At this moment, the shadow of the golden fist palm in the sky carried the mystery of the most rigid and holy and bombarded towards Lu Zhong.

From a distance, the Buddha is crossed in the shadow of his palm, they are extremely sacred, chanting Zen words and Buddha words, like a special form of blessing, making this magic method more powerful and mysterious.

'Boom Boom~' The blood spear collided with the shadow of the huge fist palm, exuding the majesty of the mountain and the tsunami.

If it were in the outside world, this residual power alone would be enough to kill many spiritual cultivators.

Yang Ling was like a god of war, punching and killing, and the other breaths lasted for a long time, and the moves flowed smoothly without the slightest stagnation.

The shadow of the fist palm is like a wave, constantly impacting, and the power is superimposed on each other, getting stronger and stronger.

With a muffled sound, the blood spear in Lu Zhong's hand suddenly broke, quickly collapsed, and dissipated into countless light rains.

Knock knock knock ~ Yang Ling's momentum was like a rainbow, taking advantage of the opponent's defeat to attack wildly, the big fist of the casserole kept smashing on the opponent's body, making him spit blood foam and keep retreating.

At this moment, the situation in the field has been decided, and there is basically no hope of reversal.

Hiss~ The long sword crossed the air, slashing through Lu Zhong's body with lightning speed, leaving a shocking wound, and the blood was like a waterfall, and it couldn't stop flowing.

He looked like a madman, screaming hysterically, trying to press the last of his strength to fight for life and death.

It's a pity that Yang Ling didn't give him a chance to build up momentum at all. Black しし Pavilion

Brush brush brush ~ The long sword is ruthless, the sword is full of strength, and there are many wounds on Lu Zhong's body, all of which are deeply visible.

At this time, this situation has been crushed, his defeat has been decided, and he has no power to return to the sky.

Boom~ It didn't take long for Yang Ling to seize the opportunity and hit the opponent's heart with a punch.

I have to say that his strength is too strong, directly shattering Lu Zhong's sternum, and the powerful impact directly shatters the beating and powerful heart.

The battle finally came to an end, ending with Yang Ling's victory, and at his feet, Lu Zhong was covered in blood and lay quietly.

He was extremely unwilling to die, and a pair of eyeballs burst out, looking extremely terrifying, as if they would burst out of his eyes and fall at any time.

This is the real grudge in the heart, and the death is not blind.

At the end of the First World War, looking into the distance, with the tossing and jumping of the undead ring, Yang Ling saw a lot, most of which were death and decay.

For no reason, a sense of sadness and depression came to mind.

Looking at the unrecognizable corpse at his feet, he felt a chill all over his body, and a trace of pity rose in his heart.

"The world is impermanent, maybe one day, I will be so unwilling, right?"

He muttered to himself, suddenly feeling weak, and sat down on the edge of the ring with a thud.

I saw the mark on my forehead flickering, fading more and more, and disappearing after a while.

The strength in the body receded like a tide, becoming empty, cold and lonely, and the heart was extremely lonely and lost.

"Perhaps, I'll die soon, right?"

Yang Ling was helpless, because his state at this time was very poor, even an ordinary half-step refinement realm powerhouse was invincible, and when the undead ring carried him back, he was afraid that he would be suppressed and killed by the spiritual cultivators of the Lu family and the Yan family.

He was depressed, the ring of the dead was not controlled at all, and it was quite spiritual, and after a while, it would return to the original place on its own, and he could not stop halfway.

"What is the purpose of the forger of this ring, is it trying to sharpen its first users? Yes, if it does, it will not make people rely too much on it, so that they can survive in the face of adversity and achieve the effect of sharpening. ”

Yang Ling sighed in a low voice and said to himself, he could only think like this, otherwise who would forge a treasure that could not be completely controlled.

However, even if the undead ring could be completely controlled, he would have to go back to any place in space at will.

After all, Min Du Kurong and the others were still in that ancient hall, and if he really left them and ran away, it would be too unkind and unjust, and it was not his style at all.

Soon after, a dark rootless wind blew above the ring of the undead, and some intricate patterns appeared on the ground, flashing with blood-colored light, and these lines moved and intertwined, and finally turned into a special brand.

Yang Ling clearly saw that a wisp of remnant soul floated out of Lu Zhong's body and was swallowed by the brand.

Even the latter's body was shrinking, and all the blood on his body seeped into the ground, and soon disappeared, leaving not a drop of blood.

Yang Ling frowned, he had seen this picture before, it appeared when he killed the third child of Jiujian Mountain.

This is purely the autonomous behavior of the undead ring, and even he, the controller, is in the clouds and cannot be fathomed.

However, he had a feeling that after absorbing Lu Zhong's essence and blood remnant soul, this ring seemed to have become different, and it seemed to be stronger, although it was very small, but at least it was developing in a good direction.

"It's a pity, I don't have the strength to fight anymore, otherwise if I detain the woman surnamed Lu, even if I can't defeat her, at least I can kill both of them!"

Yang Ling secretly thought that until now, Lu Yuxuan was the person who posed the biggest threat to him.

After fighting Lu Zhong, Yan Yi was not taken seriously by him at all, if he fought hard in this undead ring, the other party would only have one way to die, this is his confidence in killing.

Boom~ The ring shook, jumping quickly in the ancient battlefield, I don't know how many thousands of miles I crossed.

Yang Ling saw the blood-stained river, the rushing blood-colored river, the dark abyss, and the cracked earth.

It's just that in such a vast land, there is not a single living being.

Hiss~ The blades condensed by the intense killing machine cut wildly in the void, slashing at the undead ring from time to time, splashing sparks in the sky.

"I'm going back!"

Yang Ling was extremely nervous, his heart was uneasy, and he smiled bitterly when he looked at the scrawny corpse at his feet.

"What if you win, you still have to die in the end!"

He also wanted to live, but he couldn't think of how he could escape from the hands of Lu Yuxuan and Yan Yi in his current state.

Hum ~ The speed of the ring has reached its limit, and it makes a clear sound, and finally breaks through the shackles of space with a crisp sound and leaves the ancient battlefield.

The sky is still so blue, and the earth is still so green.

Mountains stretched, rivers rushed, and countless wild beasts roared in the sky, shaking the wilderness.

"Well, is that the inner city? It seems that the invisible barrier separating the inner and outer city is gone!"

Standing in the ring, he gazed and saw four tall walls made of black stone, and as for what was inside the wall, he did not see clearly, because it was obscured by the drowsy twilight, and his vision could not penetrate it at all.

At this time, the crowd of black oppressors swarmed towards the inner city, and they shouted and scolded.

Some people fought because of the dispute, and in an instant blood splattered and wailed all over the field, and countless heads rolled to the ground, trampled by the crowded pedestrians.