That's right, practice for a thousand years!

Demon races are different from humans.

They have natural powers, but their cultivation is extremely slow, and they are imprinted, and their longevity is naturally longer than that of humans.

Take the demon girl in front of her, the body is a snake, and she has been practicing for more than 1,500 years.

The importance of the demon pill to it is no less than that of the human primordial infant.

If there is a bad pool, if you don't die, you have to shed your skin.

Since this is the case, the power of this demon pill can be imagined.

With the advantage of a thousand knives, it was also blocked, and it was quite a fight.

But the good times didn't last long, and with a loud crackling sound, on the surface of the Qianjiao knife, blue lightning appeared, and the demon pill suddenly showed a state of exhaustion.

The woman was shocked.

And at this moment, the electric Jiao had already flown close and pounced on her.

This woman suddenly reached the point where her life hung by a thread.

Damn it!

It's too much of a deception!

A hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, and in the roar, her true form appeared.

It is a huge python with a length of more than ten zhang, and its body is up and down, making it fiery red.

The mouth of the blood basin opened wide, and an overwhelming flame erupted from it.

Flood the electric Jiao.

But the next moment, a crackling sound came to the ears, and the dragon rushed out of the flames, this time, the demon python could not hide, and the two immediately tore each other together.

A hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of Ling Xian's mouth: "It will also spit fire, then Ling will let you see what the real flame should be." ”

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and a golden flame appeared in the palm of his finger.

Ling Xian flicked his fingers. It was obviously just an inconspicuous flame, but in an instant, it swelled up wildly and turned into a phoenix, with a wingspan of more than ten zhang alone.

The sound of the sound reached his ears, and in an instant, he flew to the top of the snake demon's head. Like a goshawk and a rabbit, its claws are like an enemy and it has been grabbed.

"Fellow Daoist save me!"

The sound of the snake demon's wailing came to his ears.

It's a pity that the long-eared and blue-eyed demon clan was frightened, not only did not help, but turned around and ran away like a distance.

The corners of the snake demon's mouth were bitter, full of resentment, but unfortunately it was useless, and the next moment, he was overwhelmed by the Tianfeng Divine Fire, rolling and wailing. The demon pill suddenly became dim and dull.

Ling Xian was overjoyed, waving his hands again and again, one spell after another, taking the opportunity to surrender its demon pill, and then collected the sacrificed treasures, and wanted to flee towards the distant sky.

However, at this moment, a yin voice came into the ears: "Little one." What a bold man, he dared to do so in front of the deity. Kill my people, do you think you can still go?"

The owner of the voice came so quickly, when the voice first entered the ear, it seemed to be a thousand feet away, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to be close at hand.

Looking at Ling Xian's expression, it was extremely gloomy. But faintly with a little surprise.

As a great demon clan in the late stage of transformation, his divine sense was naturally extremely powerful, and he could see through Ling Xian's cultivation at a glance.

It's really just the early stage of the baby!

Why is it so easy to kill the demon clan of the same level?

This kid is like this now, and when he grows up, he will have to become a big trouble.

Danger should be nipped in the bud.

Thinking of this, the man in the Confucian robe flicked his sleeves. With his movements, a ray of spiritual light flew out, and with a slight surge, it turned into a pitch-black fist.

The last shot came first, hitting Ling Xian's chest.

Its speed was so fast that ordinary early Yuan Infant monks couldn't react at all.

Ling Xian was shocked, and before he could think about it, his right hand was raised, and he also blasted out with a punch.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang coming into his ears, Ling Xian only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out of his mouth.

His heart couldn't help but be filled with anger, his physical strength was almost comparable to that of a demon clan in the middle of transformation, but he couldn't block the other party's understatement.

The illusion of fighting with the other party in Ling Xian's heart suddenly disappeared.

His own strength is much stronger than that of the same level, and he even has the certainty of winning the battle in the upper and middle stages, but the later stage is completely different.

Can't beat it!

Then running away is the best option.

Before this thought could be turned, the sound of sneering through the air came to his ears, but several energetic qi surged towards him again.

Ling Xian raised his eyebrows.

A shake of the shoulder.

The figure of the whole person was blurred, and then it appeared more than a hundred feet away on the left.

"Teleportation, no, it's worse, it's a shrinking supernatural power, and it doesn't look like it. ”

A hint of surprise flashed on the face of the man in the Confucian robe, and the light behind him suddenly became bright, and a pair of huge wings actually appeared.

Then the two wings flapped, and the wind blew violently, and the dense wind blades flew out like Ling Xian.

Where did Ling Xian dare to delay.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, hundreds of talismans were directly thrown out, and they spontaneously combusted without wind, turning into countless wind blades and lightning ......

Ling Xian didn't expect these to be able to block the opponent's attack, he only hoped that he could block it a little.

At the same time, he was covered in green mangs, and he didn't dare to hide it at all, and in an instant, he drove the light to the extreme.

Run away!

"Stupid, although you have good strength, you think you really have a chance to escape from the hands of the deity?"

The man in the Confucian robe sneered, his wings fanned, and the demonic wind roared, wrapping his entire body, galloping, and followed Ling Xian.

Things have developed to this point, the Tian family is naturally defeated, and the Ice Fairy is also lacking in skills, no, to be correct, it is difficult to protect itself.

The long-eared and blue-eyed demon clan bullied the soft and feared evil, and was frightened by Ling Xian, but chased and killed the Ice Fairy with a hideous face.

......

Ling Xian didn't know all this, and he didn't intend to pay attention to it, at this moment, his situation was also very unfavorable.

His whole mind was focused on how to get rid of the strong enemy, but the other party was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and even if Ling Xian tried his best, he couldn't get rid of it.

......

In a blink of an eye, three days have passed.

Ling Xian's face was already extremely gloomy.

In the past three days, he has made countless attempts of various kinds, but no matter what, he can't get rid of the strong enemy at all.

What to do?

Ling Xian thought hard about a good plan!

However, the strength is not as good, and it is not easy to get out of danger.

In desperation, Ling Xian had no choice but to keep running.

Fortunately, he has a lot of tonic pills that he can swallow, otherwise, his mana would not be able to support it for a long time.

Besides, the man in the Confucian robe behind him also had a little surprise on his face, and the same haze was like rain.

In the past few days, Ling Xian had tried his best to get rid of it, but why didn't he leave his hands behind, wouldn't he be able to catch up with him either?

So the killing intent in his heart became more and more intense.

In this way, after another day and a night, Ling Xian's face was already full of tiredness, and suddenly, a rumbling sound from front came to his ears.

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