In the Sword Death Valley, a young man in Tsing Yi slowly withdrew his fist.

A sword in front of him snapped inch by inch, turning into countless fragments and disappearing into the dirt.

Although the punch resulted in the sword curtain spirit body that had just chased them, there was no joy on Liu Ling's face.

Because he knew it was just an appetizer.

What follows is the real storm.

In the Yuanwu realm, he could have borrowed soul power to detect the information around him.

The Heavenly Fire Soul Burning Technique is a divine art, in addition to soul burning, there are also many means such as soul control, soul forging and so on.

Soul control is to control the soul of the other party, set a soul mark in their soul, and make the other party your most loyal slave.

However, this method, because it is too strange, Liu Ling does not have the qualifications to cultivate, I am afraid that he can only cultivate if he has obtained a celestial phenomenon or a higher realm.

However, forging souls, he has been cultivating all along.

Use the Nine Heavens to burn your soul to achieve the purpose of strengthening your soul.

It was very dangerous, and Liu Ling almost played himself to death several times.

But there is always a thrill.

Under the cultivation day and night, Liu Ling's soul power has long surpassed the Yuanwu realm too much, and Liu Ling estimates that probably some small celestial powerhouses are not as strong as his soul power.

This is the power of the divine art, and it is much stronger than the supernatural magic of the vault level.

Turn decay into magic, and make the impossible possible.

Liu Ling closed his eyes, and his soul power slowly released from the center of his eyebrows, spreading towards the periphery of Sword Death Valley.

After a long time, Liu Ling opened his eyes.

A look of shock flashed in his pitch-black pupils.

He knew that there were many spirits coming, but he didn't know that there were so many.

There is a sentence in my heart that my mother sells criticism, and I don't know whether to talk about it or not?

Liu Ling turned his head to look at Dong Aoi, who had already begun to control the sword spirit, and a look of determination appeared on his face,

Although he is not a good person, he must do what he promises others.

Tomlyho, as long as I'm here, there won't be any power that can interfere with you.

Retracting his gaze, a bloody light flashed, and the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd appeared in Liu Ling's hand.

One person and one halberd, obviously his figure is not burly, but thin, but at this time he looks so tall.

Jinfeng Zhen Shiding flew out, rapidly expanding and expanding, surrounding Liu Ling's side, constantly undulating.

Faintly, there can even be the sound of phoenix chirping.

These are two of his most profitable super treasures.

In the Sword Valley, the wind was singing softly, but in this whispering, there seemed to be a little more solemnity.

The white clouds in the distance didn't know when they turned into ink, rolling like ocean waves, crushing towards Liu Ling with a surging momentum.

All of them were spirits on the Holy Mountain.

"Kill. ”

Before the other party could arrive first, Liu Ling's footsteps had already stepped on the ground.

Then, like a cannonball, his body shot straight into the air, rushing into the tumbling ink clouds.

In an instant, countless roaring sounds sounded in the ink clouds, as if ten thousand ghosts were roaring in unison, which made people's hearts frightened.

The ink cloud tide rolled more and more violently, and a shocking explosion sound came from inside.

Faintly visible, a figure in the ink cloud holding a blood-colored halberd, opening and closing, killing all directions,

A golden giant dome surrounded him, releasing thousands of golden rays of light that swept away everything.

However, there are too many spirits, although the strength is not strong, but the ants bite and kill the elephant.

A spirit body fell, and thousands of spirits poured up one after another.

Liu Ling's figure was directly submerged, only the blood-colored light and golden light that tore through the ink clouds from time to time and soared into the sky, representing that a shocking battle was taking place inside.

Turning her gaze to the other direction, Dong Lyho sat cross-legged beside the Holy Demon Sword at this time, and the power of her bloodline wrapped her soul and entered the space of the Holy Demon Sword for a long time.

In the space of the Holy Demon Sword, the winter mallow with a faint blood light on his body was looking at it at great speed.

But this space is too big, too big, and Tomlyho has only checked less than a tenth of the places for so long.

That's why she became more and more anxious.

Because she knew what kind of battle Liu Ling was going on outside.

After a long time, Liu Ling will really die.

"Where the hell is the Spirit of the Holy Demon Sword?" Dong Que cried out anxiously in his heart.

The spirit within any newborn artifact does not want to have a master.

After all, they're already counting the first half of their lives.

Hollyhock can only look for it as best as he can.

"Are you looking for me?"

While Dong Lai was searching wildly, a voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

Looking through the layers of mist, Tomoock saw a small doll thirty centimeters tall.

This little doll has purple skin, not like a human, but it looks fleshy and very cute.

He had two horns on his head, like a glass cast, very dreamy.

Unarmed, revealing a bird between the legs.

On its back is a six-piece magic sword, which is in six colors.

If you look closely, it turns out to be white clouds, flowing water, thousands of traces, broken spirits, soul slashing, and the six ancestral demon swords in the world.

At this time, these six Ancestor Demon Swords had already turned into his sword wings, and between the slow fanning, there was endless sword qi swaying.

