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There are stumps and broken arms everywhere, and anyone who sees this scene is afraid that it is difficult to treat Demon Xiu as a villain, but Ling Xue, a bewitching silver-haired woman, will be regarded as the most evil existence in this world.

However, this understanding is not bad, after all, Ling Xue's current demon body is a collection of countless desires.

She fed on the evil thoughts of the world, and was reborn in this most gloomy yellow spring in the world.

Ling Xuerao had the advantage, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly, his heart was always hanging in his heart, because from Fang Cai to now, He Wenlong had never appeared.

Although she was very disdainful of this true king who was lucky enough to get a glimpse of the way of heaven with the technique of collecting and supplementing, it did not mean that she would despise He Wenlong because of this, on the contrary, she could ignore the other two true kings of demon cultivation, but this fake monk who had plotted against Guan Hongdie made her dare not despise it.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through her heart, and her heart shook.

"Yimeng, be careful of the southwest direction!"

As soon as the words fell, Ke Yimeng turned around suddenly, and saw a black-robed figure moving towards here quickly like a ghost, and her jade fingers quietly loosened.

Sou!

A sharp and scalpeningly sound of breaking the sky sounded in front of the City Lord's Mansion, running through several demon cultivation figures in a row, bringing up a series of blood, and finally pointing directly at He Wenlong, who had been attacking her.

The wind swept up He Wenlong's cloak, revealing the shiny head on it.

Between the lightning and the fire, He Wenlong spurted blood and unfolded his body with secret techniques, which was able to dodge the fatal arrow of the second young lady of the Ke family.

His face became much paler, it was obvious that this secret technique was not a small drain on him, but he didn't feel that he was making a big fuss about a True King Monk dodging Ke Yimeng's arrow in this way.

On the contrary, after seeing the scene where Ke Yimeng shot off Bu Jiuchen's arm with an arrow, he knew very well that with his figure, it was very likely that he would not be able to withstand the light arrow of this woman in white.

He Wenlong took a deep breath and flew towards Ke Yimeng at the fastest speed again, like a dazzling streamer.

How amazing is the speed of the True King Realm monk after going all out, not to mention He Wenlong's enchanting martial soul, what he is best at is speed, moving like a ghost, where is Ke Yimeng able to deal with it, just a breathing effort, He Wenlong is close in front of him.

Ling Xue is only one person in the end, even if the supernatural powers are peerless, it is impossible to protect Ke Yimeng without dead ends, nearly a thousand demon cultivators are rushing up, she and Ke Yimeng must have one of them bear the brunt.

Ling Xue's eyes were cold, she really thought that she only had this means right now?

However, when she was about to use the power of seven hundred Dao Laws to block He Wenlong's attack for Ke Yimeng, she couldn't help but shrink her pupils suddenly.

Nearly a hundred Soul Forging Realm monks nearby, along with a true king guarding Yanguan City, actually detonated the sea of knowledge beside her.

There was a loud bang, and an amazing aura rushed into the sky, rolling up thousands of majestic waves of qi.

Ling Xue was angry and opened her eyes wide, if she let it go, Ke Yimeng was afraid that it would be more than auspicious this time, as soon as she gritted her teeth, she used her demon body to resist this burst of damage that should not be underestimated for the cultivators of the Divine Ability Realm, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, and then raised her hand and pointed at it, countless Great Dao phantoms appeared behind her, and an amazing aura swept in all directions, her gaze looked through the layers of blood and qi, looking at He Wenlong who was about to stab Ke Yimeng with her fingertips.

Heaven and earth collapsed, as if a heaven and earth suddenly descended, directly blocking Ke Yimeng's body, helping her resist the self-explosion of nearly a hundred Soul Forging Realm cultivators.

He Wenlong's eyes flashed slightly, and at the moment when he was about to make a move, the ghostly martial soul behind him surged wildly, emitting a black mist that seemed to ingest people's hearts and minds together.

Immediately after, he disappeared in front of Ke Yimeng.

He Wenlong appeared behind Ling Xue.

Looking at the peerless and palpitating woman in front of him, a golden jade ring appeared on the edge of He Wenlong's wrist, shining with dazzling light, like an artifact.

There are three distinct breaths entwined around it.

Buddha, demons, demons.

All of them have crossed the threshold of the Divine Power Realm, and it is obviously not the breath that He Wenlong, the true king, can release, but the magic ring in his hand!

The three breaths condensed at He Wenlong's fingertips.

At this time, He Wenlong's enchanting martial soul trembled slightly, and then a phantom appeared again.

It was a needle-like phantom with a strange shape.

Second Martial Spirit!

Just by looking at it, she felt the light on it pierce her heart through her pupils, like a spark falling on her restless ocean of desire, sweeping up the prairie fire.

At the moment when his heart was hot, the heart of the sword gall and qin suddenly buzzed, and the righteous qi calmed the flame of more and more restless desires.

However, this was not the most frightening thing for Ling Xue.

"This breath ......!"

She had already had many experiences of combining the three qi in one, so she could naturally understand what kind of terrifying power He Wenlong had condensed at her fingertips at this time, and she had also thought that in this world, she and Ji Wushuang must not only have tried to fuse the completely different Great Dao Qi, but she didn't expect that she would meet here.

Although the power of the Buddha, Demon and Demon Three Qi after the fusion was not as amazing as that of the Demon Immortal Yuan Three Qi Fusion, if it were to be linked to the injuries she was suffering at the moment, the current threat was deadly enough.

Adversity Yin and Yang.

Ling Xue immediately thought of the fourth layer of the sword gall heart, but when this thought floated in her heart, her complexion changed suddenly.

The golden eyes reflected the blood mist floating in all directions.

These are the blood of Ke Xueyan.

The blood of the Heavenly Demon Queen.

The holy blood in the mouth of the demon cultivator.

She seemed to see countless demons born in the blood, and countless soft laughter came from her ears.

She was shocked in her heart, and understood that this must be Ke Xueyan and He Wenlong's backhand against her.

Ling Xue wanted to stimulate the fourth layer of adversity yin and yang in the heart of the sword, gall, and qin, but found that these blood mist had invaded her body, like blood-colored chains, locking the flow of vitality in the countless meridians in her body.

One of her hearts sank to the bottom.

Luohuang Li Qianchou's words sounded in his heart again: "Qin Tianjian has a glimpse of the heavenly opportunity, in this incense battle in Jiudu City, you are very likely to not be able to escape this catastrophe, ask for more blessings." ”

Could it be that this calamity should not be fulfilled in Jiudu City, but it should be fulfilled in this small Yanguan City?

The demon's strange laughter became clearer and clearer, as if mocking and mocking.

He Wenlong said softly: "It's over, Lord Demon Emperor." ”

On his fingertips, a qi needle that was imperceptible to the naked eye suddenly launched, instantly hitting Ling Xue's slender jade back.

This is the second martial soul that He Wenlong is proud of-the Spirit Thorn Martial Soul