Someone always brushes my favorability

His eyes fell on Ling Xiao who was meditating, and his eyes were dim.

Yan Chi knew that Ling Xiao's soul was injured, as long as he exchanged a soul-replenishing pill for Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao's injury would be completely cured in an instant.

However, Yan Chi did not intend to exchange for the soul-replenishing pill.

He always likes to maximize profits when doing things. Ling Xiao is not in a desperate situation yet, and now is not a good time to give charcoal in the snow.

Half an hour later, Yan Chi watched indifferently as Ling Xiao entered the field injured. Gu Xian'er probably thought the same as Yan Chi, and also remained silent.

The two had their own thoughts, watching Ling Xiao face one opponent after another in the ring.

There are disciples of the Jindan Late Stage of the Beast Sect, disciples of the Sword Sect who are also sword cultivators... There is also the Demon Lord Jiuyou, a monk of the Guizong Yuanying.

After Ling Xiao challenged the nine opponents, on the floating stone where Guizong was located, Jiuyou Mojun stood up from the ghost cultivation, his figure fluttered lightly, and landed on the floating arena.

He was Ling Xiao's last opponent.

"My God! Why is fellow Daoist Ling of the Immortal Daomen so unlucky?"

"Fellow Daoist Ling's last opponent is Nascent Soul Demon Lord! It seems that he is doomed to miss the place in the Floating Bamboo Forest."

"Yeah, it's a pity..."

On the floating stone field where the Xiandaomen is located, many fellow members of the Xiandaomen looked worried, and sweated for Ling Xiao from the bottom of their hearts.

That is Nascent Soul Demon Monarch!

Although everyone knows that Ling Xiao's swordsmanship is excellent and powerful, and he was able to challenge the Jindan monks in the foundation building stage, and now the Jindan stage can also single out the Nascent Soul monks.

But this time is different, he has already fought against nine monks in a row, and if he faces the Nascent Soul Demon Monarch in his heyday, will he have a chance of winning?

Gu Xian'er's eyes were even more tearful, and she glanced at Yan Chi, hesitant to speak, and whispered to Ling Xiao: "It would be great if senior brother took the Creation Pill..."

A dim light flashed in Yan Chi's eyes, but he couldn't tell that Gu Xian'er, the white lotus, was secretly applying eye drops in front of Ling Xiao.

"So the nephew is blaming the uncle?" Yan Chi looked at Gu Xian'er and said coldly.

Gu Xianer opened her eyes wide in surprise, her lips parted slightly and said, "Uncle, you misunderstood me, how dare I blame you... I'm just a pity, if senior brother eats the Fortune Pill, he will definitely be promoted to Nascent Soul cultivator..."

While talking, she still looked at Ling Xiao with aggrieved eyes.

Gu Xian'er's what-ifs and assumptions made many fellow disciples agree, and they couldn't help feeling sorry for the Good Fortune Pill.

"That's right, if Senior Brother Ling takes the Good Fortune Pill, he will definitely be able to deal with that

Nine Nether Demon Monarch..."

"After Senior Sister Gu took that Creation Pill, her cultivation instantly rose to the Golden Core Stage. If it was Brother Ling, she would definitely be promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage..."

Some young Foundation Establishment disciples couldn't help talking, they didn't blame Uncle Jiyue, they just felt sorry for it.

Hearing these words, Ling Xiao couldn't help frowning.

He stood up and admonished the fellow disciples behind him, "Okay! What are you talking about? Cultivate your mind. Our monks should move forward steadily in practice. How can we just want to take shortcuts? Good fortune Don't bring up the matter of Dan again!"

Even if the Good Fortune Pill has no side effects, but after the cultivation base soars, the state of mind can't keep up. Is it a good thing for the monks?

Ling Xiao's words were like thunder, hitting the heads of these Foundation Establishment Junior Brothers and Sisters, instantly making everyone's heads drenched in cold sweat.

