In the valley, blood clouds filled the air, mixed with hostility, which could subtly make people's minds shaken and out of control.
Ye Ling sat cross-legged on the ground, a faint radiance glowed on his body, and the Taoist rhyme was naturally derived and faintly flowing on it.
Ye Ling got rid of many distracting thoughts in his mind, making his state of mind clear and clear; the spiritual power in his body started over and over again, and began to continue to impact the Tao orifices in his body.
The gift from the man in white was just a sword technique and had no guidance on how to practice in the Huiling Realm, so Ye Ling had no choice but to explore the technique on his own.
That day, Ye Ling used his spiritual power to wrap up the Gang Qi and hit the blocked meridians. It was like a golden gate being shattered. A small pool was instantly filled with spiritual power, making Ye Ling feel that the impurities in his body had been purified and his state of cultivation had improved.
Ye Ling knew that the method he had discovered was good, so he continued to work on it.
Draw the gourd in the same way, use the spiritual power to carry the Gang Qi backwards, and hit the next golden gate. When the two collide, the golden gate collapses, and the spiritual power immediately fills this side of the Taoist orifice.
Ye Ling felt refreshed all over and hit the next orifice again.
However, this time it was different from the previous smoothness. The Gang Qi hit the golden gate and was instantly bounced away, but the golden gate remained motionless.
Ye Ling was not in a hurry, and once again used his spiritual power to wrap up his Gang Qi and struck with all his strength. Then the Golden Gate suddenly collapsed and was filled with spiritual power.
There was no spiritual energy from heaven and earth in the valley. Ye Ling broke through two orifices in succession and lost a lot of spiritual energy. In order to cope with the unknown dangers that followed, Ye Ling did not dare to use too much spiritual energy, so he opened his eyes and shook off his body.
of dust.
Ye Ling's energy was deep at this time, and there were some changes from before. Although it was weak, it could be noticed by others.
The scene in front of him changed again. A blood-colored palace appeared directly in front of Ye Ling. It was full of energy and had numerous Dao patterns engraved on it.
Ye Ling raised his head to look, but he was met by a huge force of Tao, which shook the sea of consciousness.
Ye Ling hurriedly withdrew his gaze: "These Dao patterns must have come from the hands of powerful seniors. With my current level of cultivation, I can't even look directly at them, let alone comprehend them."
Ye Ling climbed up the steps and entered the main entrance, only to see that there was nothing in the Nuo Palace except for a futon in the center, on which sat a Taoist whose face he couldn't see clearly.
This man was dressed in black, with a faint aura of evil surrounding him, but his face was blurry and chaotic, and his appearance could not be identified.
Sensing Ye Ling's approach, the man said: "Human monk, why are you here?"
Ye Ling's expression was calm and calm, and his cultivation seemed to be immersed in sharpness, like a sword unsheathed and shining with cold light.
"Looking for an opportunity!"
"Opportunity?" The man laughed: "I have been meditating here for five hundred years, and I have never found any opportunity."
Ye Ling asked in a normal tone: "Are you a demon?"
"I am a demon cultivator, not a demon clan." This person clarified: "The demon clan comes from the underground Hades, and I am a human being like you. It's just that you practice swordsmanship, and I cultivate the devil's path, both for
The three religions hate each other!"
"Why?"
Ye Ling was puzzled. Although he had come into contact with demonic cultivators for the first time and almost died in the previous illusion, he had to admit that the demonic skills were extremely mysterious. There are three thousand avenues. There is no distinction between good and evil, good and evil, but they lead to the same destination through different paths.
The man laughed loudly: "The seven emotions and six desires are the foundation of human beings, but those who claim to be righteous have to abandon their passions and seek the road. My demonic skills can tear through their ridiculous disguise, so how can I not be jealous of them?
?Your swordsmanship is too sharp, and some people are unhappy with you, so they try their best to suppress you. You and I will both be wandering people!"
Ye Ling's expression was calm. He would not be disturbed by a few simple words. The first thing he learned when he entered the world of monks was to not trust others!
This person added: "But it is not easy to be able to break through three illusions just after setting foot in the Huiling Realm. It is said that there are many talents in sword cultivation. This statement is true."
Ye Ling sneered: "Maybe you are just the fourth illusion!"
"Me?" The man said with a smile: "When the fake is real, the real is also fake. Why bother to seek if it is real and illusory? All appearances are not real, all in one thought!"
Ye Ling's eyes flashed with divine light, and the aura sword in his hand instantly condensed into reality. He slashed forward with a sword. The sound of the sword's roar shook the hall, and the sharp energy cut through the void!
"Everything is in vain, so why should you be stubborn?"
The man waved his right hand, and a stream of demonic aura transformed into a big hand with a majestic momentum. He grabbed it from the air and seemed to tear Ye Ling's blade into pieces.
"boom--"
After a loud noise, the devil's hand collapsed; the sharp energy left a sword mark in the hall and splashed gravel.
"There are three thousand avenues, I will destroy them with one sword! No matter if you are really an illusion, I will fight you first!"
