In the valley, blood clouds filled the air, mixed with hostility, which could subtly make people's minds shaken and out of control.
Ye Ling sat cross-legged on the ground, a faint radiance glowed on his body, and the Taoist rhyme was naturally derived and faintly flowing on it.
Ye Ling got rid of many distracting thoughts in his mind, making his state of mind clear and clear; the spiritual power in his body started over and over again, and began to continue to impact the Tao orifices in his body.
The gift from the man in white was just a sword technique and had no guidance on how to practice in the Huiling Realm, so Ye Ling had no choice but to explore the technique on his own.
That day, Ye Ling used spiritual power to wrap up the Gang Qi and hit the meridian blockage. It was like a golden gate being shattered. A small pool was instantly filled with spiritual power, making Ye Ling feel that the impurities in his body were purified and his state of cultivation improved.
Ye Ling knew that the method he had discovered was good, so he continued to work on it.
Draw the gourd in the same way, use spiritual power to carry the Gang Qi upwards, and hit the next golden gate. When the two collided, the Golden Gate suddenly collapsed, and spiritual power immediately filled this Taoist orifice.
Ye Ling felt refreshed all over and hit the next orifice again.
But this time it was different from the previous smoothness. The Gang Qi hit the golden gate and was instantly bounced away, but the golden gate remained motionless.
Ye Ling was not in a hurry, and once again used his spiritual power to wrap up the Gang Qi and struck with all his strength. The golden gate collapsed and was filled with spiritual power.
There was no spiritual energy from heaven and earth in the valley. Ye Ling broke through two Taoist orifices in succession and lost a lot of spiritual energy. In order to cope with the unknown danger that followed, Ye Ling did not dare to use too much spiritual power, so he opened his eyes and shook off the dust from his body.
Ye Ling's Qi was deep at this time, and there were some changes from before. Although it was weak, it could be noticed by others.
The scene in front of him changed again. A bloody palace appeared directly in front of Ye Ling. It was full of energy and had many Dao patterns engraved on it.
Ye Ling raised his head to look, but he was met by a huge force of Tao, which shook the sea of consciousness.
Ye Ling hurriedly withdrew his gaze: "These Dao patterns must have come from the powerful hands of seniors. With my current level of cultivation, I can't even look directly at them, let alone comprehend them."
Ye Ling climbed up the steps and entered the main entrance, only to see that there was nothing in Nuo Palace except for a futon in the center, on which sat a Taoist priest whose face he couldn't see clearly.
This man was dressed in black, with a faint demonic aura lingering around him, but his face was blurry and chaotic, and his appearance could not be identified.
Sensing Ye Ling's approach, the man said, "Human monk, why are you here?"
Ye Ling's expression was calm, and his cultivation seemed to be immersed in sharpness, like a sword unsheathed, shining with cold light.
"Look for an opportunity!"
"Opportunity?" The man laughed: "I have been meditating here for five hundred years, and I have never found any opportunity."
Ye Ling asked in a normal tone, "Are you a demon?"
"I am a demon cultivator, not a demon clan." This person clarified: "The demon clan comes from the underground underworld, and I am a human being just like you. It's just that you practice swordsmanship, and I cultivate the devil's path, both for The three religions hate each other!"
"Why?"
Ye Ling was puzzled. Although he had come into contact with demonic cultivators for the first time and had almost died in the previous illusion, he had to admit that the demonic cultivation techniques were extremely mysterious. There are three thousand avenues. There is no distinction between high and low, good and evil, good and evil. They are just different paths leading to the same destination.
The man burst out laughing: "Seven emotions and six desires are the foundation of human beings, but those who claim to be righteous must abandon their passions and seek the road. My demonic skills can tear apart their ridiculous disguise, so how can I not be jealous of them? ? Your swordsmanship is too sharp, and some people are unhappy with you, so they try their best to suppress you. You and I will both be wandering people!"
Ye Ling's expression was calm, and he would not be stirred up by a few simple words. The first thing I learned when I entered the world of monks - don't trust others!
The man added: "But it is not easy to be able to break through three illusions just after setting foot in the Huiling Realm. It is said that there are many talents in sword cultivation. This is true."
Ye Ling sneered: "Maybe you are just the fourth illusion!"
"Me?" The man said with a smile: "The truth is also false when it is fake. Why bother to seek if it is real and illusory? All appearances are not real, all in one thought!"
Ye Ling's eyes shone with divine light, and the aura sword in his hand instantly condensed into reality. He slashed forward with a sword. The sound of the sword's roar shook the hall, and the sharp energy cut through the void!
