They spread their wings and struck at the crowd at a rapid pace.

"Tiangang ......" Gu Hongzi didn't finish speaking, in order to avoid the wide wings that swept over, he hurriedly retreated, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The spell is interrupted, but it will cause a lot of damage to itself.

Yu Jiaoxian's shawl firmly entangled the foot of a demoiselle crane, and flung it towards Chang Ling's side, and the next moment the sharp long beak of the demoiselle crane was close in front of Chang Ling's eyes.

Chang Ling's pupils shrank, and he violently raised the Chixiao Sword in front of him.

It took a lot of strength to hit the Demoiselle Crane this time, and Chang Ling took a few steps back in mid-air, and finally stabilized his body.

She glared at Yu Jiaoxian, and stabbed forward with her backhand, but naturally she was deftly dodged by the Demoiselle Crane.

The Demoiselle Crane was about to step back to release the restraints on his feet, but Yu Jiaoxian violently loosened the shawl, and the Demoiselle Crane that was accumulating its strength attacked Chang Ling again.

Ling Feng's body technique worked to the extreme, and Chang Ling's body twisted into an extremely strange angle before he could barely avoid this attack.

She looked at Yu Jiaoxian, who was smiling, and held back a stupid and bad sentence in her heart, only thinking that shouting it out now would ruin her cultivation.

The feathers of these two demoiselle cranes are extremely tough, and they can play a very strong defense and attack, but they are also sharp, not to mention their terrifying speed and hard long beaks, which Yu Jiaoxian didn't want to think about how to solve them first, and how to plot against her first?

Chang Ling forced himself to calm down, and his eyes became even colder.

Everyone fought for a long time, and Gu Hongzi and Wu Suhua's robes were pecked to tatters, and their gray hair was scattered, and they couldn't maintain their original immortal image at all.

Fang Hongyu's bronzed skin was covered with tiny wounds, and blood oozed outward in threads.

Yu Jiaoxian and Chang Ling are in the 'best' state among the crowd, Yu Jiaoxian's shawl doesn't know what the magic weapon is, but he can block all the feather arrows of the Demoiselle Crane, while Chang Ling relies on Ling Feng's body method and Chixiao Sword.

After being entangled like this, the long-term imperial sword had already made Chang Ling feel the pain of his soul, and his own spiritual power would soon be exhausted.

At this moment, the pink mist that lingered in the air seemed to finally take effect, and the Demoiselle Crane moved a little slower, and its sharp eyes were filled with confusion.

Also affected by this pink mist is Chang Ling.

The scene that appeared in front of her this time was the high mountains of the Canglan Sword Sect that were lingering in the clouds and mist, but the effect was not very good, and the picture was still a little empty.

It's not even as good as the Shishui Village that Abi built that day.

Chang Ling grabbed the dagger that stabbed her in the back of the heart with his backhand.

turned around and kicked at Yu Jiaoxian, who didn't know when she was standing behind her.

Her long sword swung back, and the invisible sword qi attacked towards Yu Jiaoxian.

There was blood flowing from the corners of Yu Jiaoxian's lips, and her beautiful eyes were full of disbelief.

"What are you still doing in a daze! This kid is not simple, I'm afraid we'll be out!" Yu Jiaoxian said angrily.

Before her words fell, fireballs and thunder light appeared beside Chang Ling.

Chang Ling, who had already exhausted himself, was not able to avoid it.

After a burst of lightning, Chang Ling just looked a little embarrassed.

This kind of attack can only cause some flesh wounds to her now, she unhurriedly pulled out a leaf of spiritual breath from the storage magic weapon and put it in her mouth, this leaf melted in her mouth, and a warm current instantly swept through the meridians all over her body.

Chang Ling only felt that the spiritual power in his body was unprecedentedly full.

Her figure was a little faster, and everyone could only catch an afterimage in the air.

When she rushed towards Gu Hongzi, the Chixiao Sword stabbed at Fang Hongyu fiercely, and the sharp sword qi stabbed at his tough flesh and still left deep wounds that could be seen to the bone.

As a Gu Hongzi of Fa cultivation, his body was naturally quite delicate, and seeing that the thunder and light could not stop Chang Ling from moving forward, he hurriedly jumped on the dust.

Before he could escape smoothly, Chang Ling grabbed his hair that was lifted by the wind.

She jerked back, and Gu Hongzi fell from the dust.

