Yang Qing's heart was full of thoughts, he didn't expect this demon yuan to be so vicious, that violent, not to mention for the time being, how did these chaotic thoughts and demon cultivators get them, why were these thoughts so rampant. He couldn't care about the medicinal power and evil qi of the Qing Mantra Pill in his body competing with each other for the demon element.

The demon yuan contains such a chaotic and chaotic thoughts, which comes from the fact that the evil qi cultivated by the demon cultivator is not pure enough, and the evil qi is violent, such as the evil qi that was refined into the demon yuan by the demon cultivator youth is as pure as the wisp in Yang Qing's body, how could the demon cultivator youth die under Yang Qing's stick and arrow, Yang Qing can live to this moment, because this demon element is not pure, and there are gains and losses in the underworld.

This evil spirit is born in flesh and blood, and the deceased was either sad, resentful, fearful, and resentful... And these negative emotions when dying will be integrated into the evil qi, the demon cultivator youth to reach the purple mansion realm, the demon yuan is rolling, and the evil qi it refines is unknown, causing the demon yuan to contain a lot of negative emotions.

And Yang Qing was not disturbed by negative emotions at this time, his heart was tenacious on the one hand, and he was infected by evil qi several times on the other hand, and the most important thing was that in fact, the negative emotions contained in the demon cultivator young demon yuan were much less than those of the purple mansion realm evil qi demon cultivator next to him, which was the strange thing. Yang Qing didn't know about this matter, this was the first Purple Mansion Realm Demon Cultivator he had come into contact with, if he was hit by the Demon Yuan of the Demon Cultivator beside him, how could he maintain his sanity.

The demon yuan in the body was about to be swallowed up by the medicinal power and evil qi of the Qing Curse Pill, and at this moment, a group of black and cyan skeletons with bone blades, leg bones and other weapons had already rushed in front of them, and the empty eye sockets flashed with a black and cyan ghostly light, looking weird, but the weapons in the bone claws brought a strong wind and went straight to Yang Qing's body.

There was not a trace of flesh and blood in this group of black and cyan skeletons, and they didn't know where the strength to wield bone weapons came from.

"Click, click, click..."

Yang Qing, whose complexion changed frequently, turned his hand and took out the long stick Wulie, wanting to sweep out, but the negative emotions that permeated his heart took away the strength of his whole body, if this sweep went down, he could only fly two or three skeletons, and the remaining dozens of bone weapons would fall on him, his mind was dull, he was slightly stunned, and he quickly changed the sweep to dance.

Dozens of bone weapons smashed on the black curtain in front of Yang Qing, the black curtain stagnated, the long stick Wulie appeared, Yang Qing's body was shocked by the power of the long stick Wulie and threw it backwards, the body just threw backwards, Yang Qing shook the long stick Wulie and slapped the ground, the body rotated, and moved out half a zhang.

Yang Qing's body moved out sideways and before he landed, several demon yuan streamers hit the place where he just stayed, as long as he slowed down, these demon yuan would hit his body.

The ground was broken by a layer of rock wall by the streamers turned into several magic elements, and for a while, the stones were scattered, and on the wall, there was a sound of 'snort', these magic elements could actually corrode the rock wall.

Yang Qing had no space in his heart to be afraid, and the long stick was unfocused, and he dodged to the side again, without waiting to stand firmly, and dodged again.

"Ding, ding"

The eight-inch rotten yellow flat long needle that flew from nowhere, the speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch it with the naked eye, and it shuttled in the cave, leaving Yang Qing with no place to stand. And there was more than one eight-inch rotten yellow long needle, Yang Qing was pierced through the shoulder by the one that followed, this long needle was too fast, and it did not leave any traces when it passed through the shoulder.

Yang Qing's body strength decreased, causing his attack, defense, and speed to also decrease significantly, and the eight-inch long needle only felt cold when it passed through his shoulder, followed by severe pain, and the wound that he couldn't see was turned out of rotten yellow blood foam at this time.

After Yang Qing was pierced by the long needle, the attack of the demons did not stop, and more than a dozen invisible ghosts roared and crashed into Yang Qing's eyebrows, wanting to enter the sea of knowledge through the Yintang acupoint and tear Yang Qing's soul apart one by one.

A burst of dizziness hit, Yang Qing saw that when the demons arrived, he had already closed the Yintang acupoint to only one gap, this gap was to be more acute, but he didn't expect these ghosts to follow this gap, struggling to squeeze towards the sea of knowledge, once he entered the sea of knowledge, Yang Qing's doppelganger lacked skills, and he would definitely be dead.

This real and virtual attack wants to take Yang Qing down in one fell swoop.

"Boom"

With a roar that only ghosts and divine consciousness could hear, Yang Qing's divine sense opened widely, and the surging divine consciousness blasted more than a dozen ghosts away from the Yintang acupoint, and then closed the gap that was only a trace left.

Yang Qing was disturbed by negative emotions, and even the strength of his divine consciousness decreased, this time the divine sense bombardment failed to directly bombard the dozen or so ghosts, the ghosts roared angrily, turning into hideous ghost heads and hitting again, at the same time, several attacks from demon cultivators followed, and there was even a human demon cultivator wearing a tattered rough robe and holding a bone spear with a strange expression towards Yang Qing.

How many attacks can you dodge!

"Whew!"

A violent whistling sound mixed with chaotic emotions suddenly sounded, echoing repeatedly in this noisy cave, shaking the rock wall in the cave and falling dust, all the demon cultivators were startled, and the attack in their hands was stunned.

The Yin Tang acupoint was wide open, and the divine consciousness tumbled out, slapping at more than a dozen hideous ghost heads like angry waves, and the whistling sound started again, and the long stick Wulie turned into an inky chopping knife and swept out, and the nearby skeletons were shattered in an instant!

