Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Six: The Demon Sect Strikes
Linghu Heng was a little surprised at her reasoning ability, nodded and said: "That's right! But you know now, is it a little too late? Do you want to call someone over again and throw me into the Demonic Abyss?
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Mrs. Yang sighed and said: "The leader never wanted to kill you, but he always wanted to save you."
Linghu Heng thought of all the tortures in the Demonic Abyss and snorted coldly: "Save me? Why did that bastard expel me from the faction? Why didn't he help me in full view of everyone? Why didn't he hold Shuang'er back?
Let her come forward?" It turned out that Linghu Heng saw everything that day, but he had kept it buried deep in his heart for four years and did not say it out loud.
Mrs. Yang saw that his tone was getting tougher, so she persuaded him: "The leader is thinking about the Ancient Sword Sect! If you didn't show up, he must have held those people back so that you could escape, but you came out anyway. The sect
He can only give up one of you."
"So I became a victim?" Linghu Heng sneered, "I really admire him for being so noble..."
Mrs. Yang was afraid that he would be extreme, so she quickly said: "He didn't ask the disciples of the sect to surround you, did he?"
Linghu Heng was angry: "Then what happened to Luo Qian?"
Mrs. Yang's heart thumped. She also thought of Luo Qian, who was seriously injured by Linghu Heng. This shows how much Linghu Heng hated him. She didn't know that Linghu Heng was about to abandon Lingyu that day, but Luo Qian was killed.
He was stopped but failed, and he was forced into the Demonic Abyss, which led to the "feat" of fighting against the heroes... When he thought of this, Linghu Heng felt itchy with hatred.
Madam Yang knew that Linghu Heng might already have a grudge against the Ancient Sword Sect in his heart. She could only comfort him and said slowly: "You must also know about Luo Qian's obsession with Shuang'er, right? He stopped you out of selfish motives.
It’s not a sign from the leader. What’s more, he has become a useless person now, why do you still feel bad about him?”
Linghu Hengyu was still angry and snorted coldly and stopped talking. The scene became deserted and Mrs. Yang couldn't find a topic for a while. The two of them faced off under the candlelight.
Mrs. Yang carefully looked at the young man in front of her. His face was handsome and handsome, much like his deceased husband. No wonder he could make his daughter fall in love with him. His aloof character was destined to suffer a lot on the road to immortality, but
A man who only knows how to be submissive, is he afraid that he will not even look down on himself? Although his face is young, he must have suffered a lot in the past four years, and there seems to be a kind of vicissitudes of life and death in his eyes.
Linghu Heng felt terrified when she saw her, because Linghu Heng remembered that the woman in front of him was Yang Zhishuang's biological mother! Maybe she was her future mother-in-law, and she was looking at her as if she were her son-in-law. It was Linghu Heng.
It’s a bit unbearable to be so shameless.
Linghu Heng coughed lightly, and just as he was about to speak, a melodious sound of a copper bell suddenly sounded. This copper bell immediately echoed in the mountains at night in Gujian Mountain, and it was clear that the sound was coming from the main peak of Gujian Mountain.
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Linghu Heng couldn't help but feel palpitations: "Could it be that my whereabouts have been discovered, and I actually used the Shangwu Bell to warn? This battle is too big!"
Neither of the two people in the room spoke. They just stood there and listened quietly to the bell. The bell of Shangwu bell was ringing without interruption. Each time it sounded more urgent than the other, it rang nine times in a row before it stopped. The lingering sound was still in the ancient sword mountains.
Echoing.
Linghu Heng said secretly: "No, this is a warning of someone invading, and the intruder is not small, I'm afraid there will be a danger of destroying the sect!" He knew that the Shangwu Bell would not ring nine times until it was a matter of life and death.
So, isn't there someone coming to attack the Ancient Sword Sect? Who could it be? There is only one, the Demon Sect!
Linghu Heng couldn't care less and asked eagerly: "Where is Shuang'er?"
Mrs. Yang looked at his sincere face, sighed and said: "In order to save you, she traveled all over the Tianyu Continent, and she doesn't know where she is at the moment..." As she said this, her eyes turned red.
Linghu Heng froze on the spot, not even knowing how Mrs. Yang left...
