It's not that Ling Xian doesn't talk about credibility, but if he lets the tiger return to the mountain, it will leave endless troubles, how can these demonic cultivators ever talk about it.

For them, naturally, they are not informal.

As the saying goes, soldiers don't get tired of cheating, Ling Xianke didn't feel at all that there was anything wrong with doing this by himself, if he didn't exterminate them, would he still be stupid to let them go back to report the news?

Ling Xian was not such a stupid immortal cultivator, and his strategy for dealing with the wicked and the gentleman was naturally completely different.

People must know how to be flexible and flexible, all in all, Ling Xian will never let go of the enemy in front of him.

The fat monk had a look of despair on his face, his face was like dirt, it was not that he was as timid as a mouse, but that Ling Xian's strength was far stronger than he imagined.

The two of them joined forces just now and were defeated, but now they are the only ones left......

What to do?

He didn't want to fall.

It was not easy for him to cultivate to the Jindan stage, how could he be willing to fall here without knowing anything?

Even if he knows that he is invincible, he has to fight to the death, all in all, he will not be restrained, even if he gives up his life, he will fight for this line of life.

Thinking of this, endless anger gushed out from his body, and his eyes became even more fierce, not retreating but advancing, like Ling Xian rushing over.

There are guts!

Ling Xian also understood that the other party was trying to survive in death!

A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, but he would never let the other party go because of this.

"Hurry!"

Ling Xian pointed forward.

Qianjiao's knife was so powerful that it turned into a blue brilliance and slashed down like the other party.

The fat monk could see it clearly, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Not only did he not slow down, but instead urged the natal treasure, like Ling Xian smashed it on the head.

Giving up defense, this is trying to play a lose-lose rhythm with yourself?

Ling Xian could see it clearly. There was a hint of mockery at the corners of his mouth.

has his own supernatural powers, he knows it in his heart, and the tenacity of his physical body is comparable to that of a demon clan of the same level.

Even better!

Not to mention that the guy in front of him is only in the middle stage of Jindan, even if he is a late-stage monk's magic weapon, he will not have the slightest problem carrying it by himself.

The other party is looking for death!

However, before this thought could be reversed, an unexpected scene happened again.

"Broken!"

With a loud shout. This fat man's natal magic weapon was suddenly wrapped in layers of black light.

Ling Xian could see it clearly, the expression on his face suddenly became incomprehensible, he was a smart and clever immortal cultivator, but he didn't expect that the other party's determination would reach such a point.

is willing to give up even the natal magic weapon.

As we all know, for immortal cultivators above the golden pill, the natal magic weapon is the rarest thing, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the second life.

Look at the world. Throughout the present and ancient times, there are only a handful of people who are willing to give up their natal magic weapon.

However, Ling Xian met one.

This kind of play is already killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 yourself.

Survive the Dead!

Such determination made Ling Xian also sigh and admire.

But it was even more impossible for him to let such a fierce demon cultivator go.

However, the top priority is to resolve the immediate crisis first.

Rumble!

With a loud bang reaching his ears, Ling Xian was suddenly enveloped in a dazzling black halo.

Dazzling, the crazy spiritual pressure swept out in all directions.

It was dark. The entire void seemed to have collapsed a bit, and the power was simply earth-shattering.

"Poof......

The fat monk spurted a mouthful of blood. He himself was not happy to abandon his natal treasure, and the moment the treasure was destroyed, he was seriously injured.

However, his eyes were full of excitement.

The other party never thought that he would be able to make such a decision.

Caught off guard, even if it doesn't fall, half of this life must be removed.

Who makes the other party not know what to do. If he has to push himself to such a point, everything is his own doing.

He reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the expression in his eyes becoming more and more excited.

Although he has damaged his natal treasure, he can destroy strong enemies. Naturally, he has made great contributions, and the sect master will definitely reward himself heavily.

Seeking survival in the dead, this time the luck is really good.

However, this thought has not yet been turned, and the smoke and dust in front of him have gradually dispersed.

A vague figure came into view, and the fat monk's face couldn't help but change greatly: "How is it possible!"

"Yes, yes, a monk in the middle of the Golden Pill actually has such a skill, and he almost hurt me, but it's a pity...... Or the mantis arm blocking the car!"

As Ling Xian's sneering voice reached his ears, his figure gradually became clearer.

Unscathed!

It's just that the clothes are a little more dusty, so they look a little embarrassed.

Ling Xian's tone was extremely flat.

However, the expression was extremely angry.

He was angry with himself.

Too careless.

The enemy should not be taken lightly.

Because of this stupid mistake, I almost capsized in the gutter here.

The goshawk fights the rabbit with all its might.

Ling Xian reminded himself in his heart.

On the other side, the fat monk was frightened.

He made up his mind painfully, and even did not hesitate to give up his natal treasure, but he was helpless against the other party.

Is this guy's strength comparable to that of an old monster in the infancy?

Regardless of whether this judgment is wrong or not.

All in all, this enemy is by no means something that you can deal with.

Desperate work is also in vain.

With this realization in his heart, the courage he had finally mustered up also disappeared.

So the only choice was made.

Flee at the mere sight of the oncoming force!

Although he also knew in his heart that the chances of escaping were ridiculously small, what else could he do?

The light was fast, but after flying out for a few miles, he saw a blue light flashing in his eyes, but it was a thousand Jiaodao slashing over.

"Not good!"

The fat man was shocked, and said that it was not wrong to be frightened to fly out of the sky, and in a panic he stretched out his hand and patted it, and sacrificed a shield.

This is the ancient treasure he got by accident, and the defense is not bad, and this is also the last thing he relies on.

However, before this thought could be turned, a soft sound of "poof" came into his ears, and as soon as the shield came into contact with Lan Mang, it was as fragile as tofu, and it was easily cut in half.

"No!"

The fat monk's face was distorted, it was too late to dodge, the Thousand Jiao Knife castrated unabated, and directly split him in half, and then Ling Xian flicked his fingers, and the flames turned his corpse into ash smoke.

The strong enemy ambushed him, and Ling Xian's face showed a look of satisfaction.

Then Ling Xian Qingmang left the same place.

Although he already knew where the helm of the Black Demon Sect was, he didn't plan to rescue the Feng brothers and sisters.

Everything was their own fault, Ling Xian's relationship with them was not good yet, and he spared his life to break into the tiger's den in Longtan.

That Black Demon Sect Master was not easy to mess with, so Ling Xian planned to return to Yuan Star City first.

He is the guest elder of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, even if he borrows the other party's courage, he will never dare to come to Yuanxing City to find trouble for himself. (To be continued.) )