Volume 1: A Sword from Lingchen Chapter 93: Death and Death
The poem says: "
The moon is bright in the sky, and the jade is dimly bright.
Hua Zhu gives birth to the green palace, Bao Dai guards the sky.
How can I be so embarrassed that I can't let you down?
I will hate you so much when we say goodbye, will there be an afterlife?"
"Lian'er!"
Ye Ling burst into tears and shouted loudly, causing Chu Zhaonan and Zhan Feng who were fighting together to turn their heads and watch.
Chu Zhaonan laughed and said: "How unbecoming it is to cry loudly for a witch!"
"He's just a dying person," Zhan Feng said coldly: "Besides crying, what else can you do..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhan Feng's face changed drastically, and an inexplicable panic climbed into his heart and lingered.
Before he could make a move, a bloody hand suddenly pierced Zhan Feng's chest. Qi and blood flowed from his body crazily, turning him into a mummy in the blink of an eye.
Chu Zhaonan was shocked, turned around and ran away.
However, under the dome, there were thousands of demonic clouds. Several strands of black energy criss-crossed, binding Chu Zhaonan's limbs and pulling him to pieces. His death was bleak.
"Lian...er..."
The demonic cloud dissipated, and the Qingsha Demon Emperor staggered and almost fell down. The strong man of this generation, with pale face and blurred tears, stepped closer to Lian'er step by step.
When Ye Ling saw the Qingsha Demon Emperor, he refused to retreat or avoid it, but still called softly: "Lian'er, your father is here, please open your eyes and take a look!"
Qingsha Demon Emperor knelt down in front of Lian'er, took Lian'er from Ye Ling's hand, and held her in his arms: "Lian'er! My Lian'er! Why didn't you wait for daddy! Why!"
The voice of the Qingsha Demon King shook the sky, and all the people and demons in the sky heard it.
In the far sky, Demon Emperor Duanpo trembled all over and shouted sternly: "You despicable humans and animals, I will make sure you are buried with Lian'er!"
Duan Po, who was already seriously injured, kept rising in aura, and a terrifying Tao force rose into the sky, overpowering all Taoisms.
"Not good!" The expressions of the old masters around him changed: "The devil is sacrificing his lifespan with a secret method and wants to fight to the death!"
"Death to me all!"
The Soul-Destroying Demon Emperor transformed into the Ten Thousand-foot Demon God and punched out, causing the space to break and the Taoism to shatter.
The two veteran Taoist weapons were shattered by one punch, and they flew backwards vomiting blood.
The remaining six people barely escaped with their lives, their expressions were solemn and they wanted to retreat.
…
Ye Ling forcibly got up from the ground, poured out a handful of pills from the jade finger, and swallowed them randomly into his abdomen. The potency of the medicine was mixed, with small benefits but big harms.
Ye Ling frowned coldly, made a move with his big hand, and half of the green rock wooden sword fell into the palm of his hand, with cold light overflowing.
Although the sword is broken, its edge still remains!
Several cultivators were guarding Yang Xiting, with fear on their faces, and shouted: "Don't come over! We are disciples of the Piaomiao Sect!"
"Piaomiao Sect?" Ye Ling said: "Even if we kill all the Piaomiao Sect, it will be difficult to get rid of this hatred, and it will be difficult to avenge this hatred!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Ling rushed forward, half of the green rock wooden sword in his hand became more sharp, and the sword energy flickered in the void like thousands of streams of light.
The two Piaomiao Sect disciples were chopped into pieces of flesh before they could take action.
The remaining four people looked horrified and immediately showed their Taoist weapons and magic arts and attacked Ye Ling.
Ye Ling was filled with anger and sadness at the moment. His sword skills were even sharper and he used all his strength with the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique.
Half of the green rock wooden sword turned into a stream of light, carrying thousands of sharp edges to kill the previous enemies.
The four Taoist artifacts collapsed in an instant, and the four Piaomiao Sect monks' heads were in different places, and they died sadly.
As the smoke and dust billowed, Ye Ling walked out slowly and faced Yang Xiting, who was sitting on the ground.
Yang Xiting was seriously injured and could not defeat Ye Ling. So he smiled and begged for mercy: "Ye Ling, blame me for being blinded by greed for a moment. Let me go and I will be grateful in the future!"
Ye Ling's face was expressionless, two tear stains had not yet dried up, and the broken marks on the wooden sword in his hand were still fresh.
Yang Xiting had a smile on his face and secretly reached into his sleeve with his right hand: "Ye Ling, you should know that our Piaomiao Sect is no worse than your Wentian Sect. I have a respected position in the sect and I have many rare treasures. Please spare me.
One life, those are all yours!"
On the wooden sword, the sharp edge continues to rise, and the sword shines like a rainbow.
"You are really unreasonable!"
Yang Xiting pretended to sigh and shook his head, and suddenly pulled out a flying knife from his sleeve, which was extremely fast and cut through the air silently.
Ye Ling did not dodge, he glanced sideways, and two sharp rays burst out from his eyes, hitting the flying knife.
The flying knife was broken at the waist, but from the broken place, wisps of poisonous smoke floated out, which was colorless and odorless, and penetrated pervasively.
The poisonous smoke was inhaled by Ye Ling and he was immediately aware of it, but unfortunately it was too late.
