In these seven demon caves, Yang Qing didn't know what kind of monster it was, but at this point, he could only go in and take a look.

The divine sense repeatedly swept over the seven holes, comparing the aura emanating from them, since the fight was inevitable, Yang Qing wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to kill the strongest monster.

There are two places at the entrance of this cave that are filled with evil qi, two places where yin qi remains, and the other three places where Yang Qing has not touched the breath, so it is difficult to make a judgment. I chose the place with the strongest evil breath and rubbed my body in.

The inside of this passage is not as dark as the tunnel just now, and there is a cold phosphorescence on the rock wall of the passage, I don't know if it is due to the rock or added later.

This cold and dark red phosphorescence not only couldn't make people feel safe in a dark environment, but also made Yang Qing feel that there were countless pairs of eyes, staring at him coldly.

The passage gradually widened, except for the phosphorescent light on both sides of the passage, the front of the passage stole the faint green light spots, Yang Qing moved his steps lightly, his divine sense probed forward, and scanned the rock wall of the passage in front of him to see if there was anything strange.

The dark green in front of it is more and more obvious, it seems that it is not far from the monster inside, under the detection of divine sense, it is found that there is a wide cave in front of the passage, this cave is ten zhang in size, slightly low, the cave wall is smooth, not like a natural formation or a hammer and axe smashed and split, but as if it is corroded.

The cave was littered with a large number of skeletons, so broken that it was impossible to see who belonged to them, and the low ceiling of the cave was inlaid with a dark green gem, the size of a fist, but the whole cave was illuminated in dark green.

Under this dark green gem, there is a half-zhang long and wide stone platform, on the stone platform sits this young man, the robe on his body is torn, it can be vaguely seen that it is the style of wide sleeves and placket, under the light of the gem, it is not sure what color and material.

The young man's body was surrounded by black qi, even the pale skin exposed was hidden with black qi, his eyes were closed, his face was stiff and expressionless, and there were some tattoo-like magic patterns on his face.

Yang Qing's divine sense saw this scene, and before he could get closer, the sound of footsteps alarmed the demon cultivator to lose the opportunity, kicked the ground, and his body quickly rushed out, passing through the passage of more than ten zhang of passage, and went straight to the demon cultivator.

"Ahh

The demon cultivator roared angrily, who dared to disturb his cultivation like this in this demon cave, his closed eyes opened, his eyes were blood-red, no matter who it was, he would definitely tear it apart.

The pitch-black demon yuan was surging, like a dragon with black qi dancing around his body, his arms vibrating, and two blade-like claws appeared on the pale hands hidden in the wide cuffs.

This demon cultivator actually reached the top of the Purple Mansion Realm, and the demon yuan was rolling like a dragon, and the blade-like claws attached to his arms were magic weapons.

Yang Qing, who rushed to the cave, saw that this demon cultivator was majestic, and his heart was shocked, but his feet did not stop, he jumped up, and the long stick was raised high, and ten pitch-black stick shadows instantly appeared in the dark green cave.

The turbulent waves of the four styles of "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles" are blatantly played.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Ten stick shadows moved with Yang Qing's figure in the air, only staying in the air for a moment, and then falling like a torrential rain.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Yang Qing saw the right time to make a move, and he allowed the demon cultivator to dodge.

The demon cultivator's pitch-black demon yuan rolled and turned into a giant shield in front of him, but it resisted the five stick shadows, and was immediately scattered.

"Ding..."

Mo Xiu's black hair was raging, and then he shook his hand and grabbed five claws in a row, and struck with the long stick Wulie, but Mo Xiu hurriedly responded to the battle, and was still hit by a stick shadow on the left shoulder.

"Click"

His shoulders collapsed instantly, spurting out a mouthful of black blood, and his body was thrown backwards.

This strongest blow did not kill the demon cultivator, Yang Qing was uneasy, followed in a few steps, and before the demon cultivator landed, he pointed out the long stick.

This stick hit the demon cultivator's chest, his chest collapsed, and black blood foam overflowed from his mouth, and he was thrown again, his eyes rolled widely, and there was no expression of pain except anger and violence.

The long stick is no longer withdrawn, and as soon as it is advanced, he holds the stick with both arms and exerts his strength, and the demon cultivator who is still throwing it back is picked, lifted, and fallen, and synthesized together.

"Pong"

Demon Xiu fell to the ground, the unknown bones were smashed, and after Yang Qing fell, he was about to hit the turbulent waves again, which was in an insignificant gap, and the collapsed shoulders of the Demon Xiu could still be used, and his palm slapped the ground, and his body slanted back.

Yang Qing saw that this demon cultivator was still fierce, and he actually flashed out the range of the stormy waves, and forcibly collected the moves he was about to play.

The demon cultivator slapped the ground, and after his body took off, a fork-shaped magic weapon appeared under his feet, and the black light of the fork-shaped magic weapon flashed, holding the demon cultivator up.

"Kill, hey, hey..."

There were all kinds of roars in the passage, some angry, some weird, some desolate, some fear...

The monster next to him had been startled and was coming, and under Yang Qing's several blows, this young demon cultivator was still alive.

The young demon cultivator's left shoulder collapsed, and there were white bones piercing out of his ribs, and his mouth was still overflowing with blood foam and fragments, and he was floating in the air with a fork-like magic weapon, and his anger was abnormal.

This young demon cultivator is still not dead after being so seriously injured, all because of the violence of the evil qi that makes him forget the concept of death, and now he is alive because of the violence in his heart.