"You, how did your spiritual power recover?" Gu Hongzi's face was full of disbelief.

It was the last expression that froze on his face.

The sword qi that came out of thin air pierced directly through his chest.

Seeing this scene, the others scattered and fled in all directions, and Chang Ling only caught up with Wu Suhua, who was the closest.

There was no sword to solve, and she looked fixedly at Wu Suhua's eyes filled with fear.

"Explain. She said lightly.

Wu Suhua said tremblingly: "It's all Gu Hongzi's idea, he always harms Taoist friends who have just come to Qingzhou like this, I, I, I, I am quite unaccustomed to his behavior." ”

"Private fighting is forbidden in Qingzhou, so he takes the task as an invitation every time, inviting new Taoist friends to come to Lingzhou to make a secret calculation. "Especially when you're young and haven't come into a family...... Wu Suhua looked at Chang Ling, who had a gloomy face, and swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach.

Chang Ling chuckled, the only remaining blade of the Chixiao Sword was still enough to wipe Wu Suhua's neck.

Wu Suhua's body fell to the ground heavily.

Chang Ling also did it all at once, looking at the bloodstains on the ground and the corpses of the two, his expression was obscure.

She had thought that such a situation might occur on this trip, she was guarding against Yu Jiaoxian and guarding against Fang Hongyu, but she didn't expect that Gu Hongzi, who had been gentle like an elder all the way, would be the mastermind.

On Gu Hongzi's stiff face, a pair of eyes widened, and he still seemed to be stunned by his failure.

The first time he killed someone, the sword qi pierced through other people's bodies so easily.

She gently wiped the blood stains on the Chixiao Sword with her sleeve, but she only felt that her eyes were dark.

The faces of the people who had rushed at her while concentrating were shouting in front of her again.

This time, instead of babbling about their lives and pains, they all cursed Chang Ling with the same tone.

"It is not good to die, the soul is scattered, and there is no corpse ...... death"

A shrill voice swirled in her head, and her eyes were bloodshot.

"Chang Ling. A gentle but firm voice came from her ears.

The hairy touch kept rubbing against her face.

Chang Ling opened his eyes and met Abi's clear blue eyes.

She hugged the little fox tightly, clinging to its warm body, tears wetting its soft fur.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and Abi gently stroked her hair with her paws, not even reproaching her for soiling its fur.

After a while, Chang Ling was embarrassed to let go of Abi.

She forced herself to calm down, she rummaged through the bodies of Gu Hongzi and Wu Suhua, neither of them had storage weapons, and there were not many things they carried with them.

She took out a pile of talismans from Wu Suhua's body and pulled out one she recognized, and after the spiritual power was injected, the bodies of him and Gu Hongzi burned violently in the flames.

The two demoiselle cranes didn't know when they had already flapped their wings and flew away, and the task of a hundred spirit stones still made Chang Ling feel a little heartbroken.

She simply sat directly on the ground and looked fixedly at the raging fire in front of her.

"Abi, I killed someone, I killed someone for the first time. ”

"I didn't feel very sad, I didn't even feel like I was doing anything wrong. Why, I just want to live. Chang Ling muttered.

Ah Bi's whole body shrunk into her arms, rubbed her gently, and said in a milky voice: "Chang Ling, they are the ones who want to harm you, they have evil thoughts and are not as good as others, you should avenge the people who were killed by them before." Your emotions will fluctuate drastically, and most of them are the result of your awareness of the karma in the sea. ”

"Chang Ling, you must always stick to your heart, as long as you are firm enough, karma will not have any effect on you, the opposite of karma is merit, with your character, there will be no shortage of merit in the future, and it is also a matter of time before karma is eliminated. ”

"Chang Ling, you don't need to think so much, good people and bad people, wrong things and right things, don't judge by whether you killed someone or not. The Evil Blade is to pave the way for the heavens and the immortal cultivators in the future, and you have done a good job. ”

Chang Ling shook her head gently, she wasn't afraid of killing, she was just afraid of being indifferent to herself after killing.

She thought of the unwilling eyes in Shishui Village, the empty city in the Heavenly Mystery Realm, and the distorted human faces after taking the Xuan Soul Grass...... How much weight can the death of these people put in the hearts of those who killed them?

She didn't want to be like that.

Chang Ling hung his head and paused for a long time before slowly getting up.

