The two qi of life and death shuttle through the dense forest. The cold wind blows through, and the layers of green waves stir up thousands of the two qi of life and death.
Ye Shaohan's figure shuttled through the forest like a ghost, erratic.
Ye Shaohan's aura completely calmed down. If Zhang Ming hadn't been able to see the erratic figure in front of him, he almost thought Ye Shaohan had disappeared.
Occasionally, the roars of some living and dead animals were heard in the forest, breaking the tranquility.
Relying on Wu Ling's aura, Ye Shaohan and others moved forward silently, without attracting the attention of the surrounding beasts of life and death.
The light from the gray sky fell and fell on the leaves, leaving streaks of light.
A tall figure stood in the forest of rocks, holding a giant sword in his one-armed left hand, and struck forward with one sword after another, causing a series of explosions.
After hundreds of consecutive blows, the middle-aged man just stopped. Sweat had soaked his whole body: "The physical strength is still not enough!"
With a resolute face and a firm look in his eyes, the middle-aged man rested for a moment, held the sword again, and continued practicing.
However, at this moment, a sound of breaking wind sounded, and his back rushed out of the surrounding stone forest and rushed towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and his body suddenly bent down to avoid the approaching shadow. He held the giant sword tightly in his left hand and raised it from bottom to top.
Phew! Its sword intent condensed, tearing the surrounding void, and the huge sword body suddenly fell on the phantom, bang!
There was a dull sound, and a flash of blood appeared. The figure landed on the ground, and it turned out to be an ordinary wolf-shaped beast of life and death.
Fresh blood burst out, and the middle-aged man stared at the corpse at his feet with a hint of solemnity in his eyes: "Why does this kind of beast of life and death appear here!"
The pungent smell of blood filled the air. The middle-aged man frowned in vain and looked around. A series of roars resounded around him, and his blood shadow swayed in the surrounding dense forest.
"More than fifty wolf-shaped beasts of life and death!" The middle-aged man's heart suddenly sank. He chose this place to practice because it was quiet and safe after all. How could there suddenly be so many beasts of life and death?
The look in his eyes was in vain, and a figure flashed through the middle-aged man's mind, "Is that the only one who would be like this? Instead of doing it honestly, he would plan to ambush me?"
Surrounded by numerous life and death beasts, the middle-aged man rushed out with a huge sword without any fear in his eyes. The huge sword body fell with a crash, and the sword intent flowed out.
Stimulated by the smell of blood, more than fifty beasts of life and death became crazy and besieged the middle-aged man.
In the distance, on top of a tall treetop, a young man stood on it, looking coldly at the fighting scene below, with a smile on his lips: "Wuling, this is where you will be buried today!"
"For decades, the Lord has rarely set his sights on a woman! No one can touch this woman who is destined to be the young master!" The young man sneered, but his figure turned into a stream of light and dissipated.
The middle-aged man is Wu Ling. The huge and heavy sword is like a feather in his hand. The sword light flows, and its sharp sword intention makes Wu Ling's sword power even more terrifying, tearing apart the giant shadows that are coming towards him.
The hot blood splashed onto Wu Ling's body, but Wu Ling's eyes became more and more fierce. Now he was only at level 3 of the Ling Sect. Facing this continuous offensive, he was still struggling effectively.
However, Wu Ling knew that he could not die here, so he used all his strength to deal with every sword blow and was bound to kill a giant wolf with one sword blow.
However, there was also an eye-catching scratch on his body, and the burning pain further aroused Wu Ling's will. Blood rained down, and the sword energy surged.
What was ringing in his ears was its ear-piercing roar. As the injuries on his body worsened, Wu Ling's consciousness gradually faded away, his vision gradually blurred, and the giant sword in his hand became cumbersome.
Despite this, Wu Ling still held on. It was not until the last roar dissipated that the giant sword in Wu Ling's hand fell to the ground, and his figure fell into a pool of blood. Wu Ling's breath gradually weakened, "Hold on!"
"It's a pity that the injury is too serious!" Wu Ling's only left arm pressed on the ground, trying to stand up, but after several attempts, he fell into a pool of blood again. "The fuel has been exhausted, and I am really unwilling to give in!"
The vitality was draining from Wu Ling's body, and Wu Ling's world turned blood red.
Bang bang! Suddenly, the sound of footsteps gradually sounded in Wu Ling's ears. Wu Ling raised his head with great difficulty and looked forward, but his distracted eyes were in vain.
In the blood-red world, a figure dressed in white like snow emerged, along with an overly young face.
"The sword is not broken, but the person is here!" A familiar voice came to Wu Ling's ears. Wu Ling's scattered consciousness gathered again, and his blood-stained eyes also burst into ecstasy: "Sect Master!
"
His tone was trembling, and Wu Ling was even a little afraid that this was just a fantasy he had before his death.
Ye Shaohan took out hundreds of blood crystals. The blood crystals shattered and the blood mist filled the air. Its thick vitality was brought out. As Ye Shaohan's right hand pressed Wu Ling's shoulder, its thick vitality merged into Wu Ling's body.
Wu Ling's injuries were relieved, and his mind gradually became clearer.