The seven Ancestor Demon Swords, the Demon Dao Sword is the mainstay, and the remaining six Ancestor Demon Swords are supplemented, turning into a real holy weapon, the Holy Demon Sword.

"The sword spirit of the Holy Demon Sword, I finally found it. A look of excitement flashed in Winterly's eyes.

"Well, you have a familiar aura on you, and you feel very comfortable. The Holy Demon Sword Spirit took two sharp breaths.

I saw that the blood-red light on Dong Kui's body dispersed and directly submerged into the mouth of the Holy Demon Sword Spirit.

That's the power of the bloodline.

Hollyhock had a happy face, and if he talked about it, it would be easy to do.

"I am the descendant of the Sword Demon Saint Clan, you have just been born, and you are the holy sword of my Sword Demon Clan, only you can make my Sword Demon Saint Clan regain its glory. ”

"Sword Demon Saint Clan, well, it seems a little familiar. The Holy Demon Sword Spirit tilted his head and thought about it, and spoke.

"Yes, you are the holy sword of my sword demon clan, follow me, you can exert your true power. Hollyhock continued.

"But I'm very hungry now, and a golden thunderbolt has cut me half to death. The Holy Demon Sword Spirit said.

His pitch-black pupils stretched out, and a sly look flashed through him.

Golden Thunder?

"I can share the power of my bloodline with you, so that you can recover as soon as possible. Tomhock hesitated and said.

The power of the bloodline is also very important to her, and if she loses too much, her bloodline power may no longer be so perfect.

"No, no, no," the Holy Demon Sword Spirit shook his head.

Dong Que was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of the Holy Demon Sword Spirit: "Then how do I need to help you?"

"You can make me ...... Did you eat you?" the words spit out by the Holy Demon Sword Spirit made Dong Aoi immediately chill all over his body.

"Haha, let me eat you, and I can return to the top, and then leave this damn holy mountain, and let me roam the world from now on. ”

The Holy Demon Sword Spirit let out an incomparably sharp roar and pounced directly towards Dong Kui.

Choke.

Dong Lai didn't have time to think about it, and the ancient sword behind her rushed straight up and was held in her hand.

The battle between the two is on the verge of breaking out.

......

At this time, in the sky above the Sword Death Valley, the ink clouds in the sky had shrunk by more than half.

However, due to its large size, even so, it still obscures the sky and the sun, which is very terrifying.

"The First Form of the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd: Bloody Battle Eight Desolations. ”

"The Second Form of the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd: Heaven and Earth Annihilation. ”

"The Third Form of the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd: Halberd Fall. ”

Liu Ling's roar came from the ink clouds.

The tumbling ink cloud suddenly froze visibly to the naked eye, and in the next second, the endless red light directly tore through the ink cloud and rushed into the sky.

The entire Sword Death Valley was reflected in a piece of red.

A giant with a blood-red glow all over his body stood up from the ink cloud.

It is thousands of feet tall, like a world-destroying giant, and the breath on its body makes people feel terrified.

The giant held a blood-colored halberd in his hand, and looked at the ink cloud under him, and in his blood-red eyes, Liu Ling's expression actually appeared.

"Break it for me. ”

The sound is like Huang Zhong Da Lu, shaking the Quartet.

The blood-colored halberd swept through the air, and finally stabbed fiercely towards the ink cloud.

Like blood-colored lightning tearing through the void.

Rumble.

An earth-shattering explosion sounded, and the mountain walls around Sword Death Valley collapsed in an instant.

Huge rocks rolled down, and the smoke and dust enveloped the entire Sword Death Valley.

It's like the end of the world.

And the ink clouds in the sky also exploded violently after several contractions and expansions.

Countless high-pitched screams rang out, and then all of them disappeared.

Thousands of spirits were directly shattered under Liu Ling's halberd.

The sun in the sky was shining again, and a figure was slowly falling to the ground.

Bang.

Liu Ling fell on the ground, instantly shattering countless earth and stones.

He gasped violently, his chest heaving.

At this time, Liu Ling was covered with an unknown number of scars, and blood seeped out of them, staining him into a bloody man.

The blue clothes on his body were only strips of cloth, worse than that of a beggar.

But his eyes were still bright.

"Damn, if the Sword Demon Saint Clan doesn't give Lao Tzu something back, it's a big loss this time," Liu Ling spat fiercely, and said secretly in his heart.

Just now he experienced what is a real spiritual sea tactic, killing one, and a group, killing a group, and a large group.

If it weren't for his strong spiritual power and strong physical body, I am afraid he would have been torn to pieces a long time ago.

"Tomlyho, I'm working so hard, you give me a little bit of courage. Liu Ling looked at the place of the Holy Demon Sword in the rear, and it was calm.

What he didn't know was that Tomallow was also facing a life-and-death crisis.

After a few water ring techniques, Liu Ling stared at several circles of blue light above his head, which was very magical.

That's when he felt a lot better.

There was no more blood left, and there was no pain in the body.

"And three spirits,"

Liu Ling's eyes rolled and he began to think about countermeasures.