The end of the Mahayana period has become the light of cultivating immortals in the hearts of the monks.

The Demon Ancestor deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestor, betrayed from the Yunshan faction, first killed a family of five in Yizhou City, and did not let go of even the pregnant woman, and then destroyed the Xuanguo and broke the luck of the Xuanguo. In the end, he led many demons and robbed the opportunity of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, resulting in countless deaths and injuries among the monks at the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference.

Demon Ancestor Xuanlin.

After more than 200 years of demon cultivation, there is no one in the world who is his enemy.

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In the Northern Wilderness, a gray-robed male cultivator sat alone on a tall stone platform, he didn't know how long he had been sitting here, his eyes passed through the four and eight wildernesses, and his long silver hair hung down behind him, gently swaying with the desolate wind.

"Here we are." He spoke suddenly.

"Here we are." A light female voice, responding safely.

Dressed in a cloud-satin-like robe, she stepped down from not far away, her figure was clearly still far away, and the next moment, the whole person had appeared beside the man.

This strength to break through the void is one of the few in this world, and the female cultivator is the only one.

"Duanxi."

"Xuanlin."

"Long time no see."

"Long time no see."

They are not too talkative people, and saying hello is a long silence.

"Let's fight." Xuan Lin stood up.

His Tao is martial arts, and his conceit is not inferior to anyone in the world. It's just that the higher the realm, the heavier the demons in his heart, Xuanlin can't let go, can't let go of Duanxi, can't let go of Xia Xia.

If he can't let it go, he can't do it.

"Do you say you'll fight?" Xia Ling hooked the corners of her lips.

She hasn't found enough materials for her long-cherished pill, so why should she complete Xuanlin?

"You don't want to?" Xuan Lin's eyes were indifferent.

"I don't want to."

Xuan Lin looked at her and suddenly clapped his hands lightly.

The sound was like a switch to turn on something, and in the distance, a demonic aura rushed straight into the sky.

In an instant, countless divine consciousness transmissions rushed towards Xia Ling.

"Elder Duanxi, the demon cultivator suddenly attacked, return quickly."

"Duanxi, the demon cultivator is prepared, Yizhou City and the mortal world have fallen, and the Yunshan faction has opened a large array to protect the mountain."

"Duanxi, where are you, you must try your best to contain the Demon Ancestor, otherwise my cultivation of the Immortal Realm will be dangerous!!"

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"Hit?" Xuan Lin gave Xia Ling a mocking smile similar to that she had just given.

"Hit!"

The man's smile is really an eyesore.

Xia Ling carried the Yunshan Sword upside down and swept straight towards Xuanlin.

She has Mahayana cultivation, and he is also Mahayana, so she can't tell who loses or who wins when she fights!

Bang, Xuan Lin parried a move, using his fist to make a weapon, and his body confronted Xia Ling's cloud sword.

The pure golden light lit up, and Xia Ling's eyes shrank sharply.

Xuanlin, this fake demon cultivator, whose demon cultivator cultivates pure immortal family exercises?

Unexpectedly, carrying the resentment of thousands of living beings as his own training, Xuan Lin was even more ruthless to himself than Xia Ling imagined.

"Elder Duanxi, if you want to become an immortal, you must pass my level first!"

The slender hand was shrouded in golden light, clenched into a fist, and a strong wind wrapped in the breath of the most rigid and yang, and only rushed towards the door of Xia Lingmian with attack as defense.

Xia Ling quickly retreated, the cloud sword drew a deep mark on the ground, the tip of the sword provoked, Xia Ling moved her true character, and the shot was her famous swordsmanship, Lingyun swordsmanship.

The cloud sword seemed to be able to stir up the wind and clouds, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth showed a vision, and the Mahayana monks shot with all their might, and the heavens and the earth changed color, and a heavy gray darkness shrouded the northern wilderness.

The harsh wind rushed towards Xuanlin.

He looked at Xia Ling quietly, his deep eyes with a quiet light.

Xia Ling attacked with all his might.

Xuanlin stood at the tuyere, his robe was fierce, and he didn't move.

He raised his hand, a long knife with a strange shape, like a knife, like a long knife, three pointed and two edged?