"Master Ling!"

After seeing the leader, Ling Hao, Fengchi's heart finally dropped, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lu Yue, take action, the messengers of Yin and Yang, kill them all!" Ling Hao told Lu Yue.

"Okay!" Lu Yue responded, leading Qinglong, Canglang and others to disperse around.

Lu Yue is now a third-grade extraordinary person. Even without using the magic sword, he can kill a sixth-grade extraordinary person with all his strength.

The two hundred or so people left in the Yin Yang Sect, except for the God of Death and the two deputy sect masters, are only the strongest in the mid-to-early stage and are naturally no match for Lu Yue.

In the blink of an eye, five or six people were chopped into two pieces and fell down.

"Brother Bai Ling, leave those two people to you!" Ling Hao then pointed at the two deputy sect leaders and spoke.

Goo!

Bai Ling screamed and rushed out quickly. At the same time, he opened his mouth and sprayed out several violent waves of air.

"If a bird dares to cause trouble, just die!"

The tall old man among them didn't pay attention to Bai Ling at all. He raised his hand to form a shadow knife and slashed at Bai Ling.

However, the next moment, his expression stiffened.

The phantom sword exploded instantly, and Bai Ling's attack continued unabated, hitting him directly on the chest.

puff!

After the old man looked up to the sky and spat out a large mouthful of blood, his whole body flew out violently. All the bones in his body were shattered and all the internal organs were displaced.

After it hit the ground heavily, he spurted out a mouthful of blood again. He opened his mouth with difficulty but could not say a single word. His head tilted and there was no movement.

Eyes wide open, eyes open to death!

He never thought that he would die in the hands of a bird!

The mother and son Fengchi and Fengjia on the side also had extremely shocked expressions on their faces.

A strong man who has entered the Dao realm is not the enemy of a flying bird?!

This is too scary!

call!

After Bai Ling dealt with the opponent, he flapped his wings and rushed towards the other deputy sect leader.

When the old man saw his companion being killed by Bai Ling, he naturally did not dare to fight head-on and quickly fled to the side.

Naturally, Bai Ling didn't let him go so easily, and chased after him with a cry.

"Die!" At this time, the God of Death roared angrily, formed seals with his hands, and launched an offensive in Bai Ling's direction.

"I'm sorry, you're the one who died!" Ling Hao's voice sounded at the same time, and then he raised his hand and pointed at the other party.

boom!

The offensives of both sides exploded at the same time, Ling Hao and Death each swept away from a distance of two to three hundred meters.

"Um?!"

After stabilizing his figure, the God of Death's pupils shrank for a moment.

He had already checked the martial arts aura on Ling Hao before, and it was only a third-grade transcendent realm.

He himself is a third-level Daoist, which is a whole level higher than Ling Hao. Naturally, he will not take Ling Hao seriously.

But now, he was forced back such a long distance by the opponent. This is completely unreasonable!

The first thought that came to his mind was that it must be because of the treasure in Ling Hao's body.

"Boy, I underestimated you!" After calming down a little, the God of Death looked at Ling Hao and said.

"However, even if you have that precious treasure to protect you, I will still kill you today to avenge the people of my Yin Yang Sect."

"If you know the truth and hand over the treasure honestly, I can leave you a note of the whole body."

"You should have made a special trip to wait for me today, right?" Ling Hao responded lightly.

"I'm here now. If you have any trump cards, use them as soon as possible, otherwise you won't have a chance!"

He knew very well that the main target of Death's attack on Shengtian City must be him. The other party did not dare to go to Yuhong City to cause trouble, so luring him to Shengtian City was the best plan.

If the other party dares to come to Shengtian City to cause trouble, he must have known about the destruction of Shengtianmen before.

At that time, Mo Tian, ​​although his cultivation level had declined, he could still mobilize the combat power of the fourth-level Taoist realm. If the God of Death had no trump card, he would definitely not come to Holy Sky City like this.

"You're not stupid!" Death replied coldly.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked to the left: "You two, come out, let's find the treasure together!"

As his voice fell, ripples appeared in the void not far away, and then two figures appeared, one man and one woman.

It can be seen from the auras of the two people that one of them is in the fourth-level Taoist realm, and the other is in the late third-level Taoist realm.

"Send your name!" Ling Hao looked at the two of them and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You're an unknown person, so don't mention it!" the old man in gray robes replied calmly.

"The purpose of our visit today is just to see the true face of the treasure in your body. As long as you hand it over, we won't make it difficult for you!"

"I'm afraid I will disappoint you two!" Ling Hao responded.

"What do you mean? Not willing? An external thing is more important than your own life?" the old man in gray robe continued.

"It's not that you don't want to, it's that you are not qualified to see that treasure!" Ling Hao replied lightly.

"Haha, is that so?" The old man in gray robe narrowed his eyes: "I wonder if that treasure will automatically come out to find other hosts if you die?"

"If you want my life, you are not qualified either!" Ling Hao glanced at the other party.

Goo!

While he was speaking, Bai Ling flapped her wings and came to his side.

The remaining deputy sect leader of the Yin Yang Sect was already lying on the ground, motionless, and had long since lost his breath.

The God of Death subconsciously looked at the ground below, his face so gloomy that he almost shed tears.

His right-hand men and two deputy sect leaders all went to see the Lord of Hell in just a few minutes.

"Do you think a bird can protect you?" The old woman glanced at Bai Ling and then looked at Ling Hao and said in a deep voice.

"You can try it!" Ling Hao responded.

"You two, stop talking nonsense with this kid, kill him, and the treasure will naturally be ours!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the God of Death.

"Since you don't have to drink fine wine for the toast, then let it be as you wish!" The old man in gray robe said solemnly, and his aura quickly increased.

"Zi Ling, I'll leave him to you!" Ling Hao said.

call!

As he finished speaking, a purple figure quickly rushed towards the gray-robed old man.

"Huh?" The old man in gray robe was slightly stunned, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the old man in gray robe shot backwards two to three hundred meters away before stopping.

"The origin of spiritual veins?"

After seeing Zi Ling clearly, the gray-robed old man's pupils shrank slightly.

After a short pause, he looked at Ling Hao and said, "You can actually make the source of your spiritual veins recognize you as your master. It really makes me..."

"Old man, you talk too much, take another move from me!" As Zi Ling spoke, he dodged over.

"Seeking death!" The old man in gray robe frowned and raised his hand to greet him.

Afterwards, the two sides fought fiercely.
Chapter completed!