There was silence in the valley, and the three people inside were completely unaware that two Shenwu Temple disciples were hiding outside the valley.
At a certain moment, Yang Xuan suddenly rose up and rushed into the valley as fast as lightning.
Chen Ling followed closely behind.
"Who?"
The sudden movement shocked the three of them.
Yang Xuan was filled with terrifying holy power, and without saying a word, he rushed straight towards the strongest middle-aged warrior.
"Shenwu Temple, they are disciples of Shenwu Temple."
One person yelled in fear.
"A high-level saint and a semi-saint, what are you afraid of? Kill them." After the panic, the middle-aged man who looked like a big brother quickly met Yang Xuan and shouted coldly.
Chen Ling pounced on the weakest half-saint.
In the valley, a fierce battle suddenly broke out.
The holy power swept across, and waves of energy destroyed mountains and cracked the earth.
The first-level saint wanted to deal with Chen Ling first, but while Yang Xuan was entangled with the high-level saint, he also had his hands free to hold back the first-level saint.
Chen Ling's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The half-saint in front of him was not very strong. At most, he was on the same level as Tang Zhan.
Bang!
With a palm strike, Chen Ling did not hide anything and started to devour it directly.
The blood flowed crazily, causing the half-saint to scream in fear.
"There's something weird about this kid. He's devouring the power of my blood."
"Brother, save me."
The half-saint struggled fiercely, but could not break free.
"burst."
Chen Ling shouted low and suddenly withdrew his hand. The violent force drove him back, making him extremely embarrassed.
The latter screamed and quickly stabilized his body. Bloodline fluctuations broke out, and the power of the bloodline surged throughout his body. The saint gritted his teeth and glared at Chen Ling ferociously.
Boom!
It was like the sound of thousands of tons of beating hearts, deafening.
The demi-saint opened his mouth, and his entire face instantly transformed into a huge black mouth, like some kind of terrifying beast, with boundless power mixed with blood gushing out.
"Swallowing Divine Pattern."
Chen Ling raised his hand and created a Devouring Divine Mark.
Bang!
The semi-saint's attack was severely shattered.
This divine pattern swallowed up infinite power in the Holy Spirit Pool, and was tyrannical and terrifying.
A crushing attack with no loss of power, it hit the huge black mouth hard.
"ah……"
The shrill screams resounded through the valley, and the half-saint flew out upside down, blood spraying out.
Chen Ling didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe, and followed closely behind him, raising the Devouring Divine Mark and covering it head on.
Bang!
The semi-saint was directly killed by the divine pattern.
Chen Ling turned around and looked at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan is like a god of war, with true energy permeating his body and strong blood. He walks between the high-level saints and the low-level saints, and he is not at all inferior. He even suppresses the low-level ones in an extremely embarrassed manner.
"Senior brother is really amazing." Chen Ling was shocked.
There is really a big gap between the disciples within the big forces and the ordinary warriors of the same level outside.
Whoosh!
Chen Ling took a deep breath, tiptoed, and jumped towards the first-level saint.
"Young man is looking for death."
Although he was embarrassed by being suppressed by Yang Xuan, when he saw Chen Ling's attack by the semi-saint, the first-level saint immediately roared, waved his sleeves and waved his palm, like a cattail leaf fan, overwhelming the mountains and seas, with overwhelming force.
The terrifying aura made Chen Ling almost suffocate.
Entering the Saint level, even the elementary level, is extremely terrifying to him.
He struck out the Devouring Divine Mark like lightning.
boom!
The divine pattern trembled, and under that palm, it was shocked back and forth, unable to resist.
Chen Ling's internal organs were shaken. He gritted his teeth and thought, and the divine patterns bloomed with devouring power.
boom!
The power of that palm was devoured wildly. The divine pattern counterattacked.
"Damn."
At the beginning of Sainthood, his complexion changed drastically and he immediately withdrew his hand.
The divine pattern suddenly shot up quickly.
