The angry voice of the Hundred Herb Fairy came to her ears, she was very protective, and she dared to bully her younger brother, how could she let him go.

The plan has been decided, the two of them perform their own duties, and the grass fairy is covered in green mangs, and the whole person actually disappears from the same place.

Not a single breath.

However, this is not some clever qi aurturation technique, she is just showing her original form.

That's right, the prototype!

Hundred Grass Fairy, in the Wild Ancient Land, although she is known as one of the three major cultivators of the human race, she is actually not an immortal cultivator.

Of course, it's not a demon race.

It's a grass elf.

The Heavenly Dao has its own rules, and everything in this earthly world can actually embark on the path of cultivating immortals.

It's just a matter of serendipity.

And the Herb Fairy is a very lucky character.

Her body is the Seven Treasures Ganoderma lucidum.

Not only did she embark on the road of cultivating immortals by chance, but she also obtained the "Book of Hundred Herbs", because her body is grass and trees, so what drives her is not demonic energy, but spiritual power, changing human form, and it has reached the point where she can be faked and real, so everyone will mistake her for a human immortal cultivator.

At this moment, the original form appeared, and then the spiritual power of a body was hidden, and the light was exhausted, and it looked similar to an ordinary Ganoderma lucidum.

Ling Xian, on the other hand, was suspended in mid-air.

With a flick of his robe, he took out a jade bottle, uncorked it, and swallowed all the pills in it without saying a word.

After several days of endless pursuit, Ling Xian's mana, although much thicker than that of a monk of the same rank, was also on the verge of exhaustion.

At this moment, since he wants to defend and attack and fight to the death with the other party, of course he has to try his best to recover his mana.

Swallowing a large handful of elixirs, Ling Xian directly meditated cross-legged in mid-air, but it was less than half a cup of tea. The piercing scream was faintly heard from the sky.

He opened his eyes.

I saw a gray light in the distance, which was far away at first, but soon, it was close in front of me.

The light converges. The face of a monk in a Confucian robe was revealed.

On the surface, it is no different from a human monk, but the demonic aura exuded from his body is extremely thick.

It was the demon clan powerhouse who chased Ling Xian to the sky and had no way to enter the ground, seeing Ling Xian sitting cross-legged in the void, his face showed a little surprise: "What, no longer running?"

"What did Your Excellency do you do to let Ling go?"

Ling Xian's voice came to his ears word by word. On his face, there was also a look of solemn hatred.

"Leaving you alone?"

The man in the Confucian robe was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "Little guy, didn't you wake up and talk in your dreams?"

"In front of Wu, kill my people, how can I let you go?"

"I'm going to drain your soul and refine your soul!"

The other party's voice came to his ears, and his face showed a bit of cruelty.

"Hmph. Your Excellency has a big breath and wants Ling's life. Where is it so easy, be careful to steal chickens and rice, and break your own teeth. ”

Ling Xian's sneering voice came into his ears, but it was obvious that there was a bit of lust and guilt.

"Oh?"

The man in the Confucian robe smiled: "I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue, I want to see, just one yuan baby." How much ability do you have to dare to talk nonsense to the deity. ”

Before the words fell, he raised his right hand and grabbed it fiercely towards Ling Xian.

The space fluctuated together, above Ling Xian's head. A large black hand emerged and swept down like lightning.

Ling Xian raised his eyebrows and raised his right hand, but when he saw the blue light flashing, a sound of "bang" came into his ears, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, and it was easy to cut the big hand in half, and then disappeared.

The man in the Confucian robe saw it clearly, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his hand, slapped it on the back of his head, and immediately squirted out a square magic weapon several inches in size from his mouth.

This thing is flat and flat, pitch black as ink, and at a glance, it looks like an inkstone.

Ling Xian could see it clearly, and a trace of surprise couldn't help but flash in his eyes, as we all know, the demon clan refines the body, and the human race controls the weapon.

This is not to say that this is true of all demon and human cultivators, there will always be exceptions.

However, the other party, as a great demon clan in the late stage of transformation, actually went to refine treasures, so there was only one possibility.

It's a magic weapon that is not trivial.

Ling Xian's face showed a solemn expression.

Before, he had discussed with the Herb Fairy, asking his sister not to come out first, and to fight with this old demon by himself, and his sister hiding, looking for an opportunity, and seeing the opportunity to sneak attack.

Naturally, this is done in order to kill with one hit, or at least to hit hard.

Of course, Ling Xian also had to endure a lot of danger.

If you are an ordinary immortal cultivator, let alone the early stage of the Yuan Infant, even a mid-stage cultivator would not dare to do so.

Therefore, when Ling Xian proposed this plan, the Hundred Herb Fairy was also very surprised.

However, I know my own supernatural powers.

One-on-one heads-up, you must beat the old monster, but if the other party wants to kill himself, it is by no means so easy.

I will definitely fall behind.

But you should also be able to go back and forth and fight each other for a lot of rounds.

Ling Xian was confident and confident, but he would never dare to be careless.

Seeing that the other party had sacrificed the treasures, he immediately threw off his robe, and the Qianjiao knife suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Then his hands waved again and again, and the blue mangs of the Qianjiao knife were made, and behind him, a boundless sea was conjured.

It is said to be an illusion, but it is vividly different from the real ocean.

The sound of waves is incessant in the ears.

Then countless columns of water with a diameter of several feet appeared on the surface of the sea.

Bang!

As a loud noise reached the ears, the water columns burst apart, and in their place, blue rays came into view.

Then the blue rays flickered, and each blue ray turned into a few flying knives as thin as cicada wings.

The whole process is complicated, but it is actually completed in an instant.

The number of flying knives that appeared behind Ling Xian was even more staggering, and a rough count of them was at least tens of thousands.

"What's this trick?"

The man in the Confucian robe couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

As a demon king in the late stage of transformation, his lifespan is much longer than that of humans, and now he is an old monster who has lived for nearly three thousand years.

However, even in these long years, I have never seen a Yuan Infant Monk who can sacrifice such a treasure.

Even he felt a chill.

Of course, on the surface, he refused to show weakness, raised his right hand, and pointed forward with one finger.

With his movements, the inkstone-shaped magic weapon spun rapidly, and a black mist erupted from above.

Soon, it spread in all directions, turning into a cloud of acres.

After a while, the buzzing sound was loud, and from the clouds, countless dense demon insects flew out.

These demon insects are the size of fists, and they look vicious, and the aura emitted by each one is actually similar to that of the monks in the early stage of foundation building, and the number is nearly 10,000. (To be continued.) )