Song Yizhi dodged the whip very quickly.

Mu Rong looked at Song Yizhi, who was like a loach, and the cruelty in her eyes was even worse, and her behavior of wielding the whip was a little impatient.

Looking at Mu Rong, who was a little eager, Song Yizhi was still calm and steady.

It didn't take long for Mu Rong to find that he was restrained by Song Yizhi, because he was a little eager for quick success just now, exposing a lot of flaws.

Mu Rong quickly stabilized his mind, and the flawed whip technique was much better, and the whip full of killing intent hit Song Yizhi.

Over there, Ling Yan and the young ancestor fought, and after only a few moves, Ling Yan's somewhat sharp voice was full of disbelief, "How could it be!" ”

Now that the Heavenly Dao of this world may have collapsed, the cultivation she suppressed can be used again, but now that she is fighting with this young man, she actually feels a little difficult.

It's just a person from the nether, how can he be so strong?!

The young old ancestor didn't speak, he focused on fighting with Lingyan.

In the end, it is from the upper realm, and the strength is still a few points.

The young ancestor felt a little pressure, but it was not impossible to kill Lingyan.

Ling Shuo and Rong Yueyuan on this side are fighting together.

Knowing that Rong Yueyuan might be the son of luck in this world, he would be very strong, but Ling Shuo didn't expect Rong Yueyuan to be so strong.

He held the long sword in both hands and collided with Wen Xue in Rong Yueyuan's hand.

The majestic and ferocious sword qi made the clothes of the two of them windless.

Ling Shuo and Rong Yueyuan stepped back in unison, and then continued to fight.

Ling Shuo didn't know if Rong Yueyuan was okay, but his arm was shocked by the powerful and ferocious sword qi, and the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly.

Rong Yueyuan looked at Ling Shuo's gaze, full of battle intent.

The two of them quickly made a few more moves.

Then, Ling Shuo looked at Rong Yueyuan's gaze with some shock and stunned.

Power?!

Looking at the long sword that slashed in front of him, Ling Shuo put away his shocked mood and made a few moves with Rong Yueyuan.

In the end, Ling Shuo could be sure that Rong Yueyuan indeed had divine power in his body.

No wonder he, a person from the lower realm, can fight with him for so long, it turns out that he stole Song Yizhi's divine power!

"Rong Yueyuan, you're just like that." Lingshuo Long Sword waved and distanced Rong Yueyuan, and then the sword turned around, and said while fighting, "Stealing divine power, it turns out that you and Song Yizhi are in one place to draw this!" ”

Rong Yueyuan didn't open his mouth to explain, the sword in his hand became faster and more ruthless, as if he had been poked in the heart.

Seeing Rong Yueyuan like this, Ling Shuo felt more and more that he was right.

Mu Rong, who was distracted and eavesdropping, glanced at Rong Yueyuan, and then looked at Song Yizhi with undisguised mockery in his eyes.

"I'll just say, how could the Fifth Elder take a fancy to you!" Mu Rong opened his mouth to speak, and then laughed heartily, "It turned out to be your divine power!" ”

Song Yizhi was not in a hurry or annoyed, she was wielding a white tassel gun in her hand, and her marksmanship became sharp.

"Smack!"

The sound of the break drew the eyes of the two groups of people who were at war.

Song Yizhi's sharp marksmanship made Mu Rong have to raise the whip to resist.

Mu Rong blocked this, and the spear in Song Yizhi's hand directly cut off the whip of the gods.

Mu Rong looked at the Divine Whip that was broken into two pieces in his hand and stayed in place.

The whip of the god is broken?!

Seeing this, Lingshuo and Lingyan's pupils shrank suddenly.

How come?!

The Divine Whip is something more powerful than an artifact, how could it break?!

Looking at Mu Rong, who was stunned, Song Yizhi stabbed the spear in his hand forward, directly into Mu Rong's heart.

"Uh......" Mu Rong let out a cry of pain, and before she could react, she was picked off by Song Yizhi.

