Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

At this moment, Sen Qing, who seemed to be aloof, slowly walked down the platform and walked in front of Ling Yun.

He clapped his hands gently and said softly: "I admire you, I admire you! Ling Yun, your strength is indeed extraordinary. I am impressed by you."

Ling Yun frowned and said softly: "I just want to leave safely and don't want to be your enemy."

Sen Qing smiled and said: "If I said that I hope you join us and I will give you extraordinary treatment, will you consider it?"

Ling Yun shook his head directly: "I have different goals from yours, so it is impossible to join."

Sen Qing didn't seem to be angry about this, but instead became more interested: "It seems that Mr. Ling Yun is a principled person, but in that case, why not consider cooperating with us once?"

Ling Yun was about to speak, but Sen Qing interrupted him with a smile: "I know what you are going to say, but don't you think there will be great benefits in cooperating with me?"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Xueying with a look of affection: "This little fox is really cute. If you can cooperate with me, I will give it the best treatment."

Hearing this, Xue Ying grinned instantly, as if he had a natural hostility towards Sen Qing, and his explosive look made Ling Yun feel dumbfounded.

Ling Yun said softly: "No need to say any more, I won't consider it."

Sen Qing was still smiling, with a lazy but dangerous look, as if everything was under his control: "In this case, I won't force it.

However, I hope to have the opportunity to meet again in the future. "

As soon as Ling Yun turned around, he suddenly felt the strong power of law coming from behind him. That power seemed to lock the heaven and the earth.

He instinctively felt the crisis, and his body was instantly wrapped in coldness. This was an extremely advanced confinement spell, but his body was as flexible as running water and he successfully avoided Sen Qing's move.

However, Sen Qing did not give up. He suddenly showed a playful smile and said: "Mr. Ling Yun, your seven souls seem to be incomplete."

Ling Yun's heartbeat accelerated slightly. He really lacked a spirit. This kind of thing is taboo in the cultivation world.

But he didn't want Sen Qing to know the inside story of this matter.

So he responded coldly: "This has nothing to do with you."

Sen Qing didn't seem angry, he just shook his head slightly and said: "Some people will know about some things no matter how deeply they are hidden.

I have already felt your lack of soul. "

Ling Yun frowned slightly. He knew that now was not the time to confront Sen Qing, so he said coldly: "So what? What do you want to do?"

Sen Qing smiled: "You misunderstood, I didn't intend to embarrass you. I just wanted to give you a piece of advice, be careful."

Ling Yun glanced at Sen Qing doubtfully, but did not speak, just listened silently.

"When one soul is missing, that is the cultivator's fatal weakness. But you don't have to worry, I won't take advantage of this."

Mori Qing said with a smile.

"I don't need your pity."

Ling Yun said coldly.

Sen Qing smiled: "Well, in that case, I don't want to be entangled with you for too long. I will open the portal for you, and you can leave."

After saying that, Sen Qing formed a seal with his hands, and a swirling energy gradually gathered in his palms.

Not long after, a huge green portal formed in front of them.

The light emitted by the portal echoes the previous dragon relief on the stone tablet, as if this is some ancient law.

Ling Yun glanced at the huge portal, took a deep breath, and said, "Sen Qing, I will remember what happened today."

As soon as the portal was closed, the demon sect's high platform was already surrounded by chattering subordinates.

An elder of the Demon Sect wearing a purple robe, holding a staff, asked: "Master Senqing, if you let them go, aren't you afraid that they will go to Ling Sect to inform?"

Sen Qing walked down from the high platform leisurely, showing extraordinary majesty in every step.

He walked up to the purple-robed elder, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Old Yan, don't worry.

The Ling Sect is a group of people who are naturally suspicious. Since ancient times, they will not easily believe what outsiders say. "

Lao Yan glanced at him doubtfully: "But Ling Yun and the others are very powerful. What if they say something..."

"So what?"

Sen Qing interrupted him and said: "You have forgotten that there are still people from our Weibo Sect in the Ling Sect.

Even if Ling Yun and the others want to inform, they can't prove it.

What's more, the thousand-year alliance between the Demon Sect and the Ling Sect is not so easy to break. "

After hearing this, Lao Yan felt a little more at ease, but he was still a little worried: "Then why don't you do it yourself and kill them..."

Sen Qing smiled, held Lao Yan's hands, and said: "Lao Yan, you think too much. Although Ling Yun is very powerful, they are just a group of passers-by. And our Demonic Cult's real goal is far greater than this."