Zhenjun Tianheng, who had a panoramic view of everything, nodded repeatedly in his heart.

A gleam of relief flashed in Zhenjun Shuhua's eyes, and then he was worried about the final battle.

"A Xiao!"

When Ling Xiao was about to jump onto the floating arena to fight, Yan Chi stretched out his hand to stop him.

"What's the matter, Uncle Master?" Ling Xiao looked at the hand blocking him and asked calmly.

There was a smile on Yan Chi's face, and he turned his hand, revealing a jade bottle in his palm.

"There is a recovery pill inside. After taking it, no matter how much injury you suffer, no matter how much spiritual energy you consume in your body, you can recover instantly."

Ling Xiao's opponent was Nascent Soul Demon King. Yan Chi was worried that Ling Xiao would lose the game and would not be able to get a place in the Floating Bamboo Forest, which would abort his strategy plan, so he spent [-] points to exchange for a recovery pill from the system mall. Charcoal in the snow.

"Master, there is nothing wrong with this Fuyuan Pill." Tuanzi said in Ling Xiao's ear, Yan Chi had just exchanged the Fuyuan Pill from the system mall, and even if he wanted to do something, it was too late.

"Thank you, uncle." Ling Xiao took the jade bottle from Yan Chi's hand, cupped his hands and thanked him, and landed on the floating ring.

"Brother-"

Gu Xian'er was a step late, holding the defensive tool in her hand, she was a little annoyed that Yan Chi took the first step.

Looking at the floating arena again, Demon Lord Jiuyou looked at Ling Xiao, with a sneer on his evil and handsome face.

"Boy, today is your death day!"

He sacrificed the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner, and immediately, black ghost aura continuously emerged around the ring, completely enveloping Ling Xiao's figure.

There was darkness in front of him, and he was trapped in the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner.

Ling Xiao's eyes were condensed, and he grasped his natal spirit sword tightly.

, with a piercing chill.

There were bursts of ghost crying in my ears, and the shrill voice made people psychic, and Ling Xiao frowned uncomfortably.

A gust of dark wind came from behind, Ling Xiao swung his long sword and swept away, thunder surged, the refined ghost screamed, and his solid figure became transparent.

"Humph!"

But he heard a cold snort, which sounded in the dark sky, it was the voice of Jiuyou Demon Lord.

Danger!

A sense of danger appeared that made the hairs stand on end.

I saw countless ghosts suddenly appearing, and the sharp long armor lingering with ghosts emerged from the ten fingers, piercing the air, as if to tear Ling Xiao to pieces!

Ling Xiao's expression remained unchanged, the dark purple sword intent formed a thunder net around his body, and there were flashes of lightning from time to time, and the time was not more or less, when the sharp long armor lingering with ghosts was about to touch his black Taoist robe , crackling sounded.

Lei Huo restrained Yin and evil, and after several fights, these ghosts could not stand Ling Xiao.

However, with the fight, Ling Xiao's face became more and more solemn.

The formation of ghosts in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner seems to be endless, and they keep coming. You must break through the formation and leave quickly, otherwise, when the spiritual energy in your body is exhausted, Ling Xiao can only be slaughtered by the Demon Lord Jiuyou!

Just where is the eye?

Ling Xiao was thinking quickly while beheading the ghosts.

Suddenly, he hooked his lips into a smile, and his eyes fell directly on the dark sky.

He condensed the spiritual energy in his body and attached it to the Crimson Shadow Sword. Immediately, the crimson light burst out, and the thunder light surged. Ling Xiao's whole body was like a flying swallow, attacking towards the sky.

Sword intent sweeps!

With a powerful force, it seems to be able to annihilate everything.

"Don't think about it!"

With a burst of shouting, the wind and clouds surged in the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners, which turned into substantial ghost energy and churned, condensing into a huge monster with a minotaur face.

