Obviously he had already expected such a situation, but Chang Ling still couldn't help but fall into frustration.

For a long time, he has been in a place where the demonic energy is extremely strong, and the thinking and temperament of mortals and monks here are subtly changing.

Paranoia is always the beginning of demonization.

The truth is always very simple when it is usually talked about, but when it comes to the crisis, who can not complain.

Ah Bi used all his divine soul power to sift through the fluctuations on the demon spirit in front of him, hoping to deduce his next actions through the small changes in his body.

It's too fast.

Countless spiritual powers and demonic qi were like silk threads, which were chaotically presented in its turquoise eyes.

Ah Biqiang held his spirit and carefully investigated, and his soul was constantly fluctuating violently.

When a monk with a relatively low cultivation spied on a high-ranking monk, the coercion he received was multiplied.

After being strengthened by demonic energy, the Jindan Realm cultivator had already made the weak Abi feel a strong powerlessness.

Even with its reminders from time to time, Chang Ling's decline is inevitable.

Looking at the sharp claws that had reached in front of her eyes, Chang Ling still closed his eyes helplessly.

I don't know if this demon spirit has noticed that when he was fighting him, he kept changing his body, in fact, they were getting farther and farther away from the monk's gathering place.

At this distance, even if she chose to use special means to see if she could die with the demon, she would not hurt anyone in the gathering place.

Obviously, it was the essence blood that was condensed with great effort not long ago, and now it is going to be wiped out again.

The tip of the Yuan Sacrifice Sword held by Chang Ling's Soul Splitting Imperial Envoy had already turned around.

Right in front of her own mind.

Without waiting for the tip of the sword to sink into her body, the demon spirit in front of her seemed to have suddenly received a heavy blow, and the whole figure flew straight to the side.

And in the middle of the air was a fiery red figure.

Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Chang Ling with interest.

The movement of his fist was still in mid-air, and the residual coercion in the air told Chang Ling what a violent force the blow had just now.

"Back off. She said with squinted eyes.

Chang Ling dragged her almost collapsed body and reluctantly took a few steps back, just as the figure of Seyu was completely blocked in front of her.

This young and powerful demon cultivator fought in a straightforward manner, relying mainly on his fists that had been tempered countless times.

As the spiritual power continued to operate, Seyu's figure suddenly skyrocketed a little, and the muscles on his body seemed to burst through his bright red robe.

The demon spirit on the side came back to his senses violently, roared unwillingly, and rushed towards Seyu at full speed again.

The two figures collided violently in mid-air and then separated, and several times, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve casually, and later, his eyes were also dyed a little red.

The demon spirit has been pressed and beaten by him.

I don't know how Reyu's fist was tempered, the demon's nails had obviously touched it, but it still couldn't cut through his flesh.

This was the first time Chang Ling had observed the 'hand-to-hand combat' between the Jindan realms at such a close distance, and the coercion and beauty that burst out between each move made her a little intoxicated.

As an 'outsider', she was finally able to lean against the tree next to her, constantly tracing the movements of the demons and the Setyu in her mind.

This is, Jindan Realm monk?

What brought her back to her senses from this brief moment of realization was the roar of Seyu: "What are you still doing there, stab him to death with your strange sword." You want to be tired to death, you can't do it!"

Chang Ling came back to his senses fiercely, clenched the Yuan Sacrifice Sword, and ran towards the center of the battle.

Grabbing the powerless void of the demon spirit being suppressed by the dragon, the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in Chang Ling's hand sank straight into his mind.

This blow was not simple, but Chang Ling used the strength of feeding to continuously send the long sword forward.

The demon's defense is so terrifying.

Chang Ling couldn't help but feel scared for a while.

Luckily, it's good to have a photo of it.

Looking at the demon spirit that had been nailed to the ground on the side, Seyu sat directly on the side quite casually.

"You're not bad, you can still come out of Yuanhua Gate alive. She looked at Chang Ling and pouted.

Chang Ling did not answer.