Bang!
At the beginning of Sainthood, he punched the divine pattern with one punch, setting off a violent storm. After the divine pattern swallowed him up, he actually blocked the punch.
However, Chen Ling also felt uncomfortable.
At this time, Yang Xuan retreated, and a big palm of zhenqi volleyed down.
The complexion of the first-level Saint changed drastically and he quickly resisted.
"Fuck me."
Chen Ling saw the opportunity, and the second devouring divine pattern also emerged.
Boom! Boom!
The first-level saint was in a state of embarrassment and hurriedly resisted, but was hit by two divine marks and fell down with a scream.
At this time, Yang Xuan took a step forward, fell straight down, and crushed him violently with a punch.
"Leave me here." When the high-ranking saint saw this scene, his eyes were about to burst. Amidst the roar, he formed a fist with five fingers and punched out. A powerful shock wave burst out from the fist, turning into
The spiral storm tearing apart everything was directed at Yang Xuan.
"snort."
Yang Xuan didn't even look back, he punched like thunder and rushed towards the first-level saint.
The face of the first-level saint was full of fear. His body swayed, and a stream of true energy spurted out from his body, turning into a huge wave of true energy and rushing towards Yang Xuan.
Bang!
One punch can destroy everything.
The first-level Saint screamed and flew backwards.
Chen Ling immediately pounced on him, covering him directly with two Devouring Divine Marks.
"Swallow."
The divine pattern swallowed him up, and he even slapped his body with his palm and began to devour his blood.
The painful screams echoed in the valley, making the high-level saint roar furiously.
The first-level saint was already close to death. Seeing this scene, Yang Xuan turned around and opened his mouth suddenly.
roar!
Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest.
A wave of air spread rapidly from his mouth.
The terrifying sonic waves crushed the space to pieces, and the blow from the high-level saint was like a **.
puff!
Chen Ling, who was being devoured, was directly shocked by the sound wave and vomited blood. His eyes were dizzy and dazzled.
It took him a long time before he realized what he was doing. He glanced at Yang Xuan in fear and took a deep breath.
It's too scary.
Fortunately, in the initial stage of becoming a saint, he was hit one after another. Although he did not die, he completely lost the power to resist and was slaughtered by others.
Chen Ling gritted his teeth and continued to devour.
Entering the saint-level bloodline is something you can meet but cannot seek.
The battle between Yang Xuan and the high-level saints was not something he could get involved in.
And with Yang Xuan's strength, he doesn't need to worry.
However, the bloodline of the initial saint level is really terrifying.
Before he could swallow much, Chen Ling felt hot all over, his blood was boiling, and he felt faintly in sharp pain. The blood he absorbed was so intense that it was difficult to suppress and refine it.
Chen Ling gritted his teeth and used the devouring divine pattern to suppress it, gradually slowing down the devouring speed and refining slowly.
On the other side, Yang Xuan once again fought with the high-level Saint.
The balance quickly tilted towards Yang Xuan.
The eleventh one on the Tianjiao list, but he stood out from hundreds of saint-level Tianjiaozi, far beyond that of the middle-aged warrior.
Yang Xuan's attack was fierce, brutal and deadly, forcing the middle-aged warrior to retreat hastily, but he could not escape.
As long as Yang Xuan touches his body, his bones will break, his blood will collapse, and he will scream in agony.
Chen Ling focused all his attention on refining his bloodline and no longer paid attention to the battle between Yang Xuan and Yang Xuan. He was trembling all over and bloodshot threads were gushing out from his pores.
The body has become a fierce battlefield.
About half an hour later, the middle-aged warrior was killed by Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan had no injuries on his body.
Slowly landing on the ground and sweeping away the three corpses, the chill on Yang Xuan's face slowly faded away.
He looked deep into the valley.
"Blood Flame Flower."
"I didn't expect it to be such a spiritual creature."
Seeing the bloody spiritual tree in bud, Yang Xuan looked shocked. (To be continued)