The young ancestor looked at the clone's Lingyan and directly made a killing move.

The bright spiritual power briefly illuminated the darkness, and the blow full of killing intent approached Lingyan.

"Bump—"

Lingyan was hit by this blow and flew upside down and hit the mountain, she rolled to the ground, and her mouth was "Poof!" A mouthful of blood spat out.

Rong Yueyuan restrained Ling Shuo, and the figure of the young ancestor flashed in front of Ling Yan, and the long sword in his hand was raised.

Ling Shuo could watch Mu Rong die, but he couldn't watch Ling Yan die, after all, he was an old man.

The long sword in Lingshuo's hand escaped from his hand, helping Lingyan block the mortal blow.

Lingyan quickly rolled to the ground.

She didn't care about the pain in her internal organs, and quickly moved to Lingshuo's side.

Ling Shuo withdrew his long sword to block Rong Yueyuan's slash, and then said to Ling Yan, "Summon!" ”

Lingyan nodded, and then pinched the trick with both hands.

Song Yizhi searched in the dim light, and then found Mu Rong in a dark place.

Mu Rong lay on the ground like a dog, her breathing getting weaker and weaker.

Song Yizhi glanced at the battle situation on Rong Yueyuan's side, and then walked towards Murong with a spear.

The young old ancestor came to Rong Yueyuan's side, and when he felt Rong Yueyuan's sword qi, the young old ancestor suddenly spoke, "Be more ruthless." ”

Rong Yueyuan responded, and then shot even harder.

Ling Shuo resisted Rong Yueyuan in front, and Ling Yan pinched the trick in the back.

Just when Song Yizhi was about to carry a gun to Mu Rong and send him away, there was some movement from the bottom of the mountain.

The roars of wild beasts came and went, for they were at the top of the mountain, and the movements were not very real.

As more and more beastly creatures gathered at the foot of the mountain, the roar echoed in the mountains and forests, terrifying and terrifying.

Song Yizhi quickly gave Mu Rong a shot, and then said to Rong Yueyuan, "I'll take a look." ”

"Stay safe." The young ancestor advised.

He could follow Song Yizhi over, but there were still two people here, and Rong Yueyuan was afraid that he would not be able to leave.

Song Yizhi left quickly.

Mu Rong, who fell in a pool of blood, gradually lost his breath.

But when no one was paying attention, her chest, which had stopped breathing, suddenly rose and fell a little.

Meanwhile.

Foot.

When Song Yizhi came down, he saw Nangong Lin and a few people blocking at the foot of the mountain, and they were surrounded by dense beastly creatures.

The North Sect Master saw Song Yizhi at a glance, and immediately spoke, "Miss Song! ”

Song Yizhi nodded.

Only a few Venerables of Nangong Lin came here, and Yan Lingyu and the others didn't see it, thinking that they were on the side of the Immortal Demon Battlefield.

"How's it going?" Song Yizhi asked, then raised his hand and waved, and the transparent barrier rose to block those hideous, twisted beast creatures.

Nangong Lin took two breaths and said, "The situation is not very good!" ”

"The situation of bestiality is getting worse and worse." The Northern Sect Master opened his mouth and said, "At least half of the people on the Immortal Demon Battlefield have been infected!" ”

Shenchen recited the Buddha's name, "There is no way to do it in Bodhi Temple. ”

When this sentence fell, the surrounding atmosphere condensed a little.

Song Yizhi looked at them and spoke, "What about the Immortal Cultivation Realm?" ”

"This situation has spread in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, as well as the Demon Realm! Ten days ago, we had cooperated with the Demon Lord Mahayana, but we couldn't control it at all. Nangong Lin said.

The Northern Sect Master said, "The whole of the Changqiu Sect is trying to control the situation in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, but there are so many people ......."

Bei Xianyue shook her head, and her beautiful face showed a little melancholy and discouragement.

There are so many mortals and monks in the immortal cultivation world, relying on a few of them......

What should I do?

The expressions on the faces of Nangong Lin and the others were extremely solemn and discouraged.

(End of chapter)