As the man spoke, everyone felt a cold wind coming, and they couldn't help but shiver.

Yang Ling's gaze swept over these people, and finally fixed on the person who spoke, and asked in a deep voice, "You are the sect leader of the Witch God Sect?" ”

Wu Zhe's eyes were gloomy, he glanced at Yang Ling coldly, and said in a cold tone: "It's you, a little ghost, who has repeatedly ruined the big things of this sect leader?" ”

"Looks like you're the leader!"

Yang Ling nodded, his body suddenly shook in place, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Wu Zhe, his right hand claw grabbing towards his throat, so fast that almost no one present reacted.

When Chu Yanqing and the others saw it clearly, they were all overjoyed in their hearts, this move to capture the thief and capture the king first was simply wonderful.

Even Wu Zhe's pupils shrank, and when he was about to make a move, his neck was strangled by the other party.

"You ......"

Yang Ling's body moved, and he retreated from the crowd of the Witch God Sect with him.

The Deputy Sect Leader Kunsang and the five elders were stunned, and shouted angrily, "Let go of the Sect Master!" ”

How could they throw a rat trap, they didn't dare to rush forward rashly, but they were full of doubts in their hearts, they couldn't imagine that the other party's speed was so fast, and even the sect leader couldn't react.

Looking at Wu Zhe, whose eyes widened and his face was furious, Yang Ling's five fingers tightened slightly, and he said coldly: "Say, where is Zihuang?" ”

Wu Zhe couldn't hide the anger in his heart, and said hatefully: "He has been made into a silver corpse by me, and he is dead!" ”

"Ho-ho-ho!"

As he spoke, a seeping laugh emanated from his throat.

In the crowd, Zi Ningyan heard the news, her delicate body trembled, and she almost fainted, but fortunately, Zhou Yun stepped forward to support her in time.

Zi Ningyan's face was desperate, she knew that after more than a month, Ah Di fell into the hands of the Witch God Sect and had no way to live, but when she really heard the news, the sadness she had been suppressing suddenly came to her heart, and she felt that her eyes were gloomy.

Knowing this, she should have been captured by the Witch God Sect with Zihuang and went to life and death together, if she couldn't let go of Yang Ling in her heart, she would kill the Witch God Sect alone, and she would not let her only relative in this world die alone.

Yang Ling saw that Zi Ningyan's face was full of tears, and the emotions of remorse, grief, despair, and anger in his eyes were intertwined, and there was a faint hint of death, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, pinched Wu Zhe's hand tightly, and shouted angrily: "You lie, didn't You Ze say that Zihuang is the Holy Son in your sect?" ”

Wu Zhe smiled coldly: "Hehe, since the founding of my sect, no one has ever refined a silver corpse, he is the first one in the world, and he has a life Gu, how can I be unhappy, what is the title of a holy son, anyway, he is also a puppet without thoughts." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Look for death!"

Yang Ling was furious, and as soon as he used his hand, he only heard a click, and Wu Zhe's neck was directly twisted by him, and he drooped down weakly.

"Leader !!"

Seeing this, the people of the Witch God Sect screamed in grief.

Chu Yanqing and the others looked at each other, they couldn't imagine that the leader of the Witch God Sect would die like this, and they originally planned to use him to blackmail the remaining Witch God Sect members, but now they were killed by Yang Ling, and they were afraid that they would be in trouble for a while!

It's just that they open their mouths to blame each other, and now that everyone is dead, it's useless to talk about it.

As soon as they thought that the leader of the Witch God Cult was dead, the remaining Witch God Cultists were afraid that they would fight back desperately, and everyone started fighting

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Twelve-point spirit, ready to meet the enemy at any time.

Yang Ling glanced at the devastated and heartbroken Zi Ning Yan, and only hated why he had come so late, the harmful Zihuang was killed, Yan Er was sad, and the killing intent in his heart suddenly burst out like a tidal wave, and everyone was immediately startled, and this condensation was like a real ferocity that made them smell it.

"Wen Qing!"

With Yang Ling shouting, Wen Qing threw the long sword in his hand in understanding.

Yang Ling's figure flashed, and the long sword in the sky disappeared, and the next moment, several screams sounded one after another in the Witch God Sect, only to see that in the darkness, white light floated by, and the people of the Witch God Sect saw a phantom shadow flashing, and their necks lit up, blood splashed out, and they fell to the ground in a daze.

Looking at the sky again, more than a dozen heads were thrown up almost at the same time, and then rolled to the ground.

Everything happened in a flash of light, and by the time Kunsang and the five elders reacted, dozens of the remaining disciples had already been killed.

"Shaft, you dare!"

The three elders were furious, and an arrow leaped out, and found an afterimage flashing, and immediately swung a palm at him.

"Third Elder, no!"

The Great Elder's face changed suddenly, thinking of the strength of the other party, even the sect leader couldn't guard against it, and you alone were any of his opponents.

However, the three elders jumped out in one step, and it was already ten zhang away, and before the great elder could chase after him, he saw that the body of the three elders suddenly stiffened, and his right hand still maintained the posture of holding out his palm, but his footsteps were stunned in place and did not move.

"Quack!"

