Chang Ling also took the Chixiao Sword out of the storage artifact on the way to escape, holding it in his hand to resist this excessively aggressive attack from time to time.

In a certain flash, if you don't check it for a while, the broken sword accidentally fell to the ground at once.

Chang Ling didn't seem to have time to pay attention to the fallen broken sword, and continued to stumble forward.

The Jindan Realm monk couldn't help but sneer when he saw this scene.

Chang Ling's competition in Qingshan Academy, he also watched it.

At that time, he couldn't help but praise her a few words, but what could it be?

Her brilliant future is not destined to come.

With that expensive reward, his strength can be improved one step further, or he can choose to join the Canglan Sword Sect, or he can become a respected existence from above.

As for the Abyss Sacrifice Sword that dangled in front of him from time to time at that time.

That's right, Chang Ling's Soul Splitting Soul Sect is the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in front of him, if it weren't for the sharpness of the Spirit Treasure, it wouldn't be a problem to reach out and hold it directly.

The faint sword aura it unleashed couldn't break his body protection technique.

Before stepping into the dense forest, he casually threw out a magic weapon and directly blocked the range of the dense forest.

Chang Ling could still run away now, trying her best to avoid some spells, but soon she had no way to escape.

Chasing him all the way, this Jindan Realm monk's interest is getting stronger and stronger, this Yuan Sacrifice Sword is not ordinary, Chang Ling can withstand his several waves of attacks, and there may be something good on his body.

Chang Ling was still trying his best, and he had to think about how to solve the current situation.

It would be good to let the ball of light held by her Divine Soul grasp her body again, but according to Ah Bi, if this essence energy was absorbed by her Divine Soul, it would be of great help.

Especially after she sealed a split soul into the Abyss Sacrifice Sword, the overall strength of her divine soul was still reduced a little.

The lowest, barely able to work on her, the Soul Rejuvenation Fruit was so expensive and rare, Chang Ling didn't know when he missed this light group and wanted to continue to condense the power of the divine soul.

"Ah Bi, can you help me shield his divine sense?" Chang Ling sent a message to Ah Bi.

Ah Bi's Divine Soul Strength is now outstanding in the Jindan Realm, but when dealing with the remnant soul light cluster in Chang Ling's sea of knowledge before, it also consumed a huge amount, and Chang Ling didn't know how much strength it still had now.

Abi Urn responded angrily: "Ten breaths at most." ”

Chang Ling nodded.

Even though only a physically weak cultivator was following her, the distance between the two of them continued to close.

Chang Ling estimated the distance between the two, and her body was deliberately a little slower, and she was inevitably embarrassed by the sudden stabbing of earth thorns on the ground.

She glanced at Abi who was lying on her shoulder.

The next moment, Abi turned his head violently, and a pair of emerald green eyes were tightly locked on the Jindan Realm monk.

Its blue eyes are like the purest jade, transparent and clear.

The moment it turned around, Chang Ling also turned around sharply, reversed his direction, and attacked straight towards the Jindan Realm cultivator.

The divine consciousness was suddenly imprisoned, and the action of the Jindan Realm cultivator casting spells also stopped suddenly.

From the time he stepped into the Condensing Realm, he had never experienced the experience of probing without using his divine sense in battle in a hundred years.

For a moment, he was a little dazed.

How far can human eyes see, and how clearly can they see?

Of course, as a casual cultivator who can advance to the Jindan realm, in addition to the luck path, his combat experience is also extremely rich.

Chang Ling's movements naturally couldn't escape his eyes.

He sneered, this little Condensing Realm cultivator had a lot of means beyond his expectations.

That's fine.

His right hand clenched in mid-air, Chang Ling only felt that his body was a little heavier in an instant, no matter how Ling Feng's body method worked, her speed was still involuntarily full.

Through the previous battle, she had roughly understood that the techniques that this Jindan Realm cultivator was good at should be the wind elemental and the earth elemental.

The wind element is flexible and good at attacking, and the earth element is thick and tough.

The top top is a perfect fit.

Chang Ling gritted his teeth fiercely, and continued to run towards this person with these oncoming wind blades.