"Ahh

The blood foam in the young demon cultivator's mouth splattered out with a roar of rage, and he swooped down with his blade-like claws, his eyes staring directly at Yang Qing, and he swore not to stop if he didn't kill him.

The young demon cultivator's internal organs were damaged, and he failed to affect his strong strength, and his diving speed was extremely fast.

Yang Qing waited with a stick, as long as this demon cultivator swooped over, Yang Qing would definitely be able to give the young demon cultivator a blow with the length of the long stick. Who knew that this demon cultivator swooped halfway, his pale palm was sealed, and a pitch-black demon yuan hit Yang Qing, this demon cultivator first lured the enemy and then played a spell, so that Yang Qing couldn't dodge.

Yang Qing obviously underestimated the Demon Cultivator, thinking that the Demon Cultivator only knew how to kill violently, but he didn't expect it to be so cunning, which shows that the path of Demon Cultivation must not be underestimated.

The oncoming Demon Yuan rolled endlessly, like a black fireball sliding down at great speed.

Yang Qing made a mistake, at this time, he couldn't dodge safely, the long stick Wulie danced, and just when the black curtain appeared, the tumbling demon yuan hit the black curtain formed by the long stick Wulie.

"Boom..."

The tumbling demon yuan exploded, and Yang Qing was thrown backwards by the impact of the demon yuan, and the demon yuan was contaminated on his body like an earthworm, turning into wisps along the pores and occupying the body into his body.

"Kill, hey, hey..."

Voices echoed in the cave, and the alarmed monsters had rushed in, human monks, ghosts, faintly humanoid figures, running bones... There are hundreds of them all together.

This ten-zhang cave, how can it accommodate these hundreds of monsters, the monsters who are squeezed in the passage can't enter, and they still rush in desperately, the sound of bones colliding, angry scolding, low crying...

Yang Qing's body was thrown backwards, the secret path in his heart was broken, his divine sense was withdrawn, his eyes stared at the pursuing demon cultivator youth, he turned his hand and withdrew the long stick Wulie, took out the Qing Mantra Pill, took it down, and took out a longbow and three arrows again, and when all this was done, the body that was thrown away fell to the ground, pressing the dry bones and grinding the ground to make a tooth-aching sound and slid backwards.

At this time, the demon cultivator youth had already pursued him, and his pale hands were about to play a spell again, and Yang Qing was sliding on the ground holding the bone slag, and if this continued, the demon cultivator youth's blow would hit right.

At this time, Yang Qing was not in a hurry to defend, his heart was quiet and abnormal, there was no trace of panic, his movements were smooth and fast, the three arrows were wound, the bow was opened, and he let go.

"Boom, boom, boom"

A piercing sound sounded through the air, and three arrows pierced through the dark green of the cave, pointing directly at the demon cultivator who was about to cast a spell.

At such a close distance, the extremely fast and powerful arrow slashed through, all the way to the center of the demon cultivator's eyebrows.

"Click, poof"

This arrow was at the center of the eyebrows of the demon cultivator youth, only the arrow feather remained, and it flew with the youth for a while, and smashed into the hundreds of monsters with a bang.

The demon cultivator youth smashed into the hundreds of monsters, causing a burst of screams, and then there was a dead silence, and hundreds of eyes stared at the demon cultivator youth who was pierced through the head by arrows.

The demon cultivator is dead, but the demon yuan in his body is still agitating, as if he is about to struggle out and continue to kill the enemy.

Yang Qing turned over, his face was pale, his eyes were red, the demon yuan that entered his body from his pores was refined by evil qi, although he took the Qing Curse Pill to expel some of it, but there were still fish that slipped through the net and poured into his blood, cholera his sanity.

Yang Qing's muscles in his whole body developed and balanced, and the fight just now did not make him feel tired. But the magic element integrated into the blood is the biggest trouble.

The demon yuan is not a pure evil qi, not only the power contained in it, but also contains all kinds of negative emotions, this negative emotion hits the heart, and all kinds of things that don't want to think of spring up in my mind, some belong to him, and some belong to the ghost.

At this time, the medicinal power of the Qing Mantra Pill spread throughout the body, and the demon elements that were integrated into the blood were constantly being removed, and even the evil qi that Yang Qing had inadvertently refined and recovered was also decreasing.

"Hmph!" Yang Qing still couldn't help but snort, he didn't notice the pain when he pulled out the demon yuan, but the evil qi that was integrated into the blood was consumed by the medicinal power of the Qing Mantra Pill, and it was as painful as a broken bone and a marrow extraction.

The amount of evil qi integrated into the body decreased slightly, and this evil qi seemed to sense a threat, and began to compete with the medicinal power of the Qing Mantra Pill to absorb the evil qi in the demon element.

And all the remaining negative emotions hit Yang Qing's heart, sadness, anger, murderous intent, guilt... made Yang Qing's eyes red, and tears were left in his red eyes, covering his chest for a while, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't shout.

After going through so many things, Yang Qingyuan thought that he was strong enough to withstand the wind and rain, but he couldn't withstand the invasion of this negative emotion.

The battle between the medicinal power of the Qing Curse Pill and the wisp of evil qi that Yang Qing had subdued to snatch the Demon Yuan continued, and the pain in his body was no longer felt, and all kinds of negative emotions were even stronger one by one.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey..."Hundreds of monsters woke up from the shock of the tragic death of the demon cultivator youth, and they all let out all kinds of shouts, making a mess.

Dry bones, ghosts, ghosts, and human monks all looked at Yang Qing, who was eroded by all kinds of negative emotions, and pulled out bone blades, long leg bones, magic weapons... Screaming and rushing forward.