Quarreling every day is said to be a show of affection

The coming of several attacks made Jing Ling excited for a moment, but the excitement of the battle faded away after a slight tilt.

Because the attacks on his body didn't contain much killing intent, and the opponent didn't have killing intent, he couldn't take the initiative to hunt and kill the opponent, so he couldn't help but lose interest.

Suddenly, Jing Ling's gaze sharpened, passing through the demons surrounding them, he looked at Xiao Zhuo hovering in the air.

On the hillside, a rain of swords hit the bottom of the valley from nowhere, and the energy locked onto Xiao Zhuo.Because the sword rain was too fierce and too fast, Xiao Zhuo only had time to dodge the leopard's claws attacking behind him, melted his wings, wrapped his body tightly, and the defensive cover of Ningfang Jade Talisman was activated instantly.

Jingling stretched out his robe sleeves, dodging dozens of besieging demon kings, and at the same time, several arrays flew out from the corners of the sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to Xiao Zhuo's side before Jian Yu, almost before Jian Yu attacked Xiao Zhuo. When the defensive cover is removed, the array disk will be activated instantly.

Xiao Zhuo's Ningfang Jade Talisman defense cover should be more than enough to deal with these sword rains, but what makes Jing Ling unhappy is that this kind of sneak attack is only aimed at Xiao Zhuo, so what he sacrificed for Xiao Zhuo was a tracking array.

The sword rain that hit the light blue pattern on the formation plate suddenly changed direction, reflecting the direction it came from.

Jing Ling sprang up, stopped in the air, fixed his eyes on Jian Yu's whereabouts, and instantly found his target among the monsters dodging on the hillside, which was Fang Chen and Chang Dong, Xiao Zhuo's old enemy.

Fang Chen and Chang Dong in this room sensed something was wrong, so they retreated first. In the other room, Xiao Zhuo had already discovered the identity of the attacker when Jian Yu changed direction. Pull, like a flying falcon coming out of the mountain, chase away.

And Jing Ling, who also wanted to pursue him, stopped after receiving Xiao Zhuo's final gaze.

It was too late, but it was so fast, the surrounding audience only felt that Jing Ling had escaped the besieging dozens of demon cultivators in an instant, and still had enough energy to block the fatal move for Xiao Zhuo, track down the murderer, and then float down leisurely, ready to continue to meet the enemy.

But the demons who had besieged him before had already lost the intention of besieging him under the awe of his strength.

The demon king who can support the sweet territory of Ningfang can be seen with just one move, and he is definitely not someone who is waiting for nothing.

However, just when the demons wanted to retreat and were about to withdraw, a group of demons who were ready to move and fight with Xixiang exploded in an instant, and suddenly gave up the fighting with Xixiang and attacked Jing Ling. Come.

Compared with the original siege of small fights, this group of people's attacks were sharper, and Jing Ling, the targeted target, was the first to discover the powerful killing intent released by the other party.

There is only a trace of killing intent, but Jing Ling has successfully driven away the lack of interest just now: Emma, ​​I can finally kill without scruples!God of Artifacts, treat me like me, thank you!

Because of being too excited, Jing Ling's eyes were bright and brilliant, and a blush of excitement rarely appeared on his usually pale face.

He pulled up suddenly, took out his accompanying twin swords from his body, and blazed with bright white heart flames, he turned around and slashed at the ambushers.

Jing Ling's reaction was so quick that the ambushers hadn't even reacted from Jing Ling's dispirited expression just now. Jing Ling had already jumped up, and the attack from the two-handed sword came in the blink of an eye.

The threat of death came all over the head, and before he could think about effective defensive measures, he vaguely felt the separation of his head and body, and lost the ability to control the demon core in his body.

"Could this... be the true strength of alchemist Jingling?" Before their lives died, this thought crossed their minds, but they never had the chance to explore it.

Of course, there are also those who have strong spiritual consciousness and have not disappeared. Their souls turn into a stream of light and disappear into the sky.

The bright white flames followed the attacker's wound, scorching the two cuts evenly without a trace of blood oozing out.The bodies of the attackers fell to the ground with the passing of their lives, and turned into piles of monster beasts several meters high, corresponding to their broken bodies, presenting a strange beauty.

Accompanied by the "bang bang bang" sound of the demon cultivators' bodies falling to the ground, the demon cultivators on both sides, who were still in full swing just now, suddenly stopped their movements and opened their eyes wide.

Even though the fight just now was too fast, their spiritual consciousness watched from the beginning to the end.

In just two breaths of time, dozens of demon kings who were evenly matched with them just now fell instantly. This speed is too fast!

Moreover, such a quick battle ended because Jing Ling didn't use the law, didn't use the natural ability, didn't use the poison pill..., just relying on the two swords and the beast fire on the two swords.This kind of terrifying strength, even if it is said that he is a demon king in disguise, all the demon cultivators present will firmly believe it.

A group of demon cultivators who had just retreated and gave up fighting Jing Ling suddenly felt a layer of cold sweat on their backs. Fortunately, they withdrew early just now, otherwise the two neat pieces of meat lying on the ground now would be theirs body?

The chaotic fighting field fell silent instantly because of the "bang bang bang" sound of pieces of meat.

