It's too embarrassing, every time he is on the same occasion with his father, he has to listen to the Fancy Show of the Heavenly Demon Monarch.

He is also a Jindan Realm monk who is more than a hundred years old, and he has to be called a senior when he goes out.

The Heavenly Demon Lord was also accustomed to his son's cold face, and he didn't continue to be bored with himself, so he simply set his eyes on the competition in front of him.

The big man sent by the Nine Yin Evil Girl had obviously condensed himself by special means.

A pair of hands stretched out from under the black robe, and the black nails were an inch long.

The black nails were as bright as jade, glowing with cold light.

When the battle is fierce, maybe this person's figure will skyrocket by a few inches, and the black robe will be in tatters.

And Chang Ling, who was here, held the Yuan Sacrifice Sword tightly in his hand.

On the hilt of the sword, a medium-grade spirit stone embedded in that place was continuously transporting spiritual power.

The Heavenly Demon Lord raised his eyebrows, this spiritual treasure was a bit interesting.

The two sides didn't even inform each other of their names, and they directly started the competition.

The evil cultivator ran towards Chang Ling, and every foot on the ground seemed to make the entire forest tremble a little.

Chang Ling also unceremoniously raised his sword to meet him.

The two bodies of very different sizes collided in midair, sending up a large cloud of smoke and dust, and the staring crows in the treetops flew away with wails.

After a short touch, both of them flew out upside down to stabilize their bodies.

Chang Ling gently wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The strength of the two of them is also not to be underestimated, and the big man looks a little 'intact' just because his body has no blood after condensation.

Both of them were silent on their faces, but they couldn't help but be frightened in their hearts.

This big man's black robe is not ordinary clothing, it should also be a magic robe known as 'water and fire are inviolable', and his own skin and flesh have been condensed, and his tenacity is no worse than that of any person.

With Chang Ling's current strength, if he wants to break through his defenses, it is useless to use 'split', he must use all his strength to make the tip of the sword thrust towards one place, so that it is possible to send the effect of the Yuan Sacrifice Sword to his body.

However, in actual combat, the stab is not as easy as the slash to cooperate with the body method to use at will, and even a little careless, the sword is stabbed out with all its strength, and he is also in front of the enemy, whether he can return it with his whole body is not easy to say.

The fierce battle situation didn't have time for Chang Ling to think too much, and soon the two were fighting in close quarters again.

The photographer who was watching the battle from the sidelines sighed twice with interest, and after he finished looking at Chang Ling's situation that day, the first thing he thought of was the weakness of people like her.

That is when confronted with what the righteous monks call a body of cultivation.

That is, the cultivators who condensed into a ghost body or a yin body in the evil cultivation, even if Chang Ling could change the way the spiritual power in his body operated and learn their moves, but the most important and fundamental power skills in strength and actual combat could not be described at a quick glance.

Even if the chaotic spiritual power occasionally nourishes the body, what can it be......

Chang Ling's physical strength really surprised him.

If it weren't for the pure demonic energy that was constantly lingering around her, he would have wondered if this person was an evil cultivator who had also condensed into a ghost body.

This exclamation became more and more intense as Chang Ling's battle continued.

Even Seyu's eyes couldn't help but squint slightly.

The two in the center of the battle quickly made moves, and the strong wind brought by each move seemed to be able to bring up the hair of the onlookers.

If she fought purely for strength, Chang Ling was naturally inferior to this evil cultivator, at least she could still feel the pain, and as the battle continued, her palm-sized little face became more and more pale.

She didn't find a chance to draw a sword for a long time, and wanted to use her body to distance the two of them, but although this big man looked huge, he was very flexible.

Will be entangled in the death of Chang Ling.

This big man's nails also made Chang Ling quite jealous.

It seems that he also sees that Chang Ling may be carrying some kind of protective weapon, and this big man's moves are often greeted by her bare cheeks or palms.

Chang Ling had no doubt that if she was stained by this nail, she was afraid that she would immediately pierce her flesh, as for what would happen after that......

Anyway, she didn't want to see things.

It is said that when fighting in close combat, the weapon is 'one inch long and one inch strong', but Chang Ling is still weak and embarrassed.