As Yang Ling's figure appeared in front of them, several people found that an extremely thin blood line appeared on the back of the neck of the third elder, and the next moment, they saw blood spilling from the blood line of his neck, and his head also tilted, fell to the ground, rolled out of Zhang Xu, and happened to face them.

When Kunsang and the others saw him with an angry face and a round expression, it was obvious that they didn't even see the other party's moves clearly before they died, and their hearts suddenly became cold.

Even Kunsang, who had the highest martial arts now, shuddered and looked at him in horror.

"Quick, summon the bronze corpse out, quick!"

Kunsang shouted anxiously.

Seeing Yang Ling walking towards them, everyone panicked for a while.

The remaining Witch God Sect disciples were frightened and began to flee in all directions.

Chu Yanqing and the others saw that it was a good opportunity, and immediately led their disciples to surround them and began to kill them one by one.

"Say, where is the purple phoenix!"

Even if it becomes a silver corpse, but Zihuang's body should still be intact, after some murder to vent his anger, Yang Ling also thought about it, and immediately asked Kunsang and the others.

Kunsang and the Great Elder were so frightened that they retreated one after another, and the former said urgently: "The Purple Phoenix has always been refined by the Sect Master, I really don't know!" ”

The Great Elder and the others also nodded in a panic: "Yes, in fact, the process of refining the silver corpse is extremely complicated and not easy, at least one month, at most half a year, maybe the sect leader has not yet succeeded in refining!" ”

Now it doesn't matter if there is still life or not, they are all frightened by Yang Ling's momentum, and they will kill people if they don't agree with each other, and with such a strange method, their courage is broken, and they immediately shake out everything they knew.

As soon as he heard that Zihuang was still saved, the killing intent in Yang Ling's eyes suddenly disappeared a little, but his tone was still cold and terrifying: "Take me to find it, if you can't find it, I'll kill you!" ”

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"No need, the silver corpse has been trained, and the purple phoenix is dead!"

Hearing this, Yang Ling's eyes lit up.

Kunsang and the others were so frightened that their legs trembled, and they almost knelt down, shaking their heads again and again: "No, I didn't say it!" ”

The Great Elder and the others also shook their heads.

However, Yang Ling directly swept his gaze over them, looking at the figure under the steps behind him, his pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

Chu Yanqing, Master Qingjing and the others also noticed that something was wrong, and they all looked down the steps, and when they saw the figure standing, they couldn't help but exclaim: "How is it possible!" ”

I saw that Wu Zhe, who was supposed to die, miraculously came back to life and stood in front of them in a good manner, and after seeing the person he had kidnapped in his hands, everyone's hearts suddenly burst out.

Wu Zhe looked at Yang Ling coldly and said, "Boy, this sect leader is immortal, just rely on you, how can you kill me?" ”

Yang Ling's eyes gradually turned cold: "It's my negligence, if I pierce your heart with a sword and cut off your head, will you still be alive?" ”

He was also carried away by anger before, and his heart was about Zi Ningyan, so he forgot that the human constitution of the Wushen Sect was strange, unless he pierced his heart, no matter how serious the injury was, he could recover from it, and the disciples in the sect could do so, not to mention the Sect Master, but what he didn't expect was that he was careless for a while, and it actually caused a big disaster.

Hearing this, Wu Zhe's face suddenly froze, and then became very ugly, and he scolded secretly: If he can live a fart, no matter how powerful he is, he can only recover by relying on the magic of the witch Gu in his body, if he is directly pierced through the heart, will An still live?

Not to mention being beheaded, no matter how powerful the Gu worm is, he can't give him a head.

Sensing that Yang Ling's figure suddenly moved, the strength in Wu Zhe's hand immediately increased a little, and when he heard a painful groan, Yang Ling's figure stopped at a position less than a foot away from Wu Zhe, as long as his long sword advanced one more inch, it could pierce Wu Zhe's eyebrows.

But at this critical moment, he stopped.

Looking at the purple condensation smoke that was held hostage by Wu Zhe, Yang Ling's eyes showed a look of pain, and he said hoarsely: "Let her go!" ”

Wu Zhe felt a chill in his heart, and it was difficult to hide a look of panic on his face, because as long as he took a step slower, he might really die.

Although he was stabbed into the eyebrows by the long sword, he could still be saved, but it also took time for the witch Gu to recover, and the other party already knew how to kill him, so he was afraid that taking advantage of this time, it would be enough for him to die ten times.

Fortunately, he was smart, and after recovering, he did not immediately provoke, but grabbed the heartbroken Zi Ningyan, he naturally saw that the relationship between Yang Ling and Zi Ningyan was not ordinary, so he took the hostage, and now it seems that his decision is too wise, just almost, almost he is about to die.

As soon as he thought of this, a trace of fear suddenly swelled up in his heart.

"Let her go? Will I still be alive if I let her go? ”

Wu Zhe sneered, he was also careless, he didn't expect Yang Ling's martial arts to be so powerful, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was superb, he was not his opponent, if he wanted to live, he needed to hold the chess piece in his hand.

Yang Ling took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Do you think you'll be able to escape today?"

Glancing at the Witch God Cultists who were cut like leeks, Wu Zhe did not have any pity in his eyes, and sneered: "This is not necessarily, this sect leader has prepared a big gift for you!" ”

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