Anyway, the person in front of him was a moody, cruel and bloodthirsty demon cultivator, or a demon cultivator in the Jindan Realm, Chang Ling didn't know how to speak for a while.

Listen to his tone, is this in relation to her?

Maybe it's still a mockery.

So the silence continued to ferment between the two.

In the end, Chang Ling couldn't help but ask: "I don't know how the seniors came to Yanzhou, and now that Yanzhou is in this situation, what are the plans of the seniors in the future?"

Yu snorted coldly, and said in a somewhat weird manner: "I came here, naturally, to punish demons. ”

It's also 'Demon Punishment Operation', but he has gone from being killed and offering a reward to a person who defends the world with a sword.

How ironic, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and the Gu family in Yanzhou moved their family property and important personnel to the inland early, and the various sects also symbolically called for it, and then closed the entire Yanzhou.

Let these people fend for themselves.

There is also the so-called 'righteousness' of the previous Yuanhuamen.

Is this the right way?

I don't understand why these people have the face to issue a demon order every few decades, claiming to uphold justice and set foot in Youzhou.

And who is really clean.

Chang Ling said a little dryly: "Thank you." ”

As a member of the beings of this Heavenly Xuan Continent, she thanked Seyu for being willing to step into danger and kill the demon spirits.

"Yo, I didn't expect to see you here again, I really don't know whether to live or die, and I want to go anywhere. Seyu calmed down and looked proud again.

"I'm just following my heart. Chang Ling reached gently.

As a sword cultivator, she didn't know how to describe the shock and touch brought to her heart by the sword light that pierced the sky and slashed the demon clan.

It was a trick that his master 'cast' with his life.

With a little grief and resentment, Chang Ling chose to clench the long sword in his hand and aim it at the demon spirit.

After the demons were killed, the biggest threat had been lifted.

However, because of the infighting between the various sects, the best opportunity to exterminate the demon spirit was missed.

Waiting for the situation to continue to ferment, and no one is willing to stand up and fight, or they don't want to pay a 'bigger' price, they simply choose to close everything directly.

What a sane approach.

Stepping on every inch of Yanzhou's devastated land, Chang Ling couldn't help but ask.

What is the right way?

After learning so many truths, how should I live my life?

Seeing Seyu here was something she never expected.

Demon cultivation, in all the rumors she has heard since she was a child, is a symbol of selfishness, murder, bloodthirsty and cruelty.

They seem to be the dark side of the evil side of this world, the natural enemies of the righteous path.

It is absolutely undeniable that there are people among the demon cultivators who are completely rotten.

There are also some who are much more upright than the disciples and elders who talk loudly in our sects.

Chang Ling took a deep breath, forcing her tone to calm down, and she asked with some concern: "Now that Yanzhou is already closed, looking at the appearance of that barrier, presumably the seniors will not be able to break through." That ......"

She glanced at Chang Ling rather strangely, and said rather sarcastically: "I forgot it so quickly, this magic weapon was still given to me by you, my father, waiting for me outside." ”

As he spoke, he shook the human bone bracelet hanging on his wrist rather ostentatiously.

Chang Ling only then remembered it, and now that he thinks about it, the days in Youzhou seem to be extremely far away.

After hearing Seyu's explanation, Chang Ling was happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

Such a 'good' monk would not have to be buried in Yanzhou.

"Why are you still in a daze here? What are you doing in a daze? Look at that demon spirit, why don't you quickly take back the sword and rest properly?" Luo Yue said with a cold snort.

Chang Ling came back to his senses and found that the demon spirit in front of him had turned into a charred black dry bone.

She sighed softly, took a few steps forward, and pulled out the Yuan Sacrifice Sword at once.

Seyu also stood up and looked at the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in amazement.

"This sword of yours is really a good treasure, can you sell five thousand high-grade spirit stones?"

The price offered by the photographer casually still made Chang Ling couldn't help but exclaim.

Then she shook her head firmly, the Yuan Sacrifice Sword had already merged with her split soul, and rounding it up was also a part of her body.

It is impossible to give up.

