As for what should be done, Ling Xian hadn't thought about this question at all, after all, with his own strength, there were only two enemies in front of him, and the chance of not being able to defeat was very small. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This has nothing to do with arrogance, you must know that not long ago, Ling Xian killed the Ghost Spirit Ancestor, and the other party was a figure from the Xiaodu Tribulation Period.

Although there was a certain amount of luck in winning, it also proved that among the cultivators of the same level, Ling Xian's strength was definitely outstanding.

It would not be wrong to say that you stand out from the crowd!

But having said that, after all, the enemy is outnumbered, so although Ling Xian is not afraid, he will never dare to underestimate the enemy!

The situation in front of us is still very serious, not only do you need to win, but you must win cleanly, this is located in the depths of the Tiancang Mountain Range, once the time drags on for a long time, God knows what will happen.

Bear down!

Cut through the chaos with a quick knife and kill these two eyeless pursuers!

Thinking so in his heart, Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, and a blue light flew out, the light converged, and the simple shape of the Qianjiao knife came into view.

Just by looking at it, it made people feel cold all over the body, Ling Xian played a magic trick, and the Qianjiao knife was very powerful, and then quickly dimmed, until it disappeared into the void.

Then Ling Xian slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist again, and countless butterflies flew out of it, dancing, each of which was as translucent as a crystal.

Ice Moon Butterfly!

Then they also disappeared into the void.

Ling Xian's face showed a look of satisfaction.

But he quickly raised his head with a frown.

The enemy came much faster than he imagined, and in the distance, there was already an overwhelming demonic aura swarming towards him.

The beginning is still far away, and in the blink of an eye, it is already close at hand.

The light converged, and the figures of the two demon cultivators were revealed in front of him.

One was covered in dazzling lightning, and the other was much taller than an ordinary human monk, with a fleshy face, but behind him, there was a jet-black and shiny tail, like a steel whip, which looked very strong.

For a while, the sky was dark and demonic!

Ling Xian's face became more and more gloomy.

"Little guy, if you don't run away, then obediently don't tie your hands, you can suffer a lot less, otherwise you will ......" The tall demon clan on the left spoke, his voice was extremely fierce, and his tone was full of threat, as if he had regarded Ling Xian as a fish on the chopping block.

Ling Xian smiled.

I really don't know whether to live or die, but strictly speaking, I can't blame these two guys, you must know that the strength of the demon clan is originally better than that of immortal cultivators of the same level, not to mention that there are many people on their side.

No matter how you look at it, the odds are stacked!

It's a pity that this time they underestimated the enemy too much, how could they use common sense to figure it out casually.

It's naïve.

So Ling Xian replied with a smile: "Tie your hands, and you will know how stupid you are in a while." ”

Before the words fell, Ling Xian made a move.

It's not that he's like fire, it's that the situation doesn't allow him to delay.

Again, Ling Xian didn't want to be self-defeating, so a quick battle was his only way out.

So Ling Xian didn't want to say any more nonsense, he neatly brushed his sleeve robe, and with his movements, the essence flashed, but a fairy sword flew out of his sleeve, like a long whale taking water, stabbing like the other party's head.

Brilliant and powerful!

And Ling Xian's left hand was not idle.

Reach into your arms and pull out a simple scroll.

This treasure is simple in style, it is not ordinary at first glance, Ling Xian slowly unfolded the others, and a landscape picture came into view.

It is drawn with a brush, and the pen is vigorous and powerful, full of ancient atmosphere, which can be seen as far as the eye can see, but it makes people shudder.

Because it is not a green mountain or a green water, but a barren mountain, there are no plants on the mountain, only some dry trees, crows flying in the sky, and in addition, there are a few green-faced and fanged evil spirits, frolicking and playing on the mountain.

Ling Xian's left hand trembled, and he had already sacrificed this scroll.

Rumble!

The ghostly mist swarmed out, wrapping the entire scroll in the blink of an eye.

Then the sound of the ghost crying and the wolf howl was loud, and the wind was miserable, and several green-faced and fanged evil ghosts appeared in the eyes of everyone.

These demons are either born with two horns, or their mouths are fangs, all of them are hideous and terrifying, and they are covered in scale armor, and at first glance, they seem to come from the underworld...... No, their appearance is not in the slightest difference from the one depicted in the scroll.

But it's obviously the thing in the painting, how can it all be resurrected in a blink of an eye?

The faces of the two demon cultivators showed shock.

And the demons were already rushing towards them.

The second demon was shocked, of course he would not sit still, the guy on the left, who was originally wrapped in dazzling electric light, raised his hand at this moment, and suddenly flew out from his palms, an arm-thick arc of electricity flew out.

After a slight surge, it turned into electric snakes the size of buckets, and headed towards those evil spirits.

His reaction was not unresponsive, but these electric snakes were only enough to stop the demons.

But that's enough for him.

I saw him raise his head, and a red light erupted from his mouth, and he intercepted the Qingling Sword halfway, and it was entangled.

Turning the danger into a disaster, the demon cultivator breathed a sigh of relief.

But Ling Xian's original purpose was only to attract his attention.

Ling Xian was an experienced immortal cultivator, so he could naturally see at a glance that these two demon cultivators who could catch up with him were not good looks.

At least as soon as they met, it was impossible to kill him instantly.

So what to do?

Break it all!

Therefore, Ling Xian's series of attacks seemed to be extremely ferocious, but the purpose was only to attract the attention of the opponent.

Then Ling Xian's figure blurred slightly, and he used the teleportation technique to pounce towards the tall demon cultivator next to him.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed closer.

Then Ling Xian threw a punch.

Rumble!

The void seemed to be torn apart, and the power of this punch was really staggering.

The demon cultivator was also shocked.

However, the look of surprise was quickly replaced by a sneer.

No matter how powerful it is, I have never heard of humans daring to compete with the demon race.

I really don't know whether to live or die!

His fist was much bigger than Ling Xian's, and he didn't retreat or dodge, and he also threw out a punch.

Boom!

The two fought hard.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing.

Pedal Pedal ......

Ling Xian involuntarily took a few steps back.

I actually fell behind a little.

Ling Xian's face involuntarily showed a look of surprise, his supernatural powers, he knew in his heart, not to mention the magic weapon, and his physical strength was far from being comparable to that of ordinary monks.

It is worthy of the demon clan.

The last trace of light enemy in Ling Xian's heart was also quietly put away.

However, what he didn't know was that compared to himself, this demon's heart was much more shocked.

His main body, but a descendant of the mountain giant ape, although it cannot be compared with the true spirit, is also known for its rough skin and thick flesh and infinite strength.

is a demon clan of the same level, and there are only a handful of people who dare to compare their strength with him, but I didn't expect a human immortal cultivator...... (To be continued.) )