Chapter 179 Who are you, I don't want to know [Thanks to boss Qingnian for unblocking]
At the Ziyun Sect station, Xin Ziang frowned. He did not expect that Ling Tian would come back at this time, nor did he expect that the Feiyan cloak that he had asked Bai Feiyun for a reward would be worn by Ling Tian!
Moreover, the current Lingtian situation is even more powerful than before!
"Bai Feiyun, Ling Tian!"
Xin Ziang clenched his fists in his sleeves, his eyes full of resentment.
At the foot of Tianhe Mountain.
Being the focus of everyone's attention, Ling Tian dropped his palm, grabbed the corpses of the dozen people, and flew to the Demon Dao Sect's station opposite Tianhe Mountain. With a wave of his hand, the corpses fell on the ground.
land.
As if he had done something insignificant, Ling Tian stood there, facing the entire demon station, unafraid.
Looking ahead, his energy wrapped around the sound, he raised his sword and shouted.
"Barbarian Crimson Blood, Thousand Demon Sect Situ Fan, Tiansha Sect Li Wuxin, come out and die!"
The word "death" fell, and the sound was billowing, echoing among the mountains and rivers, covering the entire Tianhe Mountain battlefield in an instant. Whether it was the sects of Tianhe Mountain or the demon camp on the opposite side, they all clearly heard Ling Tian's roar.
Immediately everyone looked shocked.
"He's really arrogant."
When Xi Ruoxue heard this, her flying figure also froze.
In Tianhe Mountain, everyone did not expect that Ling Tian not only did not stop, but instead openly called for formation in front of the demonic camp!
And as soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to kill the enemy's three late-stage condensed soul leaders!
Apparently he didn't take the other person into consideration at all.
"What kind of crazy person is this? How dare you speak so arrogantly against me, the Thousand Demons Sect?!"
At this time, a faint light flew out from the demonic camp, and a figure appeared not far from Ling Tian. It was an old man with a short figure and a withered face. He was wearing a black robe. His whole person seemed to blend into the night, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
, flashing a little light.
However, when he saw the numerous corpses, his face suddenly showed a look of shock and anger, and he glared at Ling Tian.
"You killed my Thousand Demons Sect disciple?!"
The dozen Biquan warriors who died were all from the Thousand Demons Sect of the Seven Demonic Sects, and they were all of the younger generation. They were the backbone of the Thousand Demons Sect who had worked hard to cultivate them. They performed extremely well in the few days of battle, but
Unexpectedly, they did not die fighting on the battlefield.
But at this time, he was tortured and killed!
How could he not be angry.
Ling Tian glanced at him coldly and found that this old man from the Thousand Demon Sect only had the cultivation level of the early stage of Condensation. Although he was not bad, he was not Situ Fan of the Thousand Demon Sect, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.
"Let Situ Fan come out and die!"
The old man suddenly became furious, "Don't you know who I am? How dare you be so presumptuous as a young Piquan!"
But before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly dazzled, bright lightning flashed, and a crystal finger appeared out of thin air, shooting out!
"Junior, how dare you!"
I didn't expect that Ling Tian would attack so brazenly, and that this martial arts would be so powerful!
The old man was frightened and angry, and he also stirred up his black robes. His palms formed a shadow shield in front of him.
The old man is extremely confident in this martial skill. The Thousand Demon Shield is the most powerful defensive martial skill among the Thousand Demon Sect. Few people at the same level can break it.
Even if the opponent's aura is weird, how can it be broken?
Huh, when you run out of this move, you will die!
Being forced out of the Thousand Demonic Shield by a junior is indeed a huge shame!
However, as soon as this idea occurred to him, the old man suddenly noticed something unusual!
For a time, the entire space seemed to have been sucked dry of the spirit energy, creating a vacuum, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
And behind that finger, a vortex was created, sucking in spiritual energy, and the power of the finger itself increased dramatically!
The vitality condensed in the Thousand Demonic Shield in front of him was torn away.
"What kind of martial arts is this?"
Such an overwhelming momentum, even in the middle stage of Soul Condensation, is nothing more than this!
Ling Tian's Pure Yang Finger has now turned into two fingers together, which is the second level of Pure Yang Finger.
Not only did it absorb the Zi Ting Fire, but also the surrounding aura was absorbed by it!
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"Crack!"
The sound exploded, extremely crisp, like cracking silk. The Thousand Demonic Shield in front of the old man was directly cracked by the Pure Yang Finger, but the bright finger seemed not to be affected at all and continued to click.
"How is that possible?!"
The old man was frightened, and his heart was full of panic and regret.
If he had known this, what else would he have done?
Instinctively, he turned around and ran away, but Chunyang's finger was so fast that he swallowed the old man in an instant.
Even so, the Pure Yang Finger did not stop at all. It landed in front of the demonic camp and exploded, sending up earth and rocks all over the sky.
Amidst everyone's exclamations, the smoke and dust dispersed.
The condensed spirit warriors of the Thousand Demon Sect had disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a huge crater dozens of feet wide in front of the demon camp, filled with burning energy.
"Who are you, I don't want to know!"
Ling Tian's tone was extremely domineering as he killed the strong soul condensing man with one strike of thunder.
He didn't pay attention to the strong ones in the early stage of Condensation.
Now, he just wants to kill the three people who killed Lin Shan. The others are just air.
"Thousand Demons Sect Situ Fan, if you don't come out, I will kill all your Thousand Demons Sect disciples and see how long you can shrink!?"
Ling Tian's voice was still rolling like thunder, and it went away with great force. The disdain and determination to kill were clearly revealed, and it was already slapping Qian Demon Sect hard in the face.
In front of Tianhe Mountain, the barbarian army is no longer here. Only the Qianmo Sect and Tiansha Sect of the Demonic Path lead dozens of sects of the Demonic Path to fight here.
In the center of the Demonic Camp, inside a huge tent, Situ Fan and Li Wuxin suddenly opened their eyes.
They already knew it when Ling Tian made his first provocation, but who are they?
In the later stage of Ningso, in Lingnan, they were all powerful figures, and this time they even led the Demon Sect into battle, commanding thousands of people.
How could he easily fight just because a junior called for formation?
However, after Ling Tian instantly killed the Thousand Demons Sect old man with his Pure Yang Finger, Situ Fan was also surprised.
That momentum was enough to make him take it seriously!
And when Ling Tian called for formation in front of all the good and evil spirits in Lingnan for the second time, even he who had the late stage of condensation couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. He stood up suddenly, broke through the tent, and reached the sky.
Li Wuxin from the Tiansha Sect is short in stature, dressed in gray and white, and his shiny head is covered with snake shadow totems, which is very intimidating.
At this time, his little eyes rolled and he also flew away.
Several streaks of light rose from the demonic camp and shot over quickly.
The light dissipated, and five figures appeared in the sky, facing Ling Tian from a distance.
Three of them have the same clothes as the old man who died earlier, but their cultivation levels are below the middle stage of Condensation. Only the two of them have strong vitality and their momentum has reached the late stage of Condensation!
One of them was wearing a dark red robe, and behind him, a black and red tiger silhouette looked up to the sky and roared.
He looked no older than middle-aged, with a sallow complexion and a gloomy expression. He was holding a broadsword with rising will-o'-the-wisps in his hand.
This person is none other than Situ Fan of the Thousand Demons Sect!