Lao Yan pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

But among the other people present, there were still expressions of dissatisfaction on their faces.

They are all core members of the Demon Cult, and are somewhat dissatisfied with Sen Qing's behavior.

Sen Qing seemed to be aware of everyone's thoughts, he coughed slightly and said: "Everyone, I know you have doubts in your hearts.

But you must understand that what our Demonic Cult pursues is never a short-term victory, but a long-term rule. Ling Yun and the others are just small chess pieces. "

After hearing this, everyone was a little confused, but they still listened silently.

In the quiet space after the portal disappeared, Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen stood face to face.

On the cold stone ground, Xue Ying, the ice supernatural beast, had returned to Tian Wuhen's side, and kept roaring, seeming to be quite angry about the encounter just now.

"Brother Tian, ​​do you know any information about the Ling Sect?"

Ling Yun asked.

Tian Wuhen pondered for a moment and said: "The Ling Sect has existed since the beginning of the Hunyuan Dynasty. They advocate unity with heaven and earth, and pay attention to communication with nature during their practice.

In the entire sect, the power of law is particularly famous. Their master is said to be able to harmonize the four seasons and understand the way of heaven. "

Ling Yun nodded: "Then do you know what the connection is between them and the Demon Cult?

Why is Sen Qing so sure that the Ling Sect will not believe me easily? "

Tian Wuhen shook his head: "I don't know much about the intersection of these two sects. But generally speaking, righteous sects rarely form alliances with demonic sects.

Even if they have friendship, they will try their best to hide it to avoid damaging their reputation. However, I really know very little about the internal affairs of the Ling Sect. "

Ling Yun pondered for a moment: "The Wei Demon Sect is eyeing the Ling Sect this time, and it must have its own purpose, but I'm afraid..."

Tian Wuhen interrupted him and said: "Brother Ling, these are not top priorities. I can see from your current physical condition that the seven souls are incomplete. We must first find the Hungui Grass to help you recover."

Ling Yun smiled: "I really caused trouble for you."

Tian Wuhen shook his head: "None of this is important. The important thing is that we have to get out of this Hunyuan land alive."

And when they passed a deep forest path, the crisis suddenly came.

There was a sharpness in the air, as if a knife blade was dancing beside it.

Ling Yun instinctively pulled Tian Wuhen and jumped aside quickly. With a "swish" sound, the cold sword energy swept over and directly opened a huge crack where they were just standing.

Ling Yun took a closer look and saw a slender man dressed in black walking out from the other side of the woods.

There is a cold blade pattern embroidered on his clothes, which gives people a sharp and cold feeling.

"I am Sen Qing's subordinate, Leng Ren."

The man's voice was as cold as his name: "My master Mori Qing is merciful to you, but I, Leng Ren, am not so merciful."

Ling Yun frowned. Although he was a little surprised why this cold blade came to the door, he still tried his best to pretend to be innocent: "I don't know what you are talking about, we are just passing by."

Leng Ren sneered: "Passing by? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Tian Wuhen tightened the weapon in his hand and whispered to Ling Yun: "Brother Ling, be careful, this person must not be simple."

Ling Yun nodded. He could feel the sharp aura from Leng Ren. This was definitely not an ordinary opponent.

Leng Ren stepped forward, his pace was a bit lazy but full of majesty. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Ling Yun, I don't want to say anything more to you. If you are smart, just hand over everything you know about the Demon Cult. I can consider letting you live."

Tian Wuhen retorted coldly: "Why? We have no deep enmity with your Demon Cult, so why are we chasing you here like this?"

Leng Ren smiled: "Do you think we, the Demon Sect, are good people? Killing people like crazy, this is our usual style."

Ling Yun took a deep breath and said slowly: "We have no grudges against your Weird Demon Cult. If you let us go about what happened today, I promise not to be an enemy of the Weird Demon Cult in the future."

Leng Ren laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed in the dense forest: "Ling Yun, you are such an interesting guy. However, I, Leng Ren, never believe anyone's oath, let alone you so-called 'righteous' people."

After saying this, Leng Ren flashed and came to Ling Yun in an instant, with the sharp sword tip pointed at Ling Yun's throat.

The cold blade followed him like a shadow, and the dragon bone whip in his hand left sharp whip shadows in the air, with each blow carrying a sharp wind sound.

His movements were extremely flexible, and every attack was like a dragnet, intended to trap Ling Yun.