The wind blades condensed by the Jindan Realm Law Cultivation could be tightly embedded in the soft armor on her body.

I almost could peel her whole body and open the flesh.

Although the soft armor resisted most of these attacks, the strong impact still caused blood to flow from the corners of Chang Ling's mouth little by little.

In the next moment, she directly recalled the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in mid-air, held it tightly in her hand, and kept waving it in front of her, resisting the wind blade, and the distance between the two was forced to get closer by Chang Ling like this.

Even though Chang Ling, who was a 'body cultivator', could easily break his neck once he got close to a Dharma cultivator, this Jindan Realm cultivator still stood in mid-air with an unchanged face.

The closer he got, the more Chang Ling felt that the resistance he was facing was infinite.

A cultivator who was able to manipulate the air flow could naturally use a huge and heavy air flow to hinder her progress.

However, this spell was naturally not a simple spell, and there were sweat droplets slowly sliding down his forehead.

Under the weight of the air current, Chang Ling spurted out a mouthful of blood, and she roared loudly and swung the Yuan Sacrifice Sword forward.

She shouted a few words, which sounded like a rather imposing sword move.

Presumably this is her killer feature.

The Jindan Realm cultivator's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, his hands were raised in front of him, and the air flow in front of him was under his control.

Even if it was one that Chang Ling swung with all his might, even if this sword qi sword light might be able to 'stand out from the crowd' among the Condensing Realm cultivators, in front of him, it was still very weak.

He snorted coldly and watched Chang Ling's movements gradually slow down.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart.

The indescribable pain instantly made his whole body freeze a little.

He lowered his head and looked at the half of the sword that pierced his heart.

The uneven and somewhat ugly cross-section of the sword.

Blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

He looked at Chang Ling tremblingly, his eyes were completely puzzled.

How can it be?

This person is obviously the envoy of the long sword, why did this broken sword suddenly fly.

This is something he has not been able to figure out until his death.

Even if he was a Jindan Realm cultivator, he didn't have a spirit treasure-level soft armor like Chang Ling, and his magic robe armor was vulnerable in front of the incomparably hard Chixiao Broken Sword.

His body didn't have any strong recovery ability, and in the face of Chang Ling, he didn't think of using other means.

There will be no more chance.

Chang Ling also half-knelt on the uneven ground at this time, and inserted the Yuan Sacrifice Sword into the ground before he could barely stabilize his body.

Her condition is also extremely poor.

Abi, who was lying beside her, also squinted her eyes.

After all, this is a Jindan Realm cultivator.

Chang Ling watched as the figure in mid-air slammed to the ground.

A Jindan Realm monk who had been practicing hard for a hundred years died here.

Chang Ling hurriedly took out the elixir in the storage artifact and took it in a big gulp, one after another pure power dissolved in her body, coupled with her terrifying recovery ability, it was barely enough to make the bleeding speed of the wounds on her body gradually slow down.

Rao is like this, she has also become a 'blood man'.

In the end, it was only with luck and the carelessness of Ah Bi and the Jindan Realm monk that they barely managed to achieve a victory.

It's not the first time Chang Ling has used the move of splitting the soul, but it is, as expected.

This can't be blamed on other monks, after all, in their inherent cognition, people's souls are inseparable, whether it is a sword or a spell, it is impossible to use one soul for two purposes.

It may also be because this Jindan Realm monk was careless and put all his energy on Chang Ling in front of him, which gave the Chixiao Sword behind him a chance.

Anyway, this dense forest has been shrouded by the magic weapon of this Jindan Realm monk, and Chang Ling simply took this opportunity to temporarily breathe here for a while.

She's in terrible physical condition.

But she didn't have much respite.

Chang Ling dragged his tired body forward a few steps, bent down, and began to 'touch the corpse'.

The financial resources of the Jindan Realm cultivators should not be underestimated.

For the first time, Chang Ling was not overjoyed by the large amount of spirit stones and materials in front of him.

She felt nothing but complete exhaustion.

How far does she have to go on this escape.

She didn't even know who to say 'why'.

Chang Ling packed up his things, slowly stood up, and put Ah Bi on his shoulder.

