Chapter Twenty-Three: The Ancient Battlefield, the Battle of Gods and Demons

Qingli was willing to send Yuan Jin to reincarnation, and then, he said that he would stay to strengthen the seal of the demon cave.

Jiang Ling felt ashamed, so he also offered to stay and help, and Ji Ting himself said that he was not in a hurry to break through at this time, so he also stayed.

The efficiency of the three of them is high, and the seal has been almost completed in half a month, just waiting for Qingli to do the finishing work in the most important place.

On the day of completion, a sudden change occurred! The demonic qi that had been docile for several days suddenly skyrocketed, and even Qingli couldn't suppress it, and in an instant, the seal that had just been repaired was washed into pieces, and then the resentment and demonic qi in the sky rushed to the sky, and the sea water of the East China Sea couldn't stop churning, as if the end of the world was coming.

The Buddha light on Jiang Ling's body had not yet dissipated, and he was still barely safe and sound under the impact of this sudden demonic qi.

But he also knew that after a long time, the Buddha's light would disappear, and he would be devoured by these demonic qi, and there might not even be any bones left.

Jiang Ling didn't want to die so unclearly, so he hurriedly flashed to Ji Ting's side, pulled the corner of his clothes flatteringly, and there was a rare pleading on his always expressionless face: "Help me ......" Ji Ting was in a good mood inexplicably, probably thinking that Immortal Xiu begging Demon Cultivator to do something in such a low voice made him feel very comfortable, in short, Ji Ting didn't drive Jiang Ling away.

Jiang Ling enjoyed Ji Ting's blessing to him with peace of mind, watching Qingli Tie continue to seal the unfinished prohibition with a blue face, and then looked up at the resentful and gloomy sea above, and couldn't help but worry: "Will there be anything wrong with Penglai Immortal Island...... It's all my fault, if only I hadn't listened to Yuan Jin. ”

"It's not your fault." Qingli finally forcibly repaired the seal in advance, and came to the two of them with a white face, and when she heard Jiang Ling say this, she couldn't help but comfort: "I was also careless, and I unknowingly let Yuan Jin know such a fatal secret." ”

"If it's a secret, why does His Holiness want to make a big deal about it?" Ji Ting suddenly asked. Qingli looked at Ji Ting with a smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyes flashing with a deep meaning that Jiang Ling couldn't understand, but this was definitely not the meaning of friendship.

There seemed to be something wrong between the two, Jiang Ling raised his finger to the sky, and said faintly: "At the moment of the great enemy, can the two of you not flirt with each other?" As soon as these words came out, Qingli and Ji Ting's faces changed, and Jiang Ling was secretly refreshed, and he finally used his way to govern others!

Look at you, do you dare to tease me in the future?! Jiang Ling's order to adjust the atmosphere is true, but what he can say is also the truth, if he lets this resentment and demonic qi spread again, let alone Penglai Immortal Island, even the East China Sea will have to suffer.

I don't know, I think that Qingli's cultivation has gone wrong, so that he has gone mad. Qingli took out a bottle-shaped magic weapon from the Purple Mansion, raised his hand and threw it, and the bottle flew to the highest place, the mouth of the bottle was downward, and the soft and pure aura spread out from it, and the surrounding demonic qi was quickly absorbed by the aura, and then joined the army of assimilating demonic qi.

The three of them were not far from the magic weapon, Jiang Ling took a deep breath, and felt a burst of relaxation, presumably it must be a heaven-level magic weapon, otherwise how could he have such pure spiritual power, so that he of the innate Dao body felt as if his soul had been purified, and even his spiritual platform was much clearer at this time.

Just watching from the sidelines, he has already gained a lot, Jiang Ling didn't expect Qingli to have such a powerful magic weapon.

Qingli saw Jiang Ling's eyes shining, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be envious." This is the Qianyuan Pure Bottle, which is from the same powerful hand as the Qianyuan Pure Pearl, the holy relic of your Yaohua Palace, which was given to me by your ancestors. Jiang Ling was a little surprised, this baby turned out to be from their Yaohua Palace?

It seems that the ancestor of Yaohua Palace really has two brushes, no wonder he can make Yaohua Palace come from behind, and with the gap accumulated for thousands of years, it is comparable to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

The Abyss Demon Cave was sealed, the demonic qi no longer increased, and it was more convenient to purify, and in less than a quarter of an hour, those demonic qi were successfully purified, put into the Qianyuan Jing bottle, and were thrown into the Purple Mansion by Qingli for proper storage.

However, those grievances cannot be removed in this way. The sky was still gray.

Jiang Ling looked up, and suddenly felt a trance, and some pictures of light and shadow flashed in front of him, which were fleeting.

He thought that he had another sign of falling into a demon, so he quickly turned his head to look at Ji Ting, trying to determine if this was the case.

However, he didn't see Ji Ting, not only that, but even Qingli was gone! Jiang Ling panicked a little in his heart, he quickly calmed himself down, it was not terrible for such a thing to happen in the cultivation realm, what was terrible was to panic needlessly in an unknown environment.

Even the place he was in now had completely changed, from the original azure sea water and the floating mud and sand under his feet, to the cold and hard ground, and as far as the eye could see, it was a sea of corpses and blood.

