Ling Ziyang's expression was solemn, and he felt that the opponent's demonic power was extraordinary, so he landed on the edge of the cliff and waited for it.

But I saw a burly man walking out of the enchantment void, his clothes were half-open, revealing his bronze muscles, and behind him he was carrying a huge sword, which was even a few points longer than his head.

I only heard him say, "You are Ling Ziyang?"

Ling Ziyang stood straight, and said without joy or anger: "It's right down there!"

The burly man laughed a few times: "I didn't expect you to be so young that you could draw with the Sky Splitting War, I didn't believe it when he told me, but I didn't expect to see it today, and kill hundreds of my demon clan compatriots between raising your hands, and it is really better to meet than to be famous." ”

Ling Ziyang said: "If you just came to praise me today, then there is no need, let's see the real chapter under our hands." With that, he shook the soul blade, and the sword qi surrounded.

The burly man said: "Sure enough, if we are not in different camps, I really want to make friends with you." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, suffer death!" Ling Ziyang slashed away with a sword, and the sword qi erupted and poured out for thousands of miles. But seeing that the opponent did not dodge, he also drew his sword and slashed away, taking attack as defense. In an instant, it was like lightning striking the sky, there was a loud bang, and the momentum was still unending, and then above the sky was the fierce blow of the burly man, Ling Ziyang had enough spiritual power and stood up to block with his sword, but this time it became the enemy attacking and defending.

Under the two rounds of attacks, Ling Ziyang had no chance to fight back, although he was not directly injured, he was shocked by the opponent's energy, and he couldn't help but vomit blood. He laughed three times and said, "It's a pleasure to fight like this." After speaking, he shouted again, "The willow breeze is not dry", and immediately threw out the soul blade, jumped up, stepped on the sword, and the sword galloped, and it was instantaneous.

The burly man slashed with a sword again, Ling Ziyang hurriedly jumped up from the sword, let go of the sword qi, bullied himself to the top of him, and swung it with a punch, smashing it on his face.

The big man has rough skin and thick meat, and this punch only stunned him and almost fell down, but did not hurt his flesh and blood. Ling Ziyang turned around and caught up with the Soul Blade that was far away from the opponent's sword qi, stroked the hilt of the sword and said, "I made you suffer." ”

The big man came back to his senses, but he didn't get angry, he looked at Ling Ziyang from afar and said, "I didn't expect that there would be this kind of play of yours, so I was careless, come again!"

Ling Ziyang said: "I see that the number of your moves is carved out of the same mold as the Splitting Heaven, and you are indomitable, only attacking and not defending, so I thought of this move." ”

The big man said: "I see, Splitting the Sky is my younger brother, my name is Breaking the Sky, the general under the Demon King's account." ”

Ling Ziyang said, "What an arrogant name!"

Breaking the sky: "What about being crazy? The men of the demon clan, all of them are heroes, fighting in all directions, breaking the world and breaking the earth, how can they not stand a crazy word?"

Ling Ziyang said in a deep voice, "Could this be the reason why you invaded Qingluo Spirit Valley?"

Breaking the sky and righteousness said: "Becoming a king and defeating a king, since ancient times, our clan is in the border wilderness, the conditions are harsh, if we can't acquire territory and seize resources, I'm afraid that if we don't wait for the other two countries in the demon world to attack us, we will all starve to death." ”

Ling Ziyang said sharply: "No matter how you say it, it's just a matter of your demon realm, what's the matter with our Qingluo Spirit Valley?"

Breaking the sky: "Qingluo Linggu is rich in aura, and it is a treasure of heaven, which makes all walks of life salivate, and now the enchantment is dead, even if our clan does not capture you, then there will be other forces to fight your idea, people's hearts have no desire, and their thirst is endless, this is the way of all things, why can't you see through it? ”

Ling Ziyang sneered: "Under the nest, there are no eggs, it is high-sounding, it is not the heart of the beast, I tell you, as long as I Ling Ziyang still has a breath, you don't want to take another step forward." ”

Potian sighed helplessly, and wanted to raise his sword to attack, but he heard a majestic voice sound in the enchantment: "Potian, you retreat, if you are like your mother-in-law and mother-in-law, if you don't make a ruthless move, how can you achieve the great cause of our clan?"

