At this time, Twilight Han had no time to hesitate, and shouted again: "The Blood Demon is coming out, don't let him be a disaster to the world, quickly!

This time, no one moved half a step, and no one wanted to try the taste of exploding and dying.

When Ling Cheng heard the shout, he endured the pain of killing his heart, jumped into the air and rolled back the trembling Qiankun painting with a wave of his big hand.

No matter what happens, he will never let people ruin the painting, that is the night spirit's yearning for beauty, and it is also her only hiding place at the moment.

The scroll in his palm fell silent at this moment, and even the faint red light disappeared.

Twilight Han was a little stunned, he never expected that the Blood Demon would be able to sense Ling Cheng's breath and stop killing.

But this is just right, without the help of the Blood Demon, Ling Cheng will definitely die.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, his long sword was raised high, and he roared angrily: "Fellow Daoists, Ling Cheng is a great rebel, deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, colluding with the demon clan, mutilating the people, and doing unscrupulous things with that demon girl, so that she gave birth to a blood demon and killed many of our colleagues.

Today, we are bound to get rid of this scourge along with the magic painting, and kill it for the sake of justice!"

Such a sharp scolding finally pulled the monks who believed in their righteousness back from the edge of fear, and they did not hesitate to cast their disdainful eyes on Ling Cheng.

He immediately raised his sword and shouted: "For the sake of justice, kill, kill, kill!"

The shouting was full of energy, but the pace of progress was very slow.

They were still afraid of the power of the Blood Demon, and if Ling Cheng released him, then their fate would undoubtedly be a dead end.

But if you don't do it now, you won't have a chance in the future, and once the Blood Demon grows up, I'm afraid no one will be invincible, and their end will only be even worse!

Ling Cheng laughed angrily, "Haha...... , a great rebellion, deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, such a vicious and insidious villain, he really deserves to be punished! That is to say, why do you still have the face to live. ”

Twilight's face turned pale, and his eyes swept over the slowly moving monk, and he knew that he had to kill Ling Cheng himself.

'Hundred Poison Clearing' can cure a hundred poisons, but the poison of that ink feather is extraordinary, although it failed to kill him, but he also feels that the spiritual power is scattered, and the true qi is difficult to gather.

At the moment, there was no other way, he hesitated for a moment, then took out the 'blood coagulation' and swallowed it in one gulp.

'Blood coagulation' should be its name, with blood coagulation, that is the hundred families of blood taken when he subdued the one-eyed monster two years ago, when he felt that the blood of the hundred families was rare, so he took a few drops and brought them back to the Taoist temple.

Later, when he went to Yao to smelt the Yin and Yang Clairvoyant Mirror, he injected the blood of a hundred families into it, and seven days later, the blood condensed into a red blood bead the size of a thumb.

Go to Yao Yan: "Amazing, I can't imagine that the blood of a hundred families can be condensed into a pill, if your cultivation is damaged in the future, it can help you instantly recover your spiritual power, and your skills will be greatly increased."

It's a pity that there are gains and losses, and forcibly improving one's cultivation is the method of yin damage, at least ten years of life loss, if it is not a last resort, it must not be eaten. ”

And now is the last resort, if the blood demon is a disaster to the world, mortals will die, and it is meaningless for him to win the world.

What he wants is to be admired by thousands of people and to be famous in history!

And today's killing of the Blood Demon will become another legend in his twilight life, in addition to the Blade Fox King.

After the 'blood coagulation' was completely fused with the blood, Twilight Han only felt that the spiritual veins in his whole body had doubled, and the true qi in his body was abundant.

Raising his eyes, the scarlet eyes glared at Ling Cheng fiercely, and as soon as the palm of the sword was turned, the long sword immediately emitted a cold light, and the heel was slightly raised, and with a turn, it crossed the top of everyone's heads, and slashed at Ling Cheng with a sword.

Ling Cheng was facing the sky on his back, and his toes kicked Twilight Han's wrist hard, and as he raised his hand to dodge, a deadly chain kick kicked all the way to his chest.

