Peng Jiao looked at the snake staff in his hand with deep affection in his eyes: "Weier, I just want you to give me an explanation as to why you lied to me that day?"
The snake staff has a faint green light, but it is still a dead thing.
Ye Ling forcibly suppressed the retrograde blood energy in his body, covered his chest and stood up, staring at the Peng Jiao.
In terms of realm cultivation, there is no way that he could survive Peng Jiao's hands. The only way now is to attack the old man behind Peng Jiao.
The old man seemed unfathomable, but he was the only variable now. Ye Ling had no choice but to gamble this time to fight for a chance of survival.
At this point in his thoughts, Ye Ling's eyes flashed with cold light, his whole body's energy surged, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian poured into the long sword crazily; the innate energy turned into sharpness, wrapping the entire blade, and the sharpness was as powerful as a rainbow, roaring endlessly.
The next moment, Ye Ling stepped forward and walked straight towards the canopy dragon. At the same time, his sword energy was flowing horizontally, and he slashed out more than a dozen sword blades in a row, breaking through the air and killing him.
"Arrogant!"
Peng Jiao finally revealed his true strength in the Immortal Realm. He shot his sharp gaze at Ye Ling, and dozens of sword blades were shattered in front of Peng Jiao as if they hit a barrier.
At the same time, Ye Ling, who was stared at by the canopy dragon, suddenly froze, as if he was being pressed down by a heavy weight, unable to move.
Ye Ling thought for a moment, Peng Jiao was a great demon in the realm of immortality, and his understanding of the great road was something he could not contend with. If Peng Jiao really had murderous intentions, he might not be able to hold on for even one breath.
However, Peng Jiao didn't seem to be in a hurry to take Ye Ling's life. Instead, he asked Ye Ling: "Tell me, why did Wei'er lie to me?"
Ye Ling's face was expressionless. Although he didn't know the cause and effect, it could be seen from Peng Jiao's actions that he was trapped by love, which was why there were many abnormalities.
"She definitely didn't mean to lie to you, she...she must have some difficulties!"
Ye Ling thought to himself that the plots of bloody dramas were like this. Since he was trapped in love, he was probably abandoned by others. He must not be provoked at this time, so he talked nonsense like this in the hope that things would turn around.
"Does Wei'er have any difficulties..."
Sure enough, after hearing Ye Ling's words, Peng Jiao's eyes were blurred again, and he looked at the snake staff in his hand with a dull expression, as if he was lost in memories again.
"Weier, if you really have a problem, why don't you tell me?"
Ye Ling felt happy in his heart. Pengjiao's thoughts were confused, so the power of the Tao that was pressing on him suddenly weakened. As a result, he became able to move freely again.
"Life or death depends on this moment!"
The sword energy swirled around, and its sharp edge was revealed. Ye Ling stepped forward, stepped in front of the old man, and slashed out with the sword, using almost all his strength. Success or failure depended on this blow.
Seemingly being guessed by Ye Ling, the old man saw Ye Ling suddenly coming toward him, and instead of hiding, he screamed: "Peng Jiao, if I die, you will no longer be able to save your little lover!"
Before he finished speaking, Peng Jiao woke up suddenly.
Seeing Ye Ling leapfrog him and kill the old man, Peng Jiao was furious. Suddenly, a wave of power continued to rise, and the entire valley shook. The mountain wall collapsed, the wind and clouds changed color, and it was like the sky falling, crushing towards Ye Ling.
Come.
Although Ye Ling has refined his body with Gangqi, cleansed his mind, and his body and consciousness are far superior to those of ordinary monks, these are still insignificant in the face of the absolute realm. The difference in realm cultivation between Ye Ling and Peng Jiao is so big that there is no way to make up for it.
Under the crushing pressure of the avenue, Ye Ling felt that his body was about to burst, and every joint was making noise, as if he would die at any moment.
Ye Ling's mind was crossed. At this moment, he had nowhere to retreat and could only continue to move forward.
Ye Ling gritted his teeth, his energy and blood surged wildly throughout his body, and his sharp energy spread all over his body, and he slashed at the old man with a desperate sword.
This sword looks very ordinary, without any fancy, and even seems a bit clumsy, but it is the result of all Ye Ling's understanding.
The edge of the sword can destroy all things, and the old man was divided into two parts with just one sword.
But the old man did not die. Instead, his body disappeared and turned into a ball of demonic energy floating in the air. There was no serious problem.
"Jie Jie Jie, you, a little sword boy who has just started, think you can take my life. You are too naive!"
Ye Ling's face was expressionless. The sword strike just now was already his strongest blow. He had used all his cards but failed. The outcome of this battle was already doomed.
"The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon!"
The canopy dragon shouted low, and a green snake phantom appeared with a roar, whizzing towards Ye Ling and killing him immediately.
