Traveling through the heavens starting from the prequel of Lotus Lantern

But he didn't expect that the golden talisman was not close yet, but was smashed to pieces by the sword energy overflowing from the sword light.

When Yan Chixia saw this, she secretly smacked her tongue. She didn't expect that Yang Jiao's skill level was so deep and not inferior to him. Unfortunately, his current state was not at its peak.

He could only grit his teeth and fight hard. Luck used 120% of his power to hit twelve talismans one after another, pressing against the sword light.

At this time, Yang Jiaoyixi's sword had been sheathed and he was watching Yan Chixia's movements calmly.

If the power of the Sky-Destroying Sword Technique was really that simple, it wouldn't be the unique skill of the Holy Lord of the Yin Yue Dynasty.

It is a swordsmanship that combines the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit into one, and mixes it with majestic demonic energy to achieve a killing blow that exceeds its own limits.

Not to mention that his own skills are now on par with Yan Chixia's, and the sword-slaying technique of slashing the sky is a swordsmanship specially designed to fight for leapfrogging.

Just saying that Yan Chixia had lived in the Cave of Despair for a long time, and her body was infected by the demonic energy in the Yin Yue Youquan, so she simply could not exert her full strength.

In his current state, how could he resist this sword?

Whether it was too late or soon, Yan Chixia saw the twelve talismans being shattered one after another.

His eyes darkened, he didn't know what he thought of, and a look of determination appeared on his face.

"The sky and the earth are infinite, the Xuanxin is righteous, and the five elements are divine thunder."

Yan Chixia chanted the incantation and used all her strength to bring out the magic power in her body, causing the righteous energy of heaven and earth to turn into divine thunder.

The thunderous air ball with a diameter of three feet blasted towards the sword light.

"boom!"

The collision between the sword light and the divine thunder forced the space to vibrate with a rustling sound, and smoke and dust were billowing all around, with flying sand and rocks flying.

Yang Jiao immediately jumped up with the four sages of the Demon Palace, stood in the void, and looked down.

"Holy Lord, has Yan Chixia been killed by the sword?" Wu Jian behind him asked in a rather excited tone.

"If Xuan Xin's authentic cultivation skills are measured in terms of talismans, they are divided into four levels: yellow, purple, gold, and blood."

"The yellow talisman is an authentic disciple of Xuan Xin, and the purple talisman is a master at the level of elder god general."

"The level of the golden talisman is that of the sect masters of the Xuanxin Zongzong. Currently, the couple Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang, as well as Jin Guang, the current sect leader of the Xuanxin Zongzong, are masters at this level."

"As for the blood talisman level, among the previous sect leaders of Xuanxin Sect, there are very few people who can reach this level."

"This Holy Lord has not yet reached perfection in the Heavenly Demon Sacred Armor Sutra, but has only reached the eighth level, and the skill of slashing the sky and drawing the sword has only reached the seventh level of perfection."

"In terms of pure cultivation skills, they are roughly the same. Although I had the upper hand just now, under Yan Chixia's desperate measures, I may not die so easily."

"You must know that Yan Chixia is a world-famous righteous master. She has been exorcising demons for decades without ever failing." Yang Jiao replied casually.

Hearing this, the four sages of the Demon Palace grinned. Lord Shengjun, do you think that killing the famous Yan Chixia to the point of death with one move is roughly equal?

After a while, the smoke and dust underneath cleared away, and the pitted and devastated land was first revealed.

Yang Jiao and the four sages of the Demon Palace glanced at each other, and sure enough, Yan Chixia was nowhere to be seen, and they didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

The four sages of the Demon Palace landed on the ground first and quickly began to search for traces of Yan Chixia.

Not long after, the Four Demons reported to Yang Jiao, but he was not found.

Yang Jiao was not surprised by this. Anyway, as far as Yan Chixia's injuries were concerned, death was still a serious injury, so there was no need to worry about it.

Then he led the four sages of the Demon Palace into the Cave of Despair. As soon as they entered the cave entrance, they saw the bottom of the cave.