The poisonous gas penetrated deep into the meridians and traveled through the body. Ye Ling sealed the main meridians in time, trapping it in half of his body.
Immediately, that half of the body gradually lost strength and could not move.
Yang Xiting smiled slightly: "The spring breeze of the Immortal Devouring Sect turns into bone smoke. It is colorless, tasteless and imperceptible. How does it feel?"
Ye Ling secretly gritted his teeth, used up his last strength, and swung out his sword, and the half-moon sword energy passed across Yang Xiting's neck.
His head fell to the ground, blood flowed profusely, and his body died.
"Lian...er...I helped you...get revenge..."
Ye Ling was poisoned, his consciousness was scattered and blurred, and he fell to the ground unconscious.
At this moment, the ground shook several times, and a burly body emerged from the soil. It was Huang Tao who had just been forced away by Zhan Feng.
Huang Tao looked at Yang Xiting's dead body and Ye Ling's coma, and said with a proud smile: "I can only do evil for a moment, but I don't know how to wait and see. It's me who laughs the most!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded in his ear: "What's ridiculous is not being reckless, but being smart!"
Huang Tao's expression changed and his eyes widened. Just now he felt a chill creeping into his bones, but he immediately turned into an ice sculpture.
Behind him, Xu Lonely Chen walked out. In an instant, the ice sculpture shattered, and Huang Tao also became a pile of debris.
It's a pity that he kept silent when things happened, hiding in the dark and watching, waiting for the fisherman's profit, but in the end he couldn't escape the same fate.
Xu Mochen took off the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and drank a sip, then threw a head on the ground, but it was the head of Liu Jinming, the head of Xingyuan Sect.
"Two heads, in exchange for this gourd of wine, you won't suffer a loss!"
After saying this, Xu Mochen looked at the Qingsha Demon Emperor not far away.
Qingsha Demon Emperor restrained his sadness at this moment, slowly stood up while holding Lian'er, and looked at Xu Mochen.
The four eyes face each other and are different from each other.
"Demon King?"
There seemed to be a fighting spirit in Xu Mochen's eyes, the ice around him froze the void, the cold air behind him was pressing, and the snow was falling in the daytime.
"You are very strong!" Qingsha Demon King said solemnly: "It's too early to fight against me. After a thousand years, you and I may be able to fight!"
"Thousand years?" Xu Mochen raised his eyes and saw that the sky was dark and time and space were chaotic: "In today's situation, do the demons still have a way to break through the siege?"
Qingsha Demon Emperor did not answer, but asked: "What does the boy on the ground have to do with you?"
"Old friend," Xu Mochen replied, "I owe him wine money and his life."
Qingsha Demon Emperor nodded, then threw a bead to Xu Mochen and said, "Help me pass it on to this kid."
After a moment of silence, the Qingsha Demon Emperor added: "If he can get out alive!"
After saying this, Qingsha Demon King held Lian'er's body, mounted Da Mao and flew away in the air.
Xu Mochen looked at the magic bead in his hand, then put it away, raised his head and took another sip of wine, saying: "Good wine, good story!"
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In the far sky, the Soul-Dead Demon Emperor was bleeding all over his body, gasping for breath, and his originally fat body was completely sluggish.
Three of the eight Celestial Realm experts who originally besieged him had already died, and the remaining five were all injured and did not dare to act rashly.
Not long after, a demonic cloud filled the air, and a big bloody hand covered the sky, tearing the sky apart.
Two old Taoists recited the law silently, and the avenues of water and fire merged into one place, and yin and yang complemented each other to evolve the heavens.
Under the bloody hands, the Qingsha Demon King came through the air holding Lian'er's body.
When Demon Emperor Duanpo saw him, he immediately burst into tears: "Lian'er! Lian'er, what's wrong with you! Open your eyes quickly and take a look at Uncle Duanpo!"
The Qingsha Demon Emperor was approaching, and the Duanpo Demon Emperor struggled with his hands on his chest several times, with nowhere to put them, and cried: "Qingsha! You waste! I wasted a thousand years of life, but you didn't save Lian'er's life!"
Qingsha Demon Emperor looked sad: "Duan Po, what's the point of saying this now? Taking Lian'er out of the Demon Realm is what she thought about day and night before she was alive. When she leaves the Demon Realm, if you want to kill or behead me, I will do whatever you want.
Dispose of it!"
"good!"
The Duan Po Demon Emperor's eyes were blood red, and his teeth were almost broken: "As long as I can take Lian'er away, it doesn't matter if I give up a thousand years of life!"
Qingsha Demon Emperor put Lian'er on Da Mao's back and told Da Mao: "Da Mao, take Lian'er and step aside first."
Da Mao responded, turned around and left with Lian'er's body.
The Qingsha Demon Emperor's face was gloomy, his life source continued to burn, and his majestic power rose in anger: "Killing all you ants will not quell the hatred in my heart!"
The five Celestial Realm powerful men retreated one after another, and the two demon kings burned their lives to fight, already seeking death but no life.
As a result, these five powerful human beings wanted to retreat, but they were unwilling to risk their lives and fight to the death.
"Fellow fellow Taoists, if the Demon Emperor wants to die with me, there must be something fishy. We must not fall into the Demon's trap!"