At the critical moment, the rag sword picture in Ye Ling's sea of consciousness suddenly dazzled with golden light, flew out of the body automatically, and stood in front of Ye Ling. It still had the potential to destroy all laws, and easily defused the attack of the Peng Jiao.
The moment the rag sword picture appeared, the entire Demon-Suppressing Valley suddenly changed color, and a chilling air spread crazily. The three words "Demon-Suppressing Valley" on the outermost mountain wall shone brightly, and the edge of the sword was released, towards the entire
spread in the valley.
The blood clouds that filled the valley actually began to become diluted, revealing a vast Milky Way, with stars rotating and the universe changing, as if there was a divine destiny contained within it.
The demonic energy screamed miserably, and a kind of fear from the depths of the soul blurted out: "Qi Yuan! It's been ten thousand years and you still haven't let me go!"
Peng Jiao's face was pale, and the entire valley was filled with a terrifying sharp energy, which wiped out all his power and even left him unable to resist.
The image of the rag sword shone brightly, reaching up to the sky. Not long after, the yin and yang rotated between the vast Milky Way in the sky, and another damaged rag that also glowed appeared in the midst.
The two pieces of cloth are like yin and yang meeting, attracting each other and becoming one in mid-air.
In an instant, countless phantoms appeared from the rag sword diagram and spread across the void, constantly evolving into various arcane sword styles. Although these are just moves, every move seems to coincide with the movement of the universe and can trigger the great avenue of heaven and earth.
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Ye Ling stared at the sky intently. These sword moves were all extraordinary. If someone with a strong swordsmanship could watch them, he would probably learn a lot from them.
However, the number of sword cultivators who were lucky enough to see it was probably very rare, so Ye Ling was afraid of missing this opportunity and did not dare to make any omissions.
However, after a moment, the shadow returned to the sword diagram, and then the shadow of the man in white appeared again.
The man in white is still imposing and arrogant. His eyes are as cold as a sword, which is breathtaking. He stands with his hands behind his back, as if he is stepping on the world and arrogantly looking at the universe.
The demonic energy seemed to be frightened and quickly moved away: "Qi Yuan! I never want to see you again!"
The man in white had no expression on his face, and he slightly moved his right hand forward to grab it, and the demonic energy seemed to be drawn into the hand of the man in white.
"Ah - Qi Yuan, it's been ten thousand years, why haven't you let me go!"
The demonic energy was trembling in the hands of the man in white, and he kept struggling, trying to escape.
The man in white didn't answer, but lightly tapped his left hand towards the mass of demonic energy. A white light flashed from his fingertips, and then, the mass of demonic energy dissipated like the blood cloud that filled the sky without leaving any trace.
"Master!" Peng Jiao shouted. If something happened to the demonic energy, he might never be able to resurrect Nian Wei.
But the next moment, a transparent ball appeared in the hand of the man in white, and the face revealed inside was none other than Nian Wei!
"Weier!" Pengjiao couldn't stop crying. This face appeared in front of his eyes almost thousands of times every day, but he shed endless tears every time.
The man in white had a look of emotion on his face. He actually looked at the canopy dragon and slightly opened his mouth and said: "Under the way of heaven, there is no immortality, no reincarnation, and no afterlife! Even if the demonic energy has all kinds of means and the cultivation of the ancestral realm, it is impossible to help her.
Resurrected from the dead and returned to the mortal world. You are just a demon born in your heart, just for his use!"
"You're talking nonsense! I must resurrect Wei'er and let her tell me why she lied to me!"
Pengjiao only wants his lover to be resurrected and will not care about anything else. A few words are unlikely to make him wake up.
The man in white had a lukewarm tone and said: "Although I can't live as a dead person, her flesh and bones are white, but her soul is here. I can let you meet again for a moment, are you willing?"
Pengjiao was unmoved: "Who are you and why do you want to help me?"
"It doesn't matter who someone is. If you don't want someone, you won't force it."
The man in white was as angry as the sea, as if nothing could shock him in the slightest.
Peng Jiao was wary, but he didn't feel any malice from the man in white, so he nodded slightly and said, "Senior, please do me a favor!"
The man in white waved his hand, and a white light slowly flowed out from the ball, gradually taking on a human form in front of the canopy dragon, and Nianwei's appearance emerged clearly.
Nian Wei's charming face smiled, and she raised her hand and put it on Peng Jiao's face: "Silly apprentice, why are you so stupid?"
Peng Jiao's old face was already covered with tears, especially when the long-lost voice sounded. Tears burst into his eyes for a moment, and he couldn't even say a word.
The next moment, Peng Jiao's appearance changed, the wrinkles on his face, beard and hair gradually faded away, revealing his young and handsome look.
Just like that day when the two met for the first time...