Ye Ling's figure moved, the Taoist rhyme circulated, and the sharp energy rushed into the long sword crazily, slashing out a total of forty-nine swords. Taoism's forty-nine transcendence, eighty-one perfection. Forty-nine swords, already
It is Ye Ling who can deliver the strongest blow!
The forty-nine swords are superimposed, and the power is increased a hundred times. The sound of the swords is like a mountain collapsing, and the heaven and earth are falling; the sharp energy spreads throughout the hall, and the power can destroy all methods!
This person no longer dared to hold himself up, so he stood up and pinched the spell in front of his chest with both hands. Demonic energy surged around his body crazily, forming a phantom of the demon god to protect his body.
The edge of the sword destroyed all magic, the demon god's phantom exploded, and the demonic energy overflowed. The man screamed miserably, and was absorbed by the sharp energy, his clothes were chopped to pieces, and his flesh and blood were blurred!
After the dust cleared, the man fell to the ground with blood dripping from his body and screamed: "You can't kill me. If you kill me, you will never get out of this illusion!"
With a slash of the sword, the stone palace collapsed. The valley reappeared in front of Ye Ling's eyes, filled with blood clouds. Towering peaks on both sides reached into the clouds.
"I will find a way out on my own, I don't need you to make any noise!"
As I stepped forward, I met an old man walking towards me. The old man had white hair and beard, and a haggard face. His body was hunched over and he walked over with his hands behind his back: "I'm a little tired, so let's end it!"
Ye Ling's mind froze. The old man in front of him couldn't feel any vitality, but at a glance he felt that the sea was shaking and he was restless.
The old man had no intention of taking action, but said in a calm tone: "I will send you out, and don't come in again. You are young, your cultivation and state of mind are far beyond ordinary people, and you will definitely have a lot of potential in the future. There is no need to throw your life away here, it is better to go
Bar!"
Ye Ling felt something in his heart. The old man in front of him was by no means something he could deal with. He even had little intention of fighting. But the rag's guidance was no accident. In order to find this opportunity, Ye Ling could not take a step back.
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With this thought in mind, the long sword in his hand manifested. Ye Ling's face was expressionless, and his whole body was covered with sharp energy. The sound of the sword's roar cut through the sky and shook the mountain wall.
The old man nodded approvingly: "The knowledge of swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. It would be a pity if you died here today. Young man, it's still too late to leave. I will definitely keep my word and send you out of the stone palace safely. Don't let me down."
Good intention!"
Ye Ling's eyes were firm and his tone was cold: "Good intentions and bad intentions have nothing to do with me. It's just that if you want me to retreat today, the only way is to fight to the death!"
Ye Ling's general situation opened up and pointed directly at his true heart. If he took a step back at this moment, his mood would be damaged, and it would be even more difficult for him to make progress in the future.
The sword cultivator has a sharp edge, even if it is just too easy to break, he will still fight to the death!
The old man shook his head and sighed: "Your destiny is here, don't force it. Since you want to die, I will no longer dissuade you. Since you insist on fighting, just fight him!"
Ye Ling looked in the direction of the old man's finger and his mind sank.
The Pengjiao was dressed in a green shirt, with a haggard face. The snake staff in his hand was faintly glowing, and the Taoist charm was flowing. The Taoist force released by his movements had already made Ye Ling tired of dealing with it, and his body was unstable.
For the Great Demon of the Immortal Realm, the gap in the realm is difficult to bridge. It cannot be bridged by cultivation techniques or understanding.
The canopy dragon stepped forward, knelt down on one knee towards the old man, and said in a humble tone: "Greetings to the master! It was the old slave's negligence that allowed this human race to disturb the master's repairs. I will clean him up immediately!"
The old man's expression suddenly changed, and his tone was cold: "It was the critical moment for me to recover my skills, but I was interrupted and all my efforts were wasted! If you can't successfully cast a spell to save her, you have to bear the consequences yourself!"
Peng Jiao's face changed drastically, and he begged: "Master, you must return to your peak no matter what, and help me save Wei'er. I will kill this kid right now, and then find blood essence for you!"
The old man turned around and took a few steps back: "Move quickly and don't make me wait too long."
"yes!"
Peng Jiao turned around to face Ye Ling, surrounded by spiritual energy. A majestic Tao force was like a huge wave, making continuous ripples in the void and crushing towards Ye Ling.
Ye Ling stepped forward, and the long sword turned into a sharp edge. He slashed out like a rock at the head of a tide, splitting the waves.
"Little tricks!"
The flood peak surged up and submerged the edge of the sword in one fell swoop, carrying Ye Ling and flying several feet away before falling to the ground.
Ye Ling groaned, feeling the sea of consciousness vibrate, his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The sharp energy dispersed outside the body, making it difficult to condense again.
The gap between the two realms is too big. Peng Jiao only used his Tao power to crush him, but Ye Ling was already unable to withstand it. If it weren't for Ye Ling using Gang Qi to refine his body, and his body was so strong as that of Shenting, he would have been dead at this moment.