All the monsters in the village involuntarily took a step back, until now, they were valuing Jingling's strength, instead of treating him as a little demon king who accidentally saved their king, was lucky, and had the same strength as them ; and the cat-type demon cultivators whose demon power was not running smoothly after being smoked by the smell of chicken manure, their complexions were pale and their backs were stiff, and it was the first time that they recognized this legendary lucky man who could touch the alchemist of laws. real strength.

All the monsters looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a brief silence, the cat-type demon cultivators who besieged the fowl monsters in the village retreated and evacuated in unison.The remaining leak pickers on the hillside disappeared instantly, and as for the remaining village beasts, they all stood with their backs straight and their hips tucked in, ready to listen to Jing Ling's teachings.

Jing Ling: "..." This is a rare country fowl who is willing to listen to him with a solemn gaze, which is rare in ten thousand years.

"Bastard, after your one soul returned, your strength has increased again. This time it is not as strenuous as you killed those dozens of demon kings last time."

Jing Ling nodded: "Indeed. But the demon kings this time are far less powerful than those last time." He looked towards the slope of the opposite mountain with feeling, and there was no breath at the place where he found Haolan.

Although he didn't know if it was his plan this time, from the bottom of his heart he was grateful to the other party for giving him the opportunity to relieve his itching.

Sweeping away the complicated thoughts in his mind, Jing Ling looked at the monsters behind him: "The next time you go out, you still need to be careful and safe, after all, the demon Lord Zhedong is not by your side."

All the monsters nodded hastily, and after a while the black big-headed chicken whispered: "Alchemist Jingling, it's fine. Our lord said that if we can't deal with it, we can just throw chicken dung balls. The chicken dung in our hometown Throwing the ball all over Yizhou is invincible, unless we are a local demon, otherwise we basically can't stand the smell, hehehe."

Jing Ling: "..." This method of mobilizing hatred is worthy of Zhe Dong's true biography, he obeys it!

I don't know whether Zhedong, who has not experienced too many setbacks and is full of spirits, can last until the end...

After chatting with the group of chickens again, all the monsters rushed away after expressing their gratitude.In just a few breaths, the valley that was originally infested with monsters, except for the corpses everywhere, only Jing Ling and Kong Lingyu were left.

Jing Ling first contacted Xiao Zhuo, and after confirming that the other party did not need his help, he turned his head and looked at Kong Lingyu, who had been staring at him firmly behind his back, resisting the awkward feeling that the other party suddenly appeared in sight, and said: "Why? gone?"

Kong Lingyu smiled brightly: "I'm just curious. You were obviously very excited when you killed people just now, but you kept controlling yourself not to kill more. Why?"

Jing Ling was stunned for a moment, then reflexively replied: "Of course it's because of cause and effect."

"Karma?" Kong Lingyu threw a ball of beast fire from his fingertips, carefully burned the remaining blood on the ground, and laughed in a low voice: "I thought it was because you didn't like the smell of blood. But karma, only the orthodox Taoist monks only pay attention to these things, it seems that you have decided to embark on the road."

Jing Ling was startled, looking at Kong Lingyu who seemed to know everything about him, suddenly thought of a question: He has seen his own body, so he should know his identity, what about him?The mountain of blood and bones, the unjust creatures; the hidden secret method of cultivation that never appeared in his memory; What is certain is that even if the other party has not seized the home, the real identity is by no means as simple as "one's past".

In the end, his gaze was fixed on Kong Lingyu's blood-stained beast fire. The beast fire was black and red, not the red in his memory, but red mixed with deep black. The collision of colors was more gorgeous and eye-catching. But also more dangerous and terrifying.

He pursed his morbid lips: "You have read my single soul, and you have a basic understanding of me, but I don't know anything about you. As you said, it's not fair. You can keep your ** , but I want to ask for a basic right to know."

After all, he looked at Kong Lingyu, who was grinning wider and wider at the corners of his mouth, and rarely gave up his image and rolled his eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

Kong Lingyu looked at Jing Ling, and his red clothes shone brightly following Jing Ling's words. He approached him and said, "You are disturbed, and you want to know me. I am very happy. I think this is a good start. I have always I was waiting for you to ask, but you ran away halfway, thinking so, I caught up like this, and the harvest is not bad."

Jing Ling: "..."

"Before that, I want to ask you a question. If you are an orthodox Taoist cultivator, if you become a Taoist partner with me, will you have to bear the murder on me?"

With a sword piercing his heart, he couldn't avoid it, "...so, why did you trick me into making that damn oath?"

Kong Lingyu raised his eyebrows knowingly, a red light flashed in his eyes, and for the first time, the evil energy around him was released and lingered undisguised. Against the background of black and red beast fire behind him, it was like a killing god descending into the world. The original beauty transformed into a chilling one. Scary and evil, but I heard him laughing in a low voice next to my ear: "If I don't force you, the murder on my body will scare you away. There are too many things that Daoxiu needs to worry about. Killing, karma, merit, and vows , so I must strike first.”

Ming Xinhuo: "...You bastard, this kid is clearly an evil star. If you become a Taoist partner with him, you will bear at least half of his murder, so how do you ascend? Don't forget your great master He and Second Master are still waiting for you in the fairyland."

Jing Ling blinked, and the always indifferent Wen Tun mask became serious for the first time. He raised his head, looked straight into Kong Lingyu's eyes without avoiding it for the first time, and said in a clear voice, "So, who are you?"