Ling Yun didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

Under Leng Ren's Jiao Bone Whip, Ling Yun relied on his extraordinary reflexes to skillfully avoid every sharp attack.

The "Shura Divine Sword" in Ling Yun's hand drew splendid sword lights in the air, and each time it passed by the dragon bone whip, causing a clanging sword sound.

The more Leng Ren fought, the angrier he became. He did not expect that Ling Yun's strength was so high, and every attack was skillfully resolved by Ling Yun.

This made the originally arrogant Leng Ren feel a little embarrassed.

He sped up the frequency of his attacks. The dragon bone whip was like a flexible water snake, sometimes attacking in a straight line, sometimes in a circle, and every blow carried ruthless intent.

When Tian Wuhen saw this, he immediately pulled out the long sword in his hand and prepared to support Ling Yun.

But Ling Yun shook his head: "Brother Tian, ​​there's no need to come over, I can handle it."

As he spoke, Ling Yun waved the Shura Divine Sword in the air. Each sword move was extremely concise, without any unnecessary movements. However, each sword attack was able to neutralize Leng Ren's offensive and counterattack at the critical moment.

Leng Ren felt the pressure. He did not expect that Ling Yun's swordsmanship was so high. Every attack was easily resolved by Ling Yun.

If you want to defeat Ling Yun, you can't drag it out like this.

"Ling Yun, your swordsmanship is good, but do you think you can always avoid my attacks?"

Leng Ren sneered.

Ling Yun smiled faintly: "Since you praise my swordsmanship, then I will let you taste the power of my swordsmanship."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Yun's figure flashed, and the Shura Divine Sword instantly cut through the air and attacked Leng Ren.

Seeing this, Leng Ren hurriedly waved the dragon bone whip to defend himself.

The fierce battle between Ling Yun and Leng Ren continued, and the footprints they left behind had covered the entire area.

Whenever the weapons of the two collide, the ground will shake and mud will scatter, as if the entire nature is shaking from their battle.

Leng Ren used the dragon bone whip to draw streaks of light and shadow in the air, trying to trap Ling Yun.

Ling Yun used the Shura Divine Sword to skillfully neutralize every attack and quickly found opportunities to counterattack.

At this moment, Leng Ren suddenly chuckled: "Ling Yun, I see that your movements are agile, but this is also limiting your abilities."

Immediately, the cold blade circulated the Hunyuan Qi, and the tip of the whip instantly became as hard as steel, piercing Ling Yun straight.

Ling Yun held the hilt of the sword tightly, preparing to receive the cold blade's blow.

However, Leng Ren's whip tip suddenly changed direction, like a flexible water snake, passing through Ling Yun's armpit and going straight to Ling Yun's back.

This time, Ling Yun had no time to react.

When Tian Wuhen saw this scene, he was shocked and shouted quickly: "Ling Yun, watch your back!"

Ling Yun heard Tian Wuhen's warning, but his body could no longer move.

Just when he felt a sharp strong wind coming from behind, a white shadow suddenly appeared beside him, which was the shadow of snow.

The snow shadow turned into an ice wall, blocking Ling Yun's back, and firmly caught the cold blade's blow.

Leng Ren's dragon bone whip left a deep mark on Xue Ying's ice wall, but it did not penetrate.

Ling Yun felt a chill, but was not hurt.

He took the opportunity to turn around quickly and slashed at Leng Ren with the Shura Divine Sword.

Leng Ren obviously did not expect that Xue Ying would suddenly appear and was caught off guard by Ling Yun's attack.

He quickly retreated to avoid Ling Yun's attack.

Ling Yun stopped chasing. He turned to look at Xueying and said lightly: "Thank you, Xueying."

Xueying screamed twice, seemingly telling Ling Yun that you're welcome.

Leng Ren adjusted his breathing, looked at Ling Yun, and smiled slightly: "Ling Yun, your pet is really not simple. It seems that I underestimate you."

Ling Yun snorted coldly: "Leng Ren, do you really think you can defeat me by yourself?"

The corners of Leng Ren's mouth rose: "I only know that you can't leave here today."

The wind was as fast as a knife, making Ling Yun's clothes rustle.

Leng Ren stood opposite Ling Yun, the dragon bone whip in his hand floating in the air as if alive, ready to attack at any time.

The surrounding trees seemed to feel the tension between the two, and their leaves trembled slightly, as if they were nervous for the upcoming battle.