There is a deep tunnel filled with deep and soul-destroying demonic energy. The source of the demonic energy gathered at the end of the tunnel makes the four sages of the Demon Palace, who are great demons, even more intimidated.

"Holy Lord, the demonic energy emitted by this Yinshi Youquan is difficult to create even if we gather the power of our Yinyue Dynasty. We should go back first and then think about it." Wu Jian beside Yang Jiao said. advised.

At this time, Yang Jiao could clearly feel that the rich and pure demonic energy was being continuously absorbed by the body, following the movement of the Heavenly Demon Holy Armor.

The efficiency of absorption is also constantly improving, and soon all the demonic energy in the tunnel is absorbed.

He couldn't help but open his hands, with a look of intoxication on his face, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was good, it felt like going home.

At this time, the four sages of the Demon Palace also discovered Yang Jiao's strange behavior and the obvious changes in the environment.

They all looked at Yang Jiao worriedly: "Holy Lord."

In vain, Yang Jiao opened his eyes, and a pair of blue pupils, infected by the demonic energy, flashed past.

"Nothing's wrong, I've never felt so good."

After that, he ordered: "Asuras, evil dragons, and hungry ghosts, please go back to the big tent camp to take charge of the overall situation, and pay attention to the movements of Xuanxin Zhengzong at all times."

"Wujian, you stay here to protect me."

When the four sages of the Demon Palace saw that Yang Jiao was conscious and clear and that there was no backlash in his body, they immediately suppressed their worries and took the order to leave.

At the same time, the four sages of the Demon Palace were shocked, wondering how far Yang Jiao's demonic skills had reached.

They couldn't even avoid contamination with this kind of demonic energy. How could they take the initiative to absorb it and use it for practicing?

As Shura, the evil dragon, and the hungry ghosts returned to the camp, Wujian sat cross-legged outside the Cave of Despair to protect the Dharma, and Yang Jiao walked slowly into the tunnel and went straight to the mouth of the spring of the underworld.

On the other side, Yan Chixia's face was like gold paper, and she staggered straight in one direction.

Not long after, a continuous mountain villa came into view, with the four characters "Jueqing Villa" written on the plaque on the door.

Yan Chixia took a deep breath and finally reached the gate of Jueqing Villa.

Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he fell down on the edge of the door, stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and knocked loudly.

After a while, a man in red opened the door. After seeing Yan Chixia lying on the ground, he quickly went back to notify Sima Sanniang in the villa.

Soon, a beautiful woman who still had charm came over quickly with an anxious look on her face.

Seeing Yan Chixia who was seriously injured and scarred, she immediately used her magic power to make a healing talisman.

After a while, Yan Chixia's body was covered with talismans for treating external injuries, and a row of talismans for treating internal injuries hung on her forehead.

After finishing, he immediately squatted down, helped Yan Chixia up, shook her gently and shouted:

"Yan Chixia, Yan Chixia." Seeing that Yan Chixia was still unconscious, Sima Sanniang cast a spell with one hand to add magic to the talisman on Yan Chixia's forehead.

Suddenly, Yan Chixia's eyelids twitched. Seeing this, Sima immediately shouted:

"Big beard, big beard."

"Sanniang, I'm not dreaming." Yan Chixia opened her eyes drowsily, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Big Bearded, it's me, why are you injured like this?" After saying that, he wanted to quickly bring Yan Chixia into the villa to treat his injuries.

"Sanniang!"

Yan Chixia stopped her, grabbed Sima Sanniang's forearm, and said with a smile on her face and great satisfaction:

"I'm really happy to hear you call me like this for a long time, and see you care about me. I know that at my age, it's a bit too much to say such things, but I'm afraid if I don't say it now , I will never have a chance to say it again."

"I risked my life from serious injuries just to tell you a few words from my heart." Yan Chixia coughed up blood as she spoke.

"bearded"

Sima Sanniang shook her head and said quickly:

"No, you have forgotten my medical skills, but you are the best in the world. I will never let you die."

After saying that, he wanted to help Yan Chixia up quickly, but was tightly held by his hand.