Whoosh! Several blasts of wind sounded, and Zhang Ming and Xiao Luoxue also rushed over and stood on the tall tree pole.
Looking at this scene, Wu Ling knew that everything in front of him was real and not his illusion.
"Sect Master!" Wu Ling got up from the pool of blood. Regardless of his injuries, he respectfully bowed to Ye Shaohan as a disciple.
"Level 3 peak of Lingzong, it only takes time to step into the fake spirit realm!" Ye Shaohan did not refuse Wu Ling's discipleship gift, his eyes swept over Wu Ling's body covered with scratches, and the eye-catching scratches could not cover up the
Densely covered with scars, it is obvious that Wu Ling has not had a good life this year. Hell is a stage for killing, a paradise for the strong, and a hell for the weak! The Lingzong realm can only be the target of massacre here, Wu Ling
Being able to survive to this day has gone through hundreds of life and death baptisms.
"Although I have alleviated your injury with vitality, I mainly rely on myself!" Ye Shaohan did not stop Wu Ling, who was hesitant to speak, and said calmly: "It is most important to stabilize the injury first, otherwise the harm to the soul will be serious!
"
With Ye Shaohan's current strength, Wu Ling's injuries could easily be seen.
After hearing this, Wu Ling looked worried, but he also realized the seriousness of the injury and sat directly on the pool of blood to practice.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly, and the former peace was restored in the dense forest. Young Master Su, Leng Feng and others all looked at Wu Ling. Although they had questions in their hearts, they did not ask any questions.
Wu Ling only suppressed the injuries in his body. After a moment, Wu Ling stood up, his breath no longer as weak as before, "Sect Master, Chu Ge is in trouble!"
"Chu Ge!" Ye Shaohan closed his eyes slightly, and his terrifying soul power swept out. On this huge stone, he did notice Chu Ge's aura, but Chu Ge's aura was stable and not as weak as Wu Ling.
The situation was serious, so Wu Ling informed Ye Shaohan of the ins and outs of the matter simply and clearly. At the end of the sentence, a trace of shame flashed in Wu Ling's eyes, blaming his lack of strength.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan frowned in vain, and a chill flashed through his dark eyes.
"No one in our Sword God Sect can be forced, not even in the Spiritual Emperor realm!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth, and murderous intent emerged.
A year ago, the warriors who entered the Sword Tomb entered hell one after another, and so did Wu Ling and Chu Ge.
However, Wu Ling and Chu Ge appeared in Youzeng Hell, the hell filled with magma. After months of fighting, Wu Ling met Chu Ge very rarely, and then the two of them traveled together to deal with the constant fighting.
When the Abyss of Life and Death opened, both Chu Ge and Wu Ling went to participate in the battle of life and death, and through the team comparison, they also obtained the qualifications to enter the Abyss of Life and Death.
However, trouble also came. A Spirit Emperor warrior in Wu Ling's team fell in love with Chu Ge and wanted to marry him.
It's okay if Lang is in love with his wife. The key point is just wishful thinking of the Spirit Emperor realm warrior. What's more, as far as Wu Ling knows, the reason why the Spirit Emperor realm warrior wants to marry Chu Ge is not because he likes Chu Ge, but because he has a crush on Chu Ge.
The beauty of the country must be made of Chu songs.
The method of cultivating the furnace is extremely evil. In the end, the party who becomes the furnace will inevitably lose its vitality and soul.
Therefore, when female warriors serve as furnaces, the results are also doomed. Few people voluntarily become furnaces, and most of them are forced.
Ye Shaohan also heard Liu Dong talk about this cauldron in the lonely hell, but he never expected that it would happen to a disciple of his sect.
"How can I, a disciple of the Sword God Sect, let anyone insult me?" Ye Shaohan also admitted that he was very protective of his shortcomings. At least, as the leader of the Sword God Sect, he had to protect Wu Ling and others.
Zhang Ming's eyes were still empty, and he just gently held the hilt of the sword.
Whoosh! Dozens of sharp wind sounds resounded in the void, and several figures flashed among the treetops.
Ye Shaohan raised his head and his eyes fell on those figures. The murderous intent in his eyes restrained and his expression was calm. These figures were not warriors from hell, but people from the three ancient tribes.
"I've seen the Five Dynasties!" The elder of the Qinglong tribe who was headed by him was in a rather embarrassed shape, with more or less sword marks on his body. When he saw Ye Shaohan in white clothes in front of him, he said with an ecstatic expression.
"I've seen the Five Dynasties!" The two people from the three ancient tribes who followed also saw Ye Shaohan and shouted one after another. They also noticed Qing Jue.
Ye Shaohan nodded in return, and glanced at the three ancient people. They all had injuries on their bodies. Although their souls were not hurt, they were still seriously injured.
"What's going on?" Ye Shaohan said calmly, his eyes falling on the sword marks on the three of them.
Hearing this, the three of them all looked slightly embarrassed.
"Qingliu, what's going on!" Qing Jue also asked aloud. He realized the seriousness of the matter. With the strength of Qingliu and the other three at the spiritual master level, together they could compare to the peak spiritual master. The only one who could seriously injure them was
Spiritual Emperor realm or half-step Spiritual Emperor.