Ling Xian was not afraid, but was speechless for a while, these ancient demons were inevitably too aggressive, could it be that before they started, they didn't look at the strength of their opponents?

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A group of primordial-level ancient demons, although there are a large number of them, they are not hanging themselves by the old birthday star, what is the suspicion of longevity?

I really don't know whether to live or die!

A hint of ridicule appeared on Ling Xian's face.

He didn't hide, nor did he sacrifice any defensive treasures, the difference in strength between the two sides was huge, with Ling Xian's physical strength, even if he stood there and didn't move, let them attack, he would definitely not hurt himself in the slightest.

Of course, Ling Xian didn't do that, first, it was too shocking, he didn't want to attract the attention of some old monsters behind, as for these two, it was not Ling Xian's character to be beaten and not fight back.

Therefore, his whole body flashed blue, but he opened the body protection spirit shield, which is considered a basic spell of the five elements, but it is more than enough to defend some ancient demons at the Yuan Infant level.

Thundered!

The loud noise kept reaching people's ears, but it was completely useless, the difference in strength between the two sides was there, and no matter how weird the magic skill was in the face of such a big realm gap, it would be in vain.

A hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of Ling Xian's mouth, and he clenched his hands and did not attack, but the terrifying spiritual pressure was overwhelming.

None of those infant ancient demons escaped, and they were all shrouded in this terrible spiritual pressure, and one by one, they couldn't even breathe.

"It's not good, it's a Tongxuan-level immortal cultivator, go and ask the Demon Venerable to help. ”

The blue-faced and fanged Ancient Demon was shocked, with his strength, of course he couldn't see through what Ling Xian's true realm was, the only feeling was unfathomable.

All in all, such an enemy is by no means something that you can match.

As he spoke, he fled backwards, but in the process of fleeing, he also sacrificed a flying knife as black as ink.

As for the rest of the ancient demons, they were also shocked and fled in all directions, but they were not simply escaping, while widening the distance between themselves and Ling Xian, they also released all kinds of treasures and attacked Ling Xian.

Seeing the other party's actions clearly, Ling Xian's face couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

The other party is taking retreat as a strategy, escaping on the surface, but in fact, he wants to drag himself down, gain time, and wait for a more powerful ancient demon.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it's bold.

It's a pity that I underestimate myself too much.

"Since you don't know life or death so much, let's go away together. ”

Ling Xian's cold voice came into his ears.

As soon as his hand was raised, the spiritual light in the air suddenly appeared, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi gathered here, and wind blades with a diameter of half a foot appeared in sight.

"Hurry!"

Then Ling Xian pointed out lightly, and those wind blades were like being fired by a strong bow and crossbow, and they immediately flew in different directions.

Soon, it collided with the magic weapons released by the other party, such as flying knives and magic swords.

There was not the slightest suspense, although Ling Xian was only casting the lowest-level spells, but those magic weapons were completely irresistible, and he wailed, and in an instant, the aura became extremely dim.

And that's just the beginning.

The next moment, those magic weapons turned into mortal iron and fell from the sky.

This time, there was no longer any obstacle for the wind blade, and with the screams, blood splashed out, and those ancient demons had returned to the underworld one by one.

Without exception, all fell.

The whole process is complicated, but in fact, it is only a fleeting effort.

There is a huge gap between the realms of the two sides, and with Ling Xian's strength, it is naturally not difficult to kill in seconds.

However, the matter did not end here, with an earth-shattering roar reaching people's ears, a dazzling spiritual light flew from the sky, the speed was extremely fast, and it smashed like Ling Xian's head.

Sneak attack!

And the attack was full of monstrous rage.

However, Ling Xian was not so easy to deal with, with the strength of his divine sense, of course, he saw the six paths, listened to the eight directions, turned his head, and saw a strange treasure the size of an attic, the whole body was wrapped in a rich demonic qi, and it was only more than ten zhang away from him.

It sounds like there is still a lot of distance, but the existence of their level is just a flick of a finger, and there is no time to hide, and there is no time to even sacrifice treasures...... Of course, that's for ordinary monks.

Ling Xian's face was not afraid, and his figure was slightly blurred, and he disappeared from the spot.

In this way, the magic treasure fell into the air, and with a sound of surprise, a middle-aged man with a big face and big ears came into view.

If it weren't for the rich demonic aura he exuded all over his body, at first glance, he would be indistinguishable from a human monk at all, but there was no need to be surprised, the appearance of the ancient demon was originally varied.

Some are extremely ugly, some are hideous and vicious, but there are also others, similar to ordinary human monks, and it is difficult to explain clearly, there is nothing strange about being like humans.

But this is definitely an ancient demon in front of him, and he is a strong man who has survived five heavenly tribulations!

In the middle of the Tongxuan period.

His face was full of anger, but behind the anger there was a bit of suspicion, after all, the profound magic power of teleportation was not something that ordinary monks could use.

With this thought in his mind, he stepped back.

After all, the other party was trapped by the formation, and it was impossible to escape for a moment.

He didn't want to face a strong enemy alone, and there were several Demon Venerables rushing here.

Who said that the ancient demons are all well-developed limbs and simple-minded guys, and the middle-aged ancient demons in front of him are very cunning.

His intentions were not wrong.

It's a pity that he provoked immortal cultivators who shouldn't be provoked.

Ling Xian's fighting experience was incomparably rich, how could he not see what the other party was planning in his heart?

The figure blurred slightly, and once again performed the teleportation technique.

Seeing that the opponent's figure disappeared from the spot, the ancient demon's expression couldn't help but be shocked, and without thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and slapped it on the top of his head, and with his movements, a black and shiny shield erupted from his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, it swelled up and stood in front of his body.

Its movements were not unfast, but unfortunately there was a mistake in judgment, since it was a sneak attack, how could Ling Xian play the trick of frontal attack?

Spatial fluctuations together.

Ling Xian appeared behind the other party's body, no more than a foot apart, and then raised his right hand, and pointed to make a sword, with its movements, the spirit shone through, wrapping Ling Xian's palm, but in an instant, it condensed into a three-foot-long fairy sword.

Although it was a mixture of mana and the vitality of heaven and earth, it was condensed, but it was like a substance, and then Ling Xian's palm flipped over, held the sword, and stabbed downward.

The action is swift and indescribable, and the angle of the grip is even more tricky, and a soft sound of "snort" came into the ear, and it has pierced into the opponent's dantian purple mansion. (To be continued.) )