There is a white-clothed immortal in the sky who is fighting with the hostile black-clothed demon, and all kinds of spiritual power are raging and colliding in the air, among which there are many figures fighting with the sword, and the sharp sword qi tears through the sky, as if the curtain of this sky is to be torn apart before they stop.

On the other side, the demon cultivation army is even more unwinded, all kinds of sacrificial demon weapons show their magical powers, and the half of the sky above their heads is gusting with a cloudy wind at this time, and the resentful spirits are wailing, and all the ghosts are crying together, which is very terrifying.

Jiang Ling's eyes were full of shock, and when he was stunned, his shoulder was suddenly patted, and he subconsciously raised his sword to block it, but he suddenly found that the touch of the sword in his hand was not the same, and after a closer look, this was not Su Li.

He was shocked, what the hell is going on? Just now he was wondering if this would be some kind of illusion, but ...... Can illusions be so real?

Su Li was born from his mind, connected with his form and god, the sword is in the people, and the people are dead and the sword is destroyed. But now he didn't even feel Su Li's existence, but he was holding another unfamiliar sword...... Jiang Ling felt as if she had done something sorry for his family, and her little heart was empty.

"Senior sister! Tell you to go quickly, why are you still here?! Jiang Ling turned his head to look at the person who spoke, and saw that the person's white clothes had been stained red with blood, and his face was pale, but he was still being treated by Jiang Ling

The "stubborn" attitude is angry and the face is red and the neck is thick. Jiang Ling blinked, thought for a while, and then followed the other party's words, and said sadly: "I'm not leaving!" Senior brother is still here, how can I leave alone?! ”

"Silly pity, go back quickly, this war of gods and demons is not something we can participate in. It was a big mistake for us to be involved without knowing anything before, and now how can we go all the way to the dark? If you go back quickly, maybe you can leave the last trace of inheritance for my master! ”

"I don't!" Jiang Ling cried on the surface, but he silently rolled his eyes in his heart, this person said a lot of nonsense, except for letting him know that this was the battlefield of the Great War of Ancient Gods and Demons, he didn't get any other useful information at all.

And, what's up with his current name?

"Li'er" ...... Is it so rural and non-mainstream?

"Mo Jinlian!" The boy yelled, hoping to shock the stubborn woman opposite. Jiang Ling was shocked by this name.

Mo Jin ...... mercy The founder of Yaohua Palace, the cow man who has soared to the immortal realm. Originally...... Did he actually become the ancestor of their Yaohua Palace?

Is this what happened to Mo Jinlian when she was young? Jiang Ling's silence made the young man's anger rise in an instant.

However, just when he was about to have a seizure, Jiang Ling raised his head, his eyes full of seriousness: "Senior brother, I won't leave!" The young man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled helplessly for a while, Jiang Ling just thought that the other party agreed to let him stay, but he suddenly felt tired, and the next moment he lost consciousness.

The young man hurriedly caught the fallen girl and reluctantly held it in his arms for a while, only then spit out a string of magic tricks from his mouth, and after summoning a magic weapon, Mo Jinlian's figure disappeared directly from his arms.

He bit his index finger and wrote something on the artifact, and the next moment, the air around the artifact suddenly fluctuated, and the next moment it hid the artifact.

Rao is Jiang Ling, who has the perspective of God, can't find where the magic weapon went. Probably going back...... After sending Mo Jinlian away, the young man joined the battlefield again, and after helping Shizun kill a demon cultivator who was sneaking up behind him, the young man's face became even paler, and even a little transparent.

However, he didn't seem to feel tired, as if he didn't feel life passing, and resolutely swung his sword until he could no longer stand up.

His master had just died in battle, in order to protect his disciples. Jiang Ling's divine consciousness floated in the air, and his eyes were red as he watched this endless and brutal battle.

He looked up at the sky, the white army was already somewhat defeated at this time, the number decreased sharply, a large number of white dots fell from the sky, and they were killed halfway, the blood submerged into the ground under his feet, and his body completely turned into spiritual power fragments, floating away with the wind.

It is recorded on the jade slip that in the battle of the ancient gods and demons, the fairy world suffered heavy losses, and the demon domain did not take advantage of the victory to pursue for some reason, which gave the fairy world a chance to recuperate.

Ten thousand years later, the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm seemed to have disappeared, and there was no longer any conflict, and they no longer bothered about the affairs of the Cultivation Realm.

Now the cultivation realm is really active, but it is the power of immortal cultivation that far overwhelms demon cultivation. Jiang Ling couldn't bear to look at it anymore, knowing that it was enough that the fairy world was not completely destroyed in the end, he followed Mo Jinlian's breath and chased all the way to a fairy land thousands of miles away.

Pavilions and pavilions, undulating sea of flowers, aura and aura, this is completely another Yaohua Palace! It's just that the architecture is slightly different.

Jiang Ling floated into a bamboo forest, where there was a wide courtyard, he entered the room, and on the table in the middle, there was the magic weapon.

Jiang Ling wanted to take a closer look, but found that she had been bounced back. …… Jiang Ling was depressed, and suddenly felt as if there was some kind of change in the space, and after a while, he was forcibly pulled into Mo Jinlian's body by a strong suction.

Mo Jinlian closed his eyes and lay on the bed, with a young man in white sitting beside him.