Twilight moved back sharply, but he was still kicked twice, and he stood still, dusting off the shoe prints on his white clothes, and smiling evilly.

This swift attack was like an itch to him, and he didn't feel any pain at all, and the effect of 'blood coagulation' was better than he imagined.

"Ling Cheng, if you want to do this skill, I advise you to obediently hand over the magic painting, for the sake of you and my senior brother, I can consider leaving you a whole corpse. He smiled, his eyes filled with a lust like a ghost's bloodthirsty desire.

After today, everything is over, more than twenty years can't compare to Ling Cheng's shame, and there will never be another one in this life.

Ling Cheng snorted disdainfully: "Why do you have to be so coy, as long as I live in this world for a moment, don't even think about this Qiankun painting."

And you, you are no match for me at all!"

After speaking, his eyes became cold, and with a turn of his wrist, he gathered his spiritual power in his palm, and the sword qi protruded, and the wind howled, blowing the wisps of green silk on his forehead flying wildly.

Under his feet, a whirlwind swept across, and in an instant, it rose into the air, straight into the sky, covering it with a lightning speed, slashing down fiercely, driving several Dao Sen Han's sword qi to hit Twilight Han.

Twilight Han didn't dodge away, his hands crossed and he staggered his demeanor above his head, and an invisible barrier hung over his head, easily defusing Ling Cheng's attack.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, his wrist turned a few times, the sword drew a hollow circle, and the cold light of the forest drove the trees in the mountains to sway wildly, and countless leaves accumulated in them, and with a sharp push, the leaves were like thousands of sharp blades, and they hit Ling Cheng one after another.

Ling Cheng reacted extremely quickly, his body was dexterous and sideways, his wrist was stirred back and forth, and the evil spirit drove a stream of air, wrapping the leaf blade around the blade of the sword, sharpening a sword, impartially, and all of them turned back.

Twilight Han hurriedly changed his move to block, slashing with his sword at a lightning speed, and the thunderbolt-like firelight flew in all directions, finally knocking down most of the leaf blades, but one of the leaf blades was still shaved off a strand of hair scattered on his forehead, almost cutting to the heavenly spirit.

At this time, Ling Cheng had already slashed horizontally with his sword, and Twilight Han immediately rushed forward, his left hand converging his spiritual power, pushing backwards, and his right hand still dancing the sword straight in.

Ling Chengxin was stunned, and immediately retracted his lower abdomen, and when he was backwards, he slapped it with a palm in a 'palm wearing style'.

The two swords intersected, the two palms were facing each other, and the fight was true qi, internal force, and a Dao Sen cold light vibrated and blew gusts of wind.

Suddenly, the trees trembled and dust fell.

Ling Cheng fought several people in a row, and his spiritual power was already overdrawn, how could he fight for the twilight cold where his strength had greatly increased.

He hurriedly put away his sword, and after spinning sideways for a few times, he knew that he was at the critical juncture of the fight, and he could no longer retreat with his whole body, so he retreated and attacked, but he was still hit to the ground by the opponent's fierce palm wind, vomiting blood, and after several struggles, he still failed to get up.

Twilight Han couldn't stop laughing, driving the four deep bone-deep claw marks on his face to tremble violently, "Ling Cheng, you still can't compare to me after all!"

At that time, Yu Jin struggled for a long time, and finally stood up slowly, but he stumbled again and almost fell, and finally barely stood firm by holding on to a locust tree.

I felt that the twenty-four ribs on my body seemed to be all broken, and there was a sharp pain in my chest, and he stumbled over, pointing at Ling Cheng and glaring angrily.

When the rest of the monks saw that the victory had been divided, they all raised their swords and surrounded him, and they all looked fierce, and they wanted to kill him with their own hands.

At this time, the Qiankun painting, which had been quiet, trembled again, and everyone's faces froze, and they unconsciously moved back a few steps.

Yu Jin was bold, stabilized his heels, and roared angrily: "What are you afraid of, the left and right are just a newborn child."

