In the eyes of Zhao Junru and Aoki Motohiro, Li Ling's expression was solemn, and he held a pitch-black oil lamp in his hand.

The oil lamp was pitch black, palm-sized, and the wick was miserable white, and the white was alarming. The flickering lights flickered on and off, but it possessed a strange energy that dispersed the Demon God Domain field overflowing from the deer cutting sword.

The oil lamp is carved with a vague pattern, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a Buddha with a bare chest, exposed breasts, and breasts.

"Contemplation of Freedom in the ...... of Mofre"

What made Aoki Motohiro creepy was that Li Ling seemed to have lost consciousness and turned into a puppet, and bursts of Buddha sounds kept coming out of his mouth.

The sound of the Buddha seems to come with the wind from the distant sky, there is no sacredness, no majesty, only coldness and evil intentions.

Hearing this Buddha sound, Aoki Motohiro and Zhao Junru were dizzy, deaf in both ears, and staggered.

The lights flickered, as if there was a figure walking in it, which was extremely weird.

Li Ling had no joy or sorrow in his eyes, chanting Buddha sounds in his mouth, and holding a demon Buddha oil lamp that was as black as ink and like a black hole in his hand.

Gradually, Zhao Junru closed his eyes, his expression was wooden, and walked towards Li Ling.

Aoki Motohiro's expression was hideous, and his eyes flashed with horror, "Artifact, this Buddha lamp is also an artifact!"

"Ahem, ahem!"

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, Aoki Motohiro's face was hideous, and the true qi around his body was tumbling, and he retreated with difficulty, and every step he took seemed to exhaust his strength.

"Lord, wake up !!"

Lu Bu's majestic voice was like the roar of a god, echoing in Li Ling's mind.

However, Li Ling didn't seem to be able to hear it, and he still recited the Buddha sound that shook his heart.

The flickering light gradually transformed, as if it had turned into a demonic face, extremely hideous, crying and laughing together, emitting bursts of seductive laughter.

"Hell, this artifact is actually more powerful than the demon sword Muramasa?" Aoki shook his head violently, feeling his vision blur.

In the depths of the sea of consciousness, Li Ling sat cross-legged, his lips moved up and down, chanting Buddha sounds, and golden fonts floated out of his mouth.

As the golden font floated out of his mouth, his consciousness continued to weaken.

This Demon Buddha oil lamp was lit by relying on Li Ling's consciousness to devour it.

Just now in the Demon God Domain, thousands of powerful ghosts suddenly appeared around Li Ling, making him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and at this moment, he suddenly thought of the Demon Buddha Oil Lamp.

The Demon Buddha Oil Lamp really did not disappoint him, and the dim light possessed magical power to dispel the evil spirits in the Demon God Domain.

But what Li Ling didn't expect was that this Demon Buddha oil lamp actually used his own magnetic field as lamp oil, and the most important thing was that Li Ling didn't know how to extinguish the Demon Buddha oil lamp.

Zhao Junru looked confused, gradually approached Li Ling, his right hand stiffened, slowly raised, and stretched out towards the pitch-black Demon Buddha oil lamp.

The strange face formed by the lamp swayed happily.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the light went out.

Zhao Junru trembled, blinked, looked at Li Ling in front of him, and then looked at his right hand raised, stretching out towards the black Demon Buddha oil lamp, and couldn't help but change his face greatly, and his eyes flashed with fear. That state just now made him feel as if he had been refined into a puppet, unable to control his body.

"It's finally gone!"

Just as Zhao Junru's right hand was about to touch the light, Li Ling, who was in the depths of the sea of consciousness, suddenly opened his eyes, and a crimson dragon's breath erupted from his nostrils.

The dragon's breath is yang to rigidity, and all demons are inviolable, instantly suppressing the influence of the Demon Buddha oil lamp.

"Luck, it's really luck!" Li Ling's forehead was covered with cold sweat, if he didn't have the most masculine and rigid dragon breath, I'm afraid, his consciousness would really be swallowed by the Demon Buddha Oil Lamp.

"Toto!"

"Are you alright?"

"The subordinates are fine!" Zhao Junru's eyes flashed with fanaticism, looking at Li Ling, whose face was pale, but his eyes were extremely bright. He felt that Jin Yiwei would soon return to his heyday and become the executioner that everyone feared.

Putting away the Demon Buddha oil lamp, Li Ling raised his eyelids and looked at Aoki Motohiro, who was bending down to pick up the deer cutting sword and turning to flee.

"Do you think you can still get away?"

Li Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light, if it weren't for Aoki Motohiro to attract the Demon God Domain Field, he would not have almost been swallowed by the Demon Buddha Oil Lamp.

"Whew!"

The figure moved, like a humanoid lightning bolt.

As soon as Aoki Benhao ran out of the room, he felt a strong wind passing around him, and the corners of his mouth twitched, looking at Li Ling who was blocking in front of him.

With a faint fear flashing in his eyes, Aoki Motohiro gritted his teeth and said, "Li Ling, you promised Xinyang Sakurako to let me go!"

"Do you want me to let you go now?" Li Ling sneered, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Give me the deer cutting sword!"

Aoki Motohiro's eyes flashed with hesitation, this is one of the three major divine swords of the island country, the demon sword Muramasa. But when he thought of Li Ling's terrifying combat power, Aoki Motohiro was helpless again, and said secretly, "I will put the Demon Sword Village here now, at most five years, I will definitely take the Demon Sword Village back with my own hands!"

"Here you go!"

With a flick of his backhand, the pitch-black deer cutting sword was thrown at Li Ling by Aoki Motohiro.

Seeing Aoki Motohiro throw the deer cutting sword over so happily, a sneer appeared on the corner of Li Ling's mouth, "Should I say that you know current affairs, or are you greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Listening to Li Ling's ridicule, the corners of Aoki Motohiro's mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice: "Li Ling, I also gave it to you in the Demon Sword Village, now, can you let me go?"

"Let's go?"

Holding the pitch-black deer cutting sword, Li Ling's eyes flashed with a strange light, who would have thought that it was this sword that looked a little sharper, but it almost killed him.

"You want to repent?"

"Don't worry, I'll let you go!" Li Ling stroked the sharp blade of the Deer Cutting Sword and laughed in a low voice: "It's just that you can't just leave!"

"Then what do you want?" Aoki Motohiro's expression changed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he vaguely guessed Li Ling's plan in his heart.

"Waste the true anger and let you go!"

Li Ling suddenly raised his head, his eyes spurting with fierce light.

"Fart!"

At the moment when Li Ling spoke, Aoki Motohiro's figure moved, like a long dragon, sweeping towards the rear.

"Can you get away?"

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Li Ling's mouth, looking at Aoki Motohiro who disappeared in his eyes, he stepped out, rolled up a terrifying energy, and there was a roar, as if thunder was on the ground, deafening, "If you lose the deer cutting sword, killing you is like slaughtering a dog, Aoki Motohiro, this is your own death!"

Killing you is like slaughtering a dog!

Listening to Li Ling's words, Aoki Motohiro, who was secretly fleeing, was furious, he was a strong master of the island country, and he was actually compared by Li Ling with pigs and dogs.

Zhao Junru trembled, not because he was afraid, but because he was excited.

Looking at Li Ling's figure like lightning, constantly flashing, and disappearing from sight, Zhao Junru clenched his fists and almost roared: "Dutong, Zoff Guardian Zhao Junru, I wish you to sweep the island country barbarians!"