After being promoted to the top grade of the Condensation Realm, Chang Ling's body could accommodate a lot more spiritual energy, but it was still barely able to support the battle situation.

The evil cultivator had the same ugly face as Chang Ling, and the 'weak' girl in front of him really made him very troubled.

The physique is strong, although the strength may not be as good as his, but the body is extremely flexible, and from time to time he is adding clever borrowing, and he can't do anything with her for a while.

Time is constantly passing, and the spiritual power is constantly being consumed, and the battle between physical cultivation can rarely last so long, he rarely delves into how to 'make the best use of spiritual power', and the consumption is much faster than Chang Ling.

His spiritual power reserves were about to bottom out, and his whole person was a little manic.

Originally, he was the first to play, and he would definitely be inferior to the opponent behind him, even if he won this game by luck, his next fate would not be good......

The mood was confused, and the moves in his hand involuntarily changed.

Chang Ling would not let go of such a subtle change in his opponent.

The evil cultivator big man struck her face with a claw, her waist bent back, and kicked the big man's lower plate fiercely, the big man immediately dodged when he saw this, Chang Ling's hand hanging on one side, but he stabbed out the long sword in his hand.

With the strength to get up, she really sent the short tip of the sword into the body of this big man.

But it was only a small wound, and if it weren't for the constant black qi escaping from this wound, I am afraid that no one present would care about this wound.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in Chang Ling's hand.

Everyone present is not shallow-eyed, a spiritual treasure, gritting your teeth or completing a few tasks from birth to death, can easily be pocketed, but a spiritual treasure with such characteristics cannot help but make people's eyes hot.

The characteristics of the Yuan Sacrifice Sword were not so eye-catching when they fought against the righteous path monks before, but whether it was facing the evil cultivator who controlled the human stiff yin puppet or this evil cultivator who used yin qi to condense himself, it was a rare weapon.

The big man quickly realized that something was wrong.

It may be because the concentration of yin qi around him is not low, and the wound is really small, and the speed at which the yin qi in his body escapes is not very fast.

He looked at Chang Ling's eyes but they were almost red, he knew that no matter what happened today, he would not be able to live.

It depends on how many people he can pull down to accompany him to the funeral at the end of his life.

Why can these people walk on his corpse to achieve glory and run to tomorrow?

He let out a long snort, his nails seemed to grow a little longer, and a pair of eyes stared at Chang Ling tightly.

After stabbing a sword, Chang Ling hurriedly dodged back, widening the distance between the two, she was also afraid that this person also had some means of 'exploding the body', although it was said that the power of those seniors who watched the battle would not let this power completely burst out, but it was far away to avoid being injured.

Sure enough, there was no 'exploding body' and a 'desperate blow' before dying.

Chang Ling had to work hard to deal with it.

After the distance was widened, Chang Ling directly commanded the Yuan Sacrifice Sword to 'fly a kite'.

Drag the time and let the yin qi in his body escape for a while.

The big man wanted to get close to Chang Ling several times, but he was forced by the cold Yuan Sacrifice Sword to keep moving.

He couldn't afford a sword anymore.

"Heh, is this how you demon cultivators, your face is amazing, and you only know how to shrink back when you fight, what a coward......" he said gloomily.

When fighting demon cultivators, provocation is often a good way to do something unexpected.

As soon as the words of this big man came out, Chang Ling's face still did not change, but the faces of the people watching the battle next to him were ugly.

Provocation is actually a double-edged sword.

If you use it well, it will make people impulsively disrupt the rhythm of others' battles, and if you use it badly, it will attract hatred.

Even if Chang Ling loses today, the fate of this big man will definitely not be much better.

Chang Ling deftly dodged, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this big man looks like he hasn't read a lot of books, scolding people is vulgar and unbearable, and there is no anger at all that those famous and decent monks can't find fault with the yin and yang weirdness.

I still have to practice again.

At the end of the battle, looking at the big man who looked almost crazy, Chang Ling sighed faintly, and a magic talisman was pasted on his body, and the speed was instantly a few points faster, making the big man watch his nails that had been attached to the corners of Chang Ling's clothes fall into the air.

The subsequent finishing work was done neatly by Chang Ling.

After cutting off the big man's head with a sword, she held the long sword and closed her eyes and began to recover her spiritual power.