"I revere life, whether it is someone else's or my own, but I am not exempt from vulgarity, and I will not be soft when I am deceived and harmed by others. ”

Where there is any quiet time, she can only carry the weight alone.

The corpse in front of her burned to the ground, and she used the Chixiao Sword to dig a pit to bury the last trace of these two people in the world.

What could ease her depression a little was their treasures from the corpses of these two people.

I didn't find a large piece of spirit stone, but there were a few 'spirit stone tickets' with quite special materials, some of which were similar to the silver tickets in the mortal world, and it was quite inconvenient for monks who did not have storage magic weapons to carry a few huge spirit stones.

Gu Hongzi had two spirit stone tickets of ten low-grade spirit stones on his body, and there was nothing of value other than his dust.

It was Wu Suhua, who had a stack of spirit stone tickets in her arms, as well as several small bottles containing pills, Chang Ling opened a few bottles at random, and the pungent smell almost choked her tears out again.

He is good at fire-based spells, these must be the pills he refines, and cultivators have a lot of demand for all kinds of pills, which is why his net worth is so rich.

After the two handfuls of dust arrived in Qingzhou, he tried to sell them, and Chang Ling seemed to see the wonderful situation of his assets exceeding a thousand spirit stones.

After carefully inspecting the surrounding situation and making sure that there were no traces left, she stepped on the Chixiao Sword and headed in the direction of Qingzhou.

She didn't know if anyone would come to seek revenge on the two of them, but be careful, at least she could deny it.

However, Yu Jiaoxian and Fang Hongyu, who escaped, were afraid that it would be a big disaster, Chang Lingzai carefully recalled the 'Qingzhou Immortal Cultivator Specification Record', and after making sure that there was no clause written on it that there was no private fight outside of Qingzhou City, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped on the Chixiao Sword quite chicly.

Of course, she thinks she is chic, and her current appearance is very embarrassing.

In the previous battle with everyone, she suffered a lot, although she carried it down with her strong body, but she was also injured a lot, her hair had already been scattered, and her white robe was also tattered.

She walked forward for a long time, and found that most of the pedestrians she met along the way were in similar conditions to herself.

All of them are disgraced, but their eyes are grim when they look around.

This way back to Qingzhou City after completing a mission is the most dangerous, which mission is not a struggle between life and death, and you have to be more careful if you are lucky enough to leave a life with the results, in the disorderly Lingzhou, human monks are often more terrible than fierce beasts.

Every year, the number of new monks in Qingzhou has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, but the limited number of small courtyards has never been full.

Chang Ling's breath was finally relieved the moment the token hit the barrier.

As soon as she stepped into Qingzhou, she finally understood what the biggest difference between here and Lingzhou was.

The air here is fresh and sweet, and there is no irrepressible smell of blood or the smell of decomposing corpses.

Chang Ling followed the previous monks who returned to Qingzhou, and successfully found the fairy car, she handed over a spirit stone and went out, the old man in the office drew a few times on her token, she took the token that looked unchanged, and stepped on the fairy car home.

The immortal chariot she was riding in this time was a huge flying sword, and when she stepped on it, there were already more than ten monks standing on it.

It was the first time Chang Ling had seen such a huge flying sword, and the high-level magic weapons could change the size of the form according to the master's wishes, but the group of sword immortals of the Canglan Sword Sect seemed to be able to show their demeanor more every time they stepped on the narrow flying sword.

With such a wide flying sword, it is much more comfortable to step on.

After waiting for a while, no one else came, and the man standing at the front shouted, "Stand firm, let's go!"

The flying sword was volleyed in the air all of a sudden, and it was very steady.

Most of the monks beside Chang Ling had already sat down to meditate, racing against time and cultivating hard.

Of course, there were still people who talked to Chang Ling, who was shocked.

"This little fellow Daoist, don't be envious, although the imperial envoy can get a hundred spirit stones a year for an immortal car, but this immortal chariot is at least a top-grade magic weapon! Each one needs at least tens of thousands of spirit stones!" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy approached Chang Ling a few points.

Listening to his words, Chang Ling bent down and gently touched the flying sword under his feet, in the past, he didn't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt were expensive, but now when he looked at the high-grade magic weapon, it was automatically converted into a pile of shiny spirit stones, Chang Ling couldn't help it, and wanted to feel the breath of these spirit stones.

Her action naturally made the young man laugh out loud.

Chang Ling's face did not change, he put his hand on his knees, closed his eyes and pretended that he was cultivating.