.

On one side of the stone, which is also the stone wall of the small hill, there is a stone 'hole' that can only sit down for one person, and in the stone 'hole', a figure is standing there.

The seven orifices oozed bloodstains, and they had already fallen, Xiao Leng's heart moved, this person should be the master of the formation, the one who shot at him and Long Yun.

And the black stone in front of him should be the legendary demon spirit!