At this moment, the ancient sword mountain has been engulfed in battle. Hundreds of magic weapons and fairy swords are blooming with brilliant brilliance, like grand fireworks, dancing in the night, reflecting the mountains like blood and the light like day.
The Demon Sect has seven halls and eight divisions, nine banners and ten ridges, more than 600 demon-spelling masters and famous figures, as well as small sects and sects of demons in the wilderness. Each holding a magic weapon, they flew towards the Ancient Sword Mountain from all directions and attacked fiercely.
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Fortunately, the Ancient Sword Sect got the information about Taoist Taoist Silence as early as possible. They carefully deployed their defenses over the past few days and even activated the mountain protection formation. When the alarm bell rang, the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect did not rush into battle. Under the leadership of their elders, they were able to fight.
He was able to withstand the onslaught of the Demon Sect like a flood.
Xiao Li's carefully planned night attack was actually defused in this way without taking any advantage. His already pale and scary face looked even more ferocious in the night.
Although there are two thousand disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, there are only five or six hundred who can wield a sword. Those who are above the Golden Body stage are all veterans of the sect. And among the Demon Sect members, they are all good players of the sect.
There are also many famous people who have scattered demons! Fortunately, the Ancient Sword Sect activated the mountain protection formation early, so they were not caught off guard.
It turned out that Xiao Li had long thought about how to unify the world of immortal cultivation, and he had started planning this battle four years ago. Unfortunately, Xiao Yan was plotted by Linglong's "Soul-Chasing and Life-Destroying Needle" and entered the blood pool to complete the cultivation.
He killed the blood demon. And Linglong was nowhere to be seen. She had not been seen in four years. Xiao Li's magic skills were not yet fully developed and he did not dare to implement them. And the Linglong substitute he had cultivated for four years finally absorbed Yuan Yin, and his cultivation level could reach
During the Mahayana period, he dared to lead his troops to attack the weakest Ancient Sword Sect, but he didn't expect them to be prepared for it! The punch seemed to hit cotton, and Xiao Li even turned pale with anger.
On Gujian Mountain, every inch of land is a must-win point. People are injured every moment, and some even lose their lives. However, neither side has the intention to stop.
Power, all kinds of unique tricks emerge in endlessly.
Seeing that his disciples suffered heavy casualties, Xiao Li felt angry and coldly summoned a guy who was covered in blood. He saw pits on his face, as if he had been burned by fire. There was an unpleasant smell all over his body, and there was no smell of life in his whole body.
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Yang Xian leaned back and took a breath of cold air: "This is the Blood Demon!"
The legend of the Blood Demon has been circulating in the world of immortality. It is rumored that the Demon Sect has a magic power that can bring a dying person back to life, have a body with infinite strength, and is not afraid of pain and will not die. It is a big killing
Fortunately, this magic skill has been lost, but I didn’t expect that it would reappear in the fairy world at this moment!
Yang Xianyang shouted: "All disciples, avoid it!"
When the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect heard this, they all took two steps back. Yang Xianyang didn't have time to explain, so he immediately stepped forward with his sword and blocked the blood demon who was about to move.
When Xiao Li saw this scene, he sneered and said: "Niubi has good eyesight! But at this moment, who is going to stop me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Li's figure had disappeared. The next moment, his magic hand reached out to the nearest disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect. That disciple was in the midst of a fierce battle. How could he have expected that someone could catch him so easily?
Terrified, he struggled with all his strength.
Xiao Li was about to add his left hand to tear this Ancient Sword Sect disciple apart, but unexpectedly a fairy sword suddenly appeared behind him. Xiao Li frowned and immediately blocked the Ancient Sword Sect disciple from behind.
.Unexpectedly, the fairy sword seemed to have eyes and was specially designed to strike at places where Xiao Li could not move easily. Xiao Li had a hard time resisting because there was an extra person in his hand.
However, Xiao Li's cultivation has reached the Mahayana stage at this moment. His cultivation is so high that he is probably only among ten people in the world. How can he be afraid of a small fairy sword? It's just that he has no weapon in his hand and cannot fight back. He can be regarded as a hero, and he can make a decisive decision at the moment.
The disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect threw it out with his backhand and took out the "Guisha Minghuo Jian", his famous magic weapon, and shouted: "Go!"