Jiuyou Demon Lord refined his dead summoned beast Hei Bawang into the ghost core of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner Formation.

The black overlord pulled up the mountains and rivers, clenched his fists and brought a howling wind, and hit towards Ling Xiao.

Outside the Wangui Banner, floating on the ring.

I saw the pitch-black ghost energy suddenly soaring, as if something terrifying broke out of the ground, and the terrifying coercion like a god and demon made people breathless!

Under the arena, all the disciples of the righteous way did not blink, they stared at the lingering ghostly aura in the arena.

Who will win and lose in this fight?

Everyone is watching.

Time passed little by little.

Suddenly, a hole seemed to be torn out of the lingering ghost aura, and a dazzling sword light shot up into the sky. The radiance was so brilliant that all the monks present subconsciously closed their eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the gloomy ghostly aura had disappeared. On the floating ring, Ling Xiao's expression

Indifferent, the black Taoist robe was whistling in the wind, and the long sword in his hand pointed directly at the Demon Lord Jiuyou.

"Very good, you actually broke the demon king's myriad ghost formation!"

The ten thousand ghost banners in his hand were tattered and tattered, the Nine Nether Demon Lord smiled instead of anger, and threw it casually, his whole momentum changed suddenly, his hands turned into pitch-black sharp claws, and the roc rushed towards Ling Xiao viciously like a roc spreading its wings!

The sharp and sharp claws flashed a cold light in the air, and wherever the ghostly energy went, the space was distorted and torn into huge black cracks one after another.

The sound of the wind whistling in the crack, with a strong suction force, cut the world apart, Ling Xiao's complexion changed, and he dodged like an afterimage at a high speed, and circled behind the Nine Nether Demon Lord, the sword intent condensed, aroused the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and slashed down with one sword!

The originally dark blue sky gathered dark clouds, and the dark purple thunder fell from the sky——

Nine Nether Demon Monarch's face was serious, his figure flickered, and countless afterimages appeared on the floating arena, making it hard to tell where his real body was.

Rumble!

After the mighty sky thunder passed, all the afterimages of the Nine Nether Demon Lord disappeared, and only that black figure remained on the entire floating arena.

"Brother Ling, did you win?"

Under the arena, the disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect saw this, with surprise on their faces.

But in the next second, the surprise froze on his face, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

On the empty floating arena, behind Ling Xiao, a trace of black air appeared out of thin air, and gradually condensed into a black-robed figure, delivering a fatal blow!

Danger--

Alarm bells rang in his heart, Ling Xiao turned around and swept back at top speed, but it was too late!

He crushed the jade pendant given by the ancestor.

boom!

The strong white light collided with the pair of huge ghost hands, and there was an explosion that resounded through the sky.

The powerful impact seemed to break through the restriction of the arena. After the explosion, everything returned to calm.

There was no one in the arena, and Jiuyou Demon Lord and Ling Xiao disappeared.

"what happened!"

"Why is Brother Ling missing?"

The disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect turned pale with shock.

Yan Chi and Gu Xian'er's expressions changed because of this unexpected scene, and they asked their own system tacitly, what's going on?

[The powerful explosion tore apart the space, leading to the appearance of a time-space black hole, and Jiuyou Demon Lord and Ling Xiao were involved. 】

[Ling Xiao's current location is unknown and is not within the system's search range. 】

The systems of the two said at the same time, Yan Chi and Gu Xian'er looked at each other, and both saw the other's undisguised malice.

Since Ling Xiao is not here, why not take this opportunity and concentrate on solving the other party first?

"Master, how about we take a gamble?" Gu Xian'er walked up to Yan Chi's side, and her voice rang in Yan Chi's ear when she turned around.

"What are you gambling?"

Yan Chi lowered his head slightly, looking at Gu Xian'er's weak and innocent face, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

"Gamble your life!"

Gu Xian'er curled her lips into a smile.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-2023:33:52~2020-11-2121:01:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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