You killed forty-eight people under the main gate of this island, and today, I will definitely pay you with blood!"

When Tang Ying heard this, he thought of the thirty protégés who died that day, as well as the innocent people who died unjustly today, and he was furious.

He said: "And the lives of more than 30 people under my disciples, as well as the lives of those innocent people, are really unconscionable, inhumane, and deserve to be punished!"

Ling Cheng snorted coldly, and immediately laughed insolently, "What kind of virtue can I, Ling Cheng, be able to kill seventy or eighty monks with my own hands overnight, you really look up to me." ”

The wind suddenly became deathly silent, and everyone looked at each other, but no one said a word.

On the day the fox clan was destroyed, Ling Cheng was seriously injured, Rao is his talent is extraordinary, in the face of heavy surrounding, how could he kill seventy-eight monks with his own strength, not to mention Yu Jin and Tang Ying, who have advanced cultivation, unless there are internal ghosts in their group.

Once the seeds of doubt were planted, they were like a man, and now they looked at everyone like an enemy, and their hearts were full of fear.

And Yu Jin and Tang Ying have begun to be suspicious of each other, they have been on the opposite side from the beginning, and it is inevitable that they feel that the other party is secretly blackmailing.

Twilight Han knew that if Ling Cheng continued to talk about it, his conspiracy would be exposed, and he raised his eyebrows lightly, and a fierce sword stabbed out, hitting Ling Cheng's chest.

Angry words: "Evil words confuse the public, if you don't have some skills, how can the demon clan join forces with you, and don't forget to sow discord before you die, is it tolerable or unbearable!"

The tip of the sword was withdrawn, and the bloodstained white clothes were once again stained with bright red roses.

Ling Cheng propped up the ground with his sword, and with the last bit of strength, he staggered to his feet.

The Qiankun painting in his hand trembled incessantly, wisps of red light shot out, and the monks who approached with their swords let out a sigh and moved back a few steps again.

The thin lips were slightly hooked, and the sharp eyes swept by, and just when everyone thought that he was going to fight back again, the evil sword in his hand turned and stabbed fiercely at his dantian.

The blade pierced through the spine, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword to the ground, scarlet and dazzling.

With a twist of his wrist, the long sword slammed away from the flesh, blood splashed everywhere, and a bloodstained Yuan Dan was stripped alive.

The evil fell to the ground in vain, and with a light throw of his left hand, the trembling Qiankun painting in his palm was thrown into the air, and the scrolled painting scroll suddenly spread out, and the wisps of red light became dazzling again.

Everyone hurriedly dodged, as if they had seen Ling Cheng release the Blood Demon, their faces distorted in shock, and they shuddered.

Ling Cheng silently recited the term in his mouth: "Take my blood, sacrifice my essence, Dan Rong and painting, condense the qi in the heart, and seal it with this!" With a wave of his hand, Yuan Dan was hitting the rising sun in the clouds of Qiankun painting.

The two fused, the dazzling red light suddenly receded, and the spread scroll rolled up again, and the evil that was inserted into the ground shook violently.

In the blink of an eye, the evil detached itself from the ground and disappeared along with the scroll.

Seeing this, Ling Cheng's pale face was full of smiles, his tired body slammed to the ground, and his heavy eyes could finally be closed at this moment.

Once the Qiankun painting was sealed, under the leadership of the evil spirit, basically no one could find it, and the night spirit and the child would no longer be disturbed, and he could go to death with peace of mind.

Ling Cheng's move can be described as killing two birds with one stone, that is, protecting the child's safety and preventing him from running out of the Qiankun painting.

He also saw the child's ability just now, although these hypocritical monks deserve to die, but once the child is really a blood demon body, it is not only these hypocrites in front of him who die.

If he really let him out of the Qiankun painting, the human world will definitely be ruined, and he Ling Cheng is really the sinner of the ages.

Today, he peeled off his own life, protected the safety of the night spirit and the child, and also kept his heart, although he died, it was like being reborn.