Seyu continued: "Your magic weapon, the refining technique is really exquisite, it feels quite different from the refining technique on the continent now, but it is very subtle. ”

As he spoke, he approached Chang Ling's side.

Chang Ling couldn't help but retreat as he lacked it.

Seyu never really got close to the Abyss Sacrifice Sword.

He snorted coldly again, turned around mercilessly and said coldly: "Let's go, who is rare with your thing." ”

Chang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, put away the Yuan Sacrifice Sword, and quickly followed the Celestial Sword.

There are few demon cultivators in Youzhou who are good at refining weapons, and refining tools is different from the rest of the cultivation, which requires a lot of resources to stack, even if it is a sect that is good at refining weapons, there are very few who can really enjoy resources and become masters.

It's quite unfortunate that Seyu happens to be a demon cultivator who doesn't lack resources very much.

Ever since he was a child, under the care of his father, he has seen many precious books and materials.

I'm obsessed with refining.

His entire net worth should be those strange magic weapons in the storage artifact.

Something like a human bone bracelet is considered ordinary.

Chang Ling's Yuan Sacrifice Sword, when he was in Youzhou before, he was quite interested, but he couldn't fall into the hands of juniors and take it by force.

Thinking about it as he walked, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

I'd love to take a closer look......

The two of them quickly returned to the nearby monk's gathering place.

Seeing the two of them walk in, many of the probe watching figures shrank their necks back.

The fluctuations of the previous battle naturally could not be concealed from them.

They also thought that maybe they could find an opportunity to pick up the slack.

After the monk transforms into a demon spirit, there is a high probability that the storage magic weapons or some magic weapons on his body will not continue to be used, and they are often discarded on the ground inadvertently.

Now above Yanzhou, many monks are staring at the ground, ready to pick up some good things at any time.

Where the monk 'falls', the possibility of leaving something behind is naturally the greatest.

Having just been transformed into a demonic spirit, the monk will go through a short period of confusion, during which the monk will be extremely violent, not only the things on his body, but most of them will even have their clothes torn to tatters.

This time it was a disappointment for them.

Seeing Chang Ling and Seyou walking in intact, the bloody aura on the body of the leader was still quite strong, they completely dispelled those crooked thoughts and retreated in disgust.

Seyu quietly slowed down his pace and whispered to Chang Ling, "Fortunately, I'm here, otherwise do you know what will happen if they see you come back with only one person scarred?"

Chang Ling raised his eyes to look at Seyu and motioned for him to continue.

"They will rush out in a swarm, saying that the wounds on your body have been cut open by the demon spirit, and that you have been infected by the demon qi will soon be transformed into a demon spirit, and then they will kill you and divide your storage artifact. ”

Chang Ling only felt a chill in his heart.

He smiled bitterly and didn't say anything more.

When the demon spirit was raging, those sects did not forget the struggle between sects, and in Yanzhou, where there was a crisis everywhere, those monks did not forget to stab their sharp blades into the bodies of their compatriots.

Then going down, Chang Ling's divine sense was all released, carefully probing the fluctuations around her, and she was ready to hold the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in her hand at any time.

The only thing she could do was just keep herself from sitting still.

She can't change those people.

Chang Ling had only a simple residence in this gathering place before, but this time he walked over and found that the small place had already been inhabited by others.

It seems that he discovered her predicament, and he generously let her come to his residence.

He hadn't been to this gathering place before.

He simply picked out the residence of a monk who had just had bad intentions and carried him out.

Facing a Jindan Realm monk, the monk walked away.

Chang Ling walked in silently, and in the face of this kind of unrighteous act, she just wanted to say a sentence with some relief, evil will be rewarded.

Anyway, she had already been expelled by the Canglan Sword Sect, and she was no longer a righteous monk.

Naturally, he was about to enter the largest room, and before his figure completely disappeared into the room, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Then what are your plans in the future?"

Chang Ling thought for a moment, then shook his head gently.

She didn't have any plans.

She didn't expect that the monks in the inland would really isolate Yanzhou.

In this case, she can only take one step at a time.

At the very least, before he dies, he has to replace some demons.