Chapter 297: My life is up to me

Chapter 297: My life is up to me

"The end of the world is at hand!" With a low shout, Ling Changkong's figure flickered again and again, skillfully passing through the explosive storm, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the seven Xuan Kings.

"You...... You're looking for death!"

Seeing that Ling Changkong actually rushed over, the seven Xuan Kings were startled at first, and then they strengthened their courage, shouted, and attacked Ling Changkong with dozens of attacks.

However, they had just received the shock from the aftermath of the explosion, and they were all seriously injured, and they had been seriously consumed before, so how much mystical power was left?

"Hmph!" Ling Changkong snorted coldly, refined several Xuan Dan, wrapped in demonic power, directly ignored the attacks of the Xuan Kings, and came to a Xuan King in a blink of an eye.

"Extinguish!" A syllable spat out, and the demonic power on his body suddenly gushed out, completely enveloping the Xuan King in an instant, and without even a scream, it had already turned into ashes.

"The Purgatory Heavenly Demon Skill is really powerful, but these three words are better than most of the Xuanli Techniques. ”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, Ling Changkong secretly thought to himself in his heart, from rushing over to killing a Xuan King, this process seems simple, but Ling Changkong has already used three words, which are first "transform" the word formula to resolve the impact of the explosion, and then "devour" the attack of the Xuan King to replenish his own demon power, and then the magic power suddenly erupted, "Kill the Xuan King just now" with the word "extinguish".

However, Ling Changkong obviously had no intention of retreating, his gaze swept over the other Xuan Kings, the smile on the corner of his mouth expanded, and he once again showed his close proximity, his figure flickering again and again.

"Extinguish!" The next moment, Ling Changkong came to another Xuan King, and before the other party could react, the surging demonic power enveloped it and turned it into ashes.

Then the figure flickered again and again, and in the same way, in less than a quarter of an hour, two Xuan Kings were killed, and the eight Xuan Kings who had originally intercepted the two of them had now been half removed.

"Don't be on the ground, his body can only be used on the ground, and it won't help in the air. The eyes of the Xuan King, who was over sixty years old, flashed, and he immediately shouted to the remaining three Xuan Kings, and at the same time stepped on the Xuan Weapon and rose to the sky.

"Huh!huh!huh!" When the other Xuan Kings saw this scene, their eyes flashed, and they immediately reacted, although the speed of the end of the world is fast, but after all, it is only a body method, if it is a Xuan Emperor, they can naturally move quickly in the air with their body method, but they are only Xuan Wang, the sword flies, where can they use their body skills in the air again?!

"Hey, it's a good idea to get out of the air. The essence in his eyes flickered slightly, Ling Changkong also knew the flaws of the world, and did not continue to attack, turned to Zi Yan and said, "Zi Yan, let's go." ”

After saying that, he directly controlled the Fire Xuan Sword, soared into the sky, swept the remaining four Xuan Kings, and warned him consciously, and then he reined in his demonic power and flew away.

Behind him, Zi Yan Yujian followed, looking at the tall and thin back in front of him, the essence in his eyes flickered, very complicated, a little hesitant, I didn't know what to do.

Ling Changkong led the way, Zi Yan followed behind, silent, and kept flying south, and at a high altitude not far from them, Shangguan Bingxuan walked in the sky, and her originally frosty pretty face was also a little complicated at this time.

"How could he be a demon disciple? He is from the Western State, that kind of remote place, he has used the Western Dabi to come here, he shouldn't have had contact with the Heavenly Demon City, how can he cultivate demon skills?"

Looking through the clouds, looking at Ling Changkong, she also knows Ling Changkong's life experience very well, it stands to reason that such an identity should never have anything to do with the Heavenly Demon City, let alone cultivate any magic skills, but what is the truth?

"By the way, could he have obtained a powerful magic skill by chance, because he couldn't resist the temptation, so he cultivated, yes, it must be so. ”

Suddenly, Shangguan Bingxuan's eyes lit up slightly, thinking so in her heart, she couldn't help but settle down a few points.

"Although the demon skills are very powerful, but after all, they are evil demons crooked, just find an opportunity in the future, let him stop practicing, with his talent, it is not difficult to find a powerful exercise in the inner gate, if the old man of Dan Qingzi does not give it, I will take him to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again, let him choose by himself, and my father should not blame me." ”

Thinking like this, Shangguan Bingxuan couldn't help but show a smile at the corner of her mouth, the frost on her face dissipated in an instant, and her eyes bent into crescent moons, which was not a beautiful scenery.

Ling Changkong didn't know what Shangguan Bingxuan was thinking in his heart, to be more precise, he didn't know that Shangguan Bingxuan had been following them all the time, and he already knew about his cultivation of magic skills, and now he was thinking about how to explain it to Zi Yan.

"Let's go down. After a long time, Ling Changkong sighed slightly, knowing that paper could not contain fire, and now that the matter was leaked, he had to face it, and said this to Zi Yan, and then the tip of the sword went down and flew away.

It was a small clearing, surrounded by a forest, and under the stars, only the chirping of insects made it even more silent.

Looking around the woods, Ling Changkong turned to look at Zi Yan and asked Zi Yan to go, but Zi Yan unconsciously took a step back, her eyes shaking, and she hesitated.

Seeing this scene, Ling Changkong smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Sister Zi, I'm not just a cultivator of demonic skills, and I'm not a man-eating tiger, besides, even if I'm a man-eating tiger, with your cultivation, just run away." ”

Hearing Ling Changkong say this, Zi Yan seemed to want to laugh, but she couldn't help it, but no matter what, the atmosphere was no longer as awkward as before.

"I know that the Demon Skill is a crooked path of evil demons, and cultivators will also be considered to be street rats, and everyone shouts and beats them, but this Demon Skill is really very consistent with my physique, when I got it by chance, I didn't hesitate to cultivate, this is exactly how I practiced it, and I can have ...... today."

Ling Changkong told the things he did in the Qishan faction one by one, from the waste that had not made an inch of progress for ten years, to being captured by Yu Zhencheng, soaring to the sky, becoming a rare genius of the Qishan faction, and then he won the first place in the western competition and entered the Changqing Gate, in which other things were not concealed at all except for things such as blood drops.

"Then why do you still practice demonic skills? You can ask Master for a better exercise. After listening to Ling Changkong's words, Zi Yan blinked her eyes and said curiously.

"People in the world say that demonic skills are crooked ways of evil demons, and that cultivators have improper mental skills, but I want to prove to the world that judging a person's good or bad skills does not depend on his exercises, but on his heart. ”

There was a sharp edge in his eyes, Ling Changkong looked up at the starry sky, as if swearing: "My life is up to me, not to heaven, how can I change my decision because of the eyes of the world?!"

Not far away, in the secret place of the woods, Shangguan Bingxuan's eyes were also shining, and he muttered to himself: "My life is up to me, not to ......the sky."

This book was first published in Reading Rim