The tiger roar was full of rage, the demonic red pupils coldly scanned the demons, the faint tiger stripes covered the exposed skin, the corners of the mouth raised a cruel smile, and the two fangs were exposed, reflecting the faint green light.

Yang Qing took the initiative to induce the evil qi, and the evil qi drove the enlightened beast essence blood that was integrated into Yang Qing's blood, and the situation at this time became a beast, and reason was constantly devoured by violence, but Yang Qing had no choice other than this. At this time, the chaotic emotions were still there, and they did not affect Yang Qing's strength, but instead increased his might, strength, speed, and flexibility were unprecedentedly strong.

"Whew"

The long stick was picked up and rushed into the midst of the demons, and the fearless momentum made these monsters tremble.

"Kill" didn't know that the monster couldn't stand Yang Qing's oppression, and rose up to resist, the fierceness in the hearts of those trembling monsters provoked, and all the weapons in their hands were waved out.

"Snort"

A rich blue-black halo descended from the cave, shrouding the black and cyan skeleton dry bones, the dry bones were even more black and cyan, and the black and cyan light in the empty eye sockets was even worse, as if they had taken a big tonic, they 'clicked' and moved their steps and rushed to kill Yang Qing.

"Poof, poof..."

The long stick swept across the black and cyan skeletons, making a sound like whipping on the defeated skull, and the skeleton bones that were swept were shattered, but they could still remain intact, and after falling to the ground, they jumped up and continued to charge.

Yang Qing ignored the threat of more than a dozen ghosts, the Yin Tang acupoint was opened, his divine sense was released, and he swept away the demons, and the long stick Wulie flew a few skeletons with every blow, but the dry bones of the skeletons had a sudden change of tenacity, and it was difficult to kill them with one blow.

"Ding, ding..."

Yang Qing's sanity was not completely lost, and his divine sense saw the eight-inch long needle that flew from the flying stab, and the long stick was swept away with a flick and a pluck, piercing the demons.

"Stinky, you're looking for death!" the demon cultivator who had been stabbed by the long needle shouted angrily, and the roar was quickly drowned out by the chaotic sound of fighting.

A few demon elements attacked, Yang Qing rose from the ground, dodging flexibly, and a few demon elements failed to hit Yang Qing but hit on top of many skeletons. The sound of 'snort' rang out, and the dry bones were corroded and thrown away, but the skeleton didn't know the pain, and it limped and still kept rushing to kill.

Rough!

Yang Qing's body was in the air, not waiting to land, the long stick was raised high, and ten ink-colored stick shadows appeared in an instant, stagnating slightly, and slashing down like a torrential rain.

"Poof..."

Under the shadow of the long stick without the dark color of the stick, there are those who wield bone weapons to slash and kill, and there are those who rush to kill from afar, and under the shadow of the stick, bone fragments are thrown away.

"Woohoo"

The hollow sharp bone spear pierced the air and stabbed when Yang Qing dropped the stick, and the timing was just right, and the attack was fast and hateful.

"Ding"

Yang Qing's momentum of falling sticks did not stop, it was too late to draw the stick to resist, Yang Qing did not look back, his left palm full of sharp claws grabbed back, the speed was extremely fast, and before the bone spear pierced his body, he grabbed it and deflected it. The bone spur was castrated, and the stab was stabbed to the side, Yang Qing picked up the long stick in his right hand and swept it away.

This demon cultivator with a bone spur in his hand, his face was even more weird, and he didn't see fear, and the black and cyan demon yuan in his body agitated, and he reached out and grabbed a skeleton that was about to be slashed and padded it on his body.

"Poof"

The long stick swept over the skeleton's dry bones, shattering the bones and knocking the skeleton into the air along with the demon cultivator holding the bone spear, and falling to the side of the rock wall.

"Uhhhhhh

The cry of the miserable ghost is terrifying, four dark pink humanoids float in the air, the body is transparent, the expression is miserable, the mouth is whining, the translucent palm dances, and the turn softly slaps towards Yang Qing, this ghost uses the voice to confuse, and then attack, these ghosts are ghosts with the cultivation of the sea realm.

"Buzz!"

The demonic red pupils looked at the ghosts fluttering in the air and turning their hands, with a cold snort in their noses, their bodies rotated and held sticks with both hands, and they were splitting down at the four ghosts, and the air trembled with the long sticks that were splitting down.

"Po"

These four ghosts were split into eight petals by the long stick that was split, and then the translucent figure of these eight petals suddenly dispersed.

"Huh"

Yang Qing stretched out his hand and copied it, pulled out the arrow that ran through the eyebrows of the demon cultivator youth, jumped up with both feet, put away the long stick without a lie, took out the longbow magic weapon, wound the arrow, opened the bow, and released the arrow! The arrow turned into a meteor, pierced through the faint green light, and went straight to several demon cultivators who were hiding in the distance to hit the demon yuan with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"Poof"

A demon cultivator with a dry body who kept hitting the black evil qi demon yuan couldn't dodge left and right, and was pierced by the arrows that came from the blast and nailed to the rock wall.

Yang Qing's body was in the air, his bewitching red pupils scanned the surroundings, there were still dozens of black and cyan skeletons under his eyes, the ghosts that were invisible to the naked eye roared, and the four dark pink ghosts he saw were intact and crying bitterly, the rough robe demon cultivator with a bone spear in his hand, the three ghostly demon cultivators who hid in the distance and played the rotten yellow demon yuan, and an old woman with three eight-inch rotten yellow long needles.

There are still fifty or sixty of these monsters combined, how can they not be killed!