She opened the storage artifact, gurgled and poured out a large handful of elixir, and swallowed it unceremoniously.

Looking at this scene, even the camera was a little dumbfounded.

Pills and talismans are very rare objects in Youzhou, and there are few demonic cultivators who can calm down and forge alchemy like righteous monks, and even if they are refined, they are all evil things.

Most of them came out of the righteous monks who died in Youzhou, and there are very few...... Occasionally, a boat smuggled over there would come back with a large number of pill talismans, but no matter what, they could be sold for a sky-high price.

He couldn't help but secretly hate why he hadn't reacted before, and asked Chang Ling to honor him in advance.

Chang Ling's spiritual power recovered so quickly, the people on the side of the Nine Yin Evil Girl would not be idle, and her second opponent walked out quickly, and even stepped on the corpse of the previous big man with no dust in his eyes.

Blood soaked into the corners of his dark robes, leaving no trace.

Chang Ling opened his eyes violently, took two steps back, and the Yuan Sacrifice Sword suspended in mid-air, the tip of the sword was facing the man.

The man snorted coldly, and in front of Chang Ling, began to recite the obscure words.

As soon as he spoke, it seemed to darken.

Chang Ling definitely couldn't let him continue reading, and the Yuan Sacrifice Sword stabbed straight towards the man.

Seeing that the Yuan Sacrifice Sword moved, this person felt a little more complacent.

He didn't really want to summon anything, he had recited this scripture countless times, and each time it was useless, but the breath brought by the chanting process made him a little frightened.

He just wanted to disturb Chang Ling, so that she could not recover her spiritual power there with peace of mind.

He's not a monk who is good at close combat, so it's not good to rush forward, and with his arrangement, it really takes some time.

It's also excellent to contain her first.

This person's abacus naturally failed, the Imperial Envoy Yuan Sacrifice Sword is Chang Ling's soul distraction, Chang Ling himself has no distraction, and he is wholeheartedly focused on repairing his injuries and restoring his spiritual power.

The Yuan Sacrifice Sword had already unceremoniously wrapped around the man's side, and Chang Ling also made a solemn and cold expression on his face, as if he was driving the flying sword with all his might.

It seemed to be getting a little darker.

Chang Ling inexplicably felt a strong uneasiness.

I don't know when, the sky above this yin locust forest has been overcast, and it should be the afternoon when the sun is in full bloom, but there is not even the slightest light.

"Boom. "Thunder and lightning followed.

The blue-purple electric light lit up everyone in front of them for a moment.

The next moment, everyone involuntarily looked up at the sky.

The lightning didn't seem to go away, and there was a hand that came in along the crack in the sky.

"What is this?" said the Sky Slayer Demon Lord.

The evil cultivator who was still fighting with the Yuan Sacrifice Sword just now was dumbfounded.

This ancient, deep, and powerful aura was similar to what he felt every time he recited the nameless verse.

He dug it out of an ancient tomb a hundred years ago, studied it for many years, and consulted from all sides, so he could barely recite it.

But no matter what tone of voice he used, he never received any response.

Seeing such a vision now, his whole body was a little soft.

I don't know if it's excitement or rejoicing.

"Let's go!" the Heavenly Demon Lord suddenly shouted.

Everyone present came back to their senses, and in an instant, Chang Ling only felt that his body was wrapped in a strong force, and the Heavenly Killing Demon Lord was actually leading everyone on their side to gallop in the direction of the Holy City.

No, more accurately, towards the center of the continent.

Bordering Youzhou is Erzhou and Lingzhou, and Lingzhou is Qingzhou.

Chang Ling was wrapped up in this way and flew over the Holy City, flying deeper into the depths.

Being taken away by the Yuanying Realm monk in a hurry, Chang Ling's hair had already stuck to his face due to the strong wind, and the flesh on his face was constantly shaking.

She didn't know when he would stop.

Not far away, the crack in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and the whole huge pale arm had stretched in, grasping in mid-air, and as the arm continued to dance, the shape of the shoulder could be faintly seen behind him.

What the hell is this stuff.

Chang Ling was also a little more grateful to this demon lord in his heart, if it wasn't for him running quickly with them, they wouldn't have been able to hide from the figure in the sky.