"Yes, my lord!" Breaking Heaven bowed to the barrier and moved out of the way.

Ling Ziyang was taken aback, and said secretly, "Is the Demon King inside?"

I only heard a beast roar, and a gluttonous man carried a more burly and strong man out of it, he was tall and big, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, like a giant ape like a mountain, plus the hair that was draped on his shoulders, the whole person was like a wild lion, and every step he took seemed to involve the power of thunder.

I only heard the demon king say: "Mortals, if you don't want to die, get out of the way." ”

Ling Ziyang saw that he was not angry and arrogant, and before he could make a move, he felt that there was infinite pressure forcing him to breathe, and said in his heart: "The king of the demon realm is really extraordinary. But he still forced himself to calm down and said: "I said it, Qingluo Ling Valley, every inch of land will be fought for, if you dare to commit, you will fight to the death." ”

The corners of the Demon King's mouth slanted, he didn't speak, his hand grabbed into the void, and a spear that seemed to have been smelted red by a furnace was already in his hand, pointing at Ling Ziyang.

Ling Ziyang wanted to strike first, win the advantage in momentum, shake back the demons, and shouted: "Yangchun is a song and it is difficult", a majestic sword momentum is like a tsunami, turbulent and difficult, and it is approaching the demons.

But the demon king just waved his spear lightly, and his attack was stubbornly blocked, and he was attacked by this huge sword qi, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and his whole body was soaked in blood.

"Ziyang-" Feihua hurriedly flew over to catch him, and all the sisters mourned.

"I ······ Not dead yet!" After Ling Ziyang finished saying this, he actually stood up again, picked up the soul blade, dragged his heavy steps, and pointed his sword at the demon king.

The demon king couldn't help but look at him this time, and when he saw him approaching, the sword in his hand slashed diagonally, and he didn't move, and before the soul blade touched his body, it was shaken open by a strong force.

Fall to the ground, get up again, and so on.

Seeing him like this, Feihua also rushed towards the demon king, but halfway, Potian blocked in front of her, and the two fought fiercely.

Ling Ziyang was completely unconscious at this time, and he didn't know what gave him such tenacious vitality, so he stood up tremblingly again and walked towards the demon king step by step.

The demon king said coldly: "Mortal, you can die in the hands of this king, although you are still glorious in death." After speaking, this time a punch was thrown, and there was a thunderous momentum, and Ling Ziyang received this blow, and he flew out sideways, and he didn't know where he fell.

At the same time, Breaking Heaven also slashed Feihua and was taken out by the sword qi.

The demon king looked up to the sky and laughed: "Qingluo Linggu, it's mine!"

As soon as the words fell, the demons rushed over together, and all the mountain ghosts saw that Ling Ziyang and Feihua were defeated, although their hearts were painful, they had no intention of retreating. At this time, in the enchantment, the demon soldiers continued to rush out, and the chariots and ladders had all been sent, the flints in the sky pierced through the air, the arrows were like locusts, the enemy was outnumbered, and the sisters of the mountain ghosts could no longer support it, so they fought and retreated.

Time passed, and the blood of Qingluo Ling Valley flowed like a river, and the trees fell and the mountains were destroyed. At this time, there are already tens of thousands of monsters in the valley, mighty and invincible all the way.

Bi Linger heard the movement, gently hugged the baby, got out of bed, pushed the door to take a look, but saw a sea of fire outside, those tens of millions of years old ancient trees fell down, scorched, originally starless night, but was illuminated by the sea of fire like day.

"Where's Brother Ling?" Bi Ling'er's voice trembled.

At this time, a sister passed by here, and when she saw Bi Ling'er, she said, "Ling'er, take the child away." As soon as she finished speaking, a huge flint stone smashed her and reduced her to ashes.

Bi Ling'er opened her mouth wide, forgot to exclaim, and hurriedly left the tree house with the child in her arms and flew into the deep night sky.