Fortunately, the monk's technique just now turned the ground into a particularly messy situation, and Chang Ling buried his body with dirt quite easily.

This is the only thing that her kindness can do.

After all, in front of those who want to kill her, soft-heartedness is her biggest curse.

Chang Ling hurriedly left the place where the fight was fighting, she didn't know how long this Jindan Realm monk's magic weapon could cover up her aura, whether it was a righteous path monk or a demon cultivator who came here, it was her tricky enemy.

said that she was in a hurry, she just barely sat on the flying sword, put on the magic talisman, and felt the oncoming wind, which made Chang Ling's wounds up and down her body continue to ache.

The spell of the Jindan Realm cultivator was no longer just a simple wind blade cut.

Occasionally, the wind blade burrowed into her flesh and skin, stirring up the flesh and blood inside.

Then, a little bit of recovery is also a process of pain that will be a little bit more than a little bit of delay.

Fortunately, within the scope of her divine sense exploration, there were no monks, although the battle with that Jindan Realm monk just now was thrilling, in fact, it didn't take long, less than an hour, Chang Ling was still a certain distance away from the main force looking for her, the group of Condensing Realm monks.

In the sea of knowledge, her spirit tightly hugged the light in her arms.

Because she hugged this remnant soul light cluster, the black fog around her was dispelled a little.

No, maybe not just for that reason.

She seemed to catch the occasional flash of golden light above her spirit.

Were the mortals who were in the city rescued?

The corners of Chang Ling's mouth couldn't help but bring a little smile.

That's nice.

While laughing, she reluctantly lifted her sleeve and wiped the blood that had inadvertently flowed out.

Chang Ling held on to his consciousness and continued to run forward.

At the very least, she had to keep a certain distance before she could find a place to heal well.

barely supported for two or three hours, Chang Ling had to stop on the ground.

On the land of Youzhou, it can be said that there is no grass, the trees that grow are all pitch black, and the black dwarf grass that is crawling on the ground, Chang Ling also changed into a black robe, arranged the array flag beside her, and hurriedly crossed her legs, holding a medium-grade spirit stone in her hand, and the spiritual power was constantly running in her body.

At the same time, in the sea of consciousness, her soul also hugged the light ball tightly, but there were still layers of illusions in front of her unconsciously.

It's not so much a fantasy as a past.

A man's life slowly unfolded in front of her eyes.

Born with all eight veins, he was accepted as a disciple by passing immortals.

However, this so-called immortal is just an evil cultivator who is looking for some mortals with good bones to refine puppets.

Because he was still young and quite clever, this evil cultivator took him with him and helped him do some basic and trivial things.

He always quietly leaned on the outside of the door and watched when the evil cultivator was practicing.

He didn't know what mental method he was, and he didn't know the direction in which his spiritual power was working.

He could only follow the gourd's drawing, learning the man's movements, and most of the time pain came from all over his body.

At the worst time, even the meridians collapsed.

may be because of God's favor, and his talent is really outstanding, but he has really found some ways for him.

Finally, when the evil cultivator pointed the knife at him, the nine-year-old mercilessly killed the 'master' who accompanied him day and night.

After inheriting the exercises and magic weapon spirit stones left by this evil cultivator, he also naturally embarked on this path.

The saddest thing is that for a long time, he thought that the path he was taking was the right way in the world.

How good it is written on the exercises, practice is like sailing against the current, everyone is a boater on the vast river, there are so many opportunities, if you want to go further, often others drown, it is easier.

Life is short, indulge as you like.

After mastering some power, he also spent a period of confusion.

Until he happened to be in a secret realm once, he saw those righteous monks with fairy robes fluttering high.

They are restrained, they are merciful.

So they weren't destined to fight him.

When he unexpectedly cut off the proud heads, a strong sense of emptiness has always surrounded him tightly.

God knows how much he envies them.

He has to fight and kill every day in order to live and for the spirit stone, and he can only say that people are not destroyed for themselves.

However, all they need to worry about is the 'punishment' that they may be hated by the division commander, and they can say that people's lives must be meaningful and valuable.