"Ghost Demon Ming Huo Jian" has a very strong evil spirit, and it has absorbed the essence and blood of many living people. As soon as it appears, there are gusts of sinister wind, as if surrounded by thousands of ghosts, and the scene is very scary.
I saw that the fairy sword was forced back and fell into the hands of a thin old Taoist, pointing at Xiao Li from a distance.
Xiao Li was shocked: "Unexpectedly, the Ancient Sword Sect still has an experienced Taoist with such level of cultivation! My magic power has not been consolidated. It is said that it has the power of the Mahayana period, but it is still a little bit behind. This old Taoist has strong spiritual power,
It seems that he is a master who has just stepped into the Mahayana stage. I can only fight with him at a score of 50 or 50. Yan'er is blocked by that bull's nose again, what should I do now?"
At this time, the old Taoist spoke: "Master Xiao, why did you attack our Ancient Sword Sect for no reason?"
Xiao Li said coldly: "I have only one son, but your ancient sword sect Linghu Heng and the traitors of our sect plotted against me. How can I swallow this breath? If you don't ask for it back in person, how can you tell me to face it?
To the public?"
The old Taoist said silently: "Linghu Heng is my disciple, if you have any grudges, just come against me!"
Xiao Li was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the inconspicuous old Taoist priest in front of him was actually the Taoist Master of Silence, Linghu Heng's master. However, Xiao Li quickly adjusted his mood and said ferociously: "It's the best, just take it."
You operate!"
Having said that, the "Gui Sha Ming Huo Jian" flew out at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and went straight to Taoist Silence. Taoist Taoist Silence seemed to have sensed it for a long time, and the fairy sword lightly touched the "Ghost Demon Ming Huo Jian".
He went up and swung away this round of attacks. Then his thin figure suddenly jumped out, and his whole body seemed to have merged with the fairy sword, as if the world belonged to this fairy sword.
Xiao Li had already fought with him, and knew that this veteran's cultivation was astonishing, and he was probably the one with the highest cultivation among the elders of the Ancient Sword Sect. He did not dare to neglect, and recalled the "Gui Sha Ming Huo Jian" into his hands, and used it as a weapon.
In fact, as you advance in cultivation, you will find that the power of a magic weapon to hit someone in the air is not as powerful as a weapon. This is why most magic weapons are made into weapons. It is no wonder that swordsmen are said to be invincible in single combat. After all,
You only have one fairy sword, so it is better to concentrate on using the sword than to use the magic weapon distractedly.
At this time, Wu Zhen also faced San Mo, Feng Zhen and Devil Valley, who had followed him. Nalan Ruoxue almost died in the hands of this man. He had to raise him for nearly a month. Wu Zhen had already hated him.
It went to the bone. The two were enemies when they met. They were extremely jealous. Where did they need words? They immediately started to fight.
Although Feng Zhen's "soul-calling flag" has been repaired for a month, it cannot be completely restored, so he had to replace it with a "soul-falling whip" to deal with Wu Zhen.
How could Wu Zhen be afraid? A "Zhi Shui" fairy sword made him masterful, turning ordinary tricks into magic, and repeatedly defeated Feng Zhen's moves. Feng Zhen did not use a handy weapon, although his skill was higher than Wu Zhen's.
There was a discount here, and the two barely fought to a tie. What was surprising was that Wu Zhen actually defeated Feng Chuan!
Someone among the Sanmo sneered: "Boss Feng, do you want my little brother to help you? It seems like you can't bear it?"
Feng Zhuan cursed loudly: "What kind of turtle grandson is talking? I can kill this kid with hundreds of tricks, and you, a turtle bastard, are here to dictate?"
But when he was so distracted, Wu Zhen's sword took the opportunity to cut the clothes on his chest. If Feng Zhen hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been disemboweled at this moment. Feng Zhen was startled and quickly calmed down.
After a serious fight with Wu Zhen, it was hard to separate him for a while.
At this time, a man in Tsing Yi quietly came outside the battlefield and watched the battle quietly. Suddenly, he saw the Taoist Taoist in the crowd, who was fighting with Xiao Li neck and neck.
At this time, an old voice came from his arms: "Hey, isn't that the Taoist priest from back then? How come he has aged so much? Oh, I forgot, he is your master, hehe..." (To be continued