Bi Ling'er was high in the sky, constantly searching for Ling Ziyang's figure, and accidentally saw many sisters fleeing to the Bitter Giant Tree, so she hurriedly went over and asked, "Have you seen Brother Ling?"

All the mountain ghosts looked at each other, then lowered their heads, Bi Ling'er was in a hurry, and asked again, only then did Mu Feng come out of the crowd and cry loudly: "Brother Ling, he ······ was seriously injured by the demon king and disappeared. ”

As soon as Bi Linger heard this, her eyes went dark, and she fell unconscious.

At this time, Mu Feng held the child, and the other two mountain ghosts supported Bi Ling'er and evacuated to the side of the Bitter Giant Tree together.

The fire spread, and before dawn, the entire primeval forest had been burned, and more than half of the sisters in the entire Qingluo Spirit Valley were killed and injured, and there were less than a hundred people left, and they could only kneel under the giant tree of bitterness, claiming that they failed to protect the Qingluo Spirit Valley, and they were actually sinners of their own clan.

At this time, Bi Ling'er woke up slowly, and when she saw that the situation was like this, she had to face it, and looked at the enemy in the distance with a calm face.

Seeing that the demons in the sky had surrounded the remaining mountain ghosts, they were calm in the face of the scourge of the dead, and one of the mountain ghosts said: "Even if we die, we will kill a few more monsters, we will divide into eight groups, and kill them in eight directions later." ”

At this moment, an old mountain ghost on the giant tree of bitterness slowly fell down with a yaoqin in his arms, and sat cross-legged on top of the void.

Mu Feng exclaimed: "It's grandma!"

All the mountain ghosts exclaimed in unison and shouted: "We are saved, Qingluo Linggu is saved!"

At this moment, Luo Quinoa looked at them, and with a wave of his finger on the strings, an invisible barrier enveloped them, and then a melodious song flowed out like a sound from the sky.

The sound of the piano slowly floated out, and the whole world was like an ink painting, a gloomy gray-white color slowly blurred from the center of the quinoa.

The gray-white castration was very fast, and as soon as the fire touched it, it dissipated instantly, and the trees gradually sprouted and grew back to their original appearance.

Seeing this, the monster instinctively had to run backwards, but where was it so fast, after being shrouded by it, the whole body was instantly stagnant, as if it was frozen in a picture scroll, and then disappeared.

After a while, most of the demon clan had already been buried under this gray and white, and when the demon king saw this, his face was extremely frightened, and he asked loudly, "What the hell is this?"

The monster was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and shook his head again and again, and the demon king was furious, and threw him out at once, and then he was about to rush forward to see the gray-white power.

At this time, Potian stopped him and said, "King, listen!"

The demon king listened attentively, and a song had been transmitted to his ears, so he was surprised: "Who is playing?"

Breaking the sky: "I heard that there is a kind of music that can reshape the universe, and the time and space are reversed, you see the current situation, it is really somewhat similar to it." ”

The demon king was surprised: "What you said is not the wind and snow?"

"In the current situation, it is very likely to be!"

The demon king's steel teeth clenched, and he immediately shouted: "Retreat-"

When the demons heard the order, they ran faster and swarmed towards the enchantment, and the demon king looked at the giant tree unwillingly and resolutely turned back.

Before the gray and white color had spread to the barrier, the demons had already disappeared into the land of Qingluo Spirit Valley. At this moment, the quinoa tune changed, and a colorful aura emerged from between her strings, drifting towards the enchantment. At this time, the gray-white color is like a wet picture scroll, illuminated by the sun, like water vapor, slowly drifting into the air.

The color of the enchantment was also colorful, slowly thickening and widening, and after a while, the spiritual power of the quinoa was exhausted, and it stopped playing, and it was motionless and crossed its knees in the void. Until a mountain ghost called "grandma", it suddenly turned into a firefly and dispersed all over the sky.

When all the mountain ghosts saw this, they all bowed their heads and bowed, and they mourned.

Above the void, a scroll slowly fell, and Bi Linger wanted to reach out to pick it up, but saw a figure flash in the air and snatch the scroll.

When Bi Ling'er saw someone coming, she was shocked: "Xiao Ting, why are you here?"