"Everything is in vain, so why are you so stubborn!"
The man waved his right hand, and a streak of demonic energy turned into a big hand with a majestic momentum. He grabbed it from the air and seemed to tear Ye Ling's blade into pieces.
"boom--"
After a loud noise, the devil's hand collapsed; the sharp energy left a sword mark in the hall and splashed gravel.
"There are three thousand avenues, I will destroy them with one sword! No matter if you are really an illusion, I will fight you first!"
Ye Ling's figure moved, Tao Yun flowed, and the sharp energy rushed into the long sword crazily, slashing forward a total of forty-nine swords. Taoism achieves enlightenment at forty-nine, and attains perfection at eighty-one. The forty-nine swords were already the strongest blow that Ye Ling could deliver!
The forty-nine swords are superimposed, and the power is increased a hundred times. The sound of the swords is like a mountain collapsing, and the heaven and earth are falling; the sharp energy spreads throughout the hall, and the power can destroy all methods!
This person no longer dared to hold himself up, so he stood up and pinched the spell in front of his chest with both hands. Demonic energy surged around his body crazily, forming a demonic shadow to protect his body.
The edge of the sword destroyed all magic, the demon's phantom exploded, and the demonic energy overflowed. This man screamed miserably, and was absorbed by the sharp energy. His clothes were chopped into pieces, and his flesh and blood were mixed!
After the dust cleared, the man fell to the ground with blood dripping from his body and screamed: "You can't kill me. If you kill me, you will never get out of this illusion!"
With a slash of the sword, the stone palace collapsed. The valley reappeared in front of Ye Ling's eyes, filled with blood clouds. Towering peaks on both sides reached into the clouds.
"I will find a way out on my own, I don't need you to make any noise!"
Stepping forward, an old man walked towards him. The old man's beard and hair were all white, his face was haggard, his body was hunched over, and he walked over with his hands behind his back: "I'm a little tired, so let's end it!"
Ye Ling's mind froze. The old man in front of him couldn't feel the slightest bit of Qi, but at a glance, he felt that the sea was shaking and he was restless.
The old man had no intention of taking action, but said in a calm tone: "I will send you out, and don't come in again. You are young, your cultivation and state of mind are far beyond ordinary people, you will definitely have a lot of potential in the future, there is no need to throw your life away here, it is better to go Bar!"
Ye Ling felt in his heart that the old man in front of him was definitely beyond his ability to deal with, and he even had a little less desire to fight. But the rag guide was no accident. In order to find this opportunity, Ye Ling could not take a step back.
With this thought in his mind, the sword in his hand appeared. Ye Ling's face was expressionless, and his whole body was covered with sharp energy. The sound of the sword's roar cut through the sky and shook the mountain wall.
The old man nodded approvingly: "The knowledge of swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. It would be a pity if you died here today. Young man, it's not too late to leave now. I will definitely keep my promise and send you out of the stone palace safely. Don't let me down." Good intention!"
Ye Ling's eyes were firm and his tone was cold: "Good intentions and bad intentions have nothing to do with me. It's just that if you want me to retreat today, the only way is to fight to the death!"
Ye Ling's situation opened up and pointed directly at his heart. If he takes a step back at this moment, his mood will be damaged, and it will be even more difficult for him to make progress in the future.
The sword cultivator has a sharp edge, even if it is just too easy to break, he will still fight to the death!
The old man shook his head and sighed: "This is your destiny, don't force it. Since you want to die, I will no longer dissuade you. Since you insist on fighting, just fight him!"
Ye Ling looked in the direction of the old man's finger and his mind sank.
Peng Jiao was dressed in a green shirt, with a haggard face. The snake staff in his hand was faintly glowing, and the Taoist charm was flowing. The Taoist force released by his movements had already made Ye Ling tired of dealing with it, and his body was unstable.
For the Great Demon of the Immortal Realm, the gap in the realm is difficult to bridge, and it cannot be bridged by skills and understanding.
The canopy dragon stepped forward, knelt down on one knee towards the old man, and said in a humble tone: "Greetings to the master! It was the old slave's negligence that allowed this human race to disturb the master's repairs. I will clean him up immediately!"
The old man's expression suddenly changed, and his tone was cold: "It was the critical moment for me to recover my skills, but I was interrupted and all my efforts were wasted! If you can't successfully cast a spell to save her, you have to bear the consequences yourself!"
Peng Jiao's face changed drastically, and he begged: "Master, you must return to your peak no matter what, help me save Wei'er, I will kill this kid right now, and then find blood essence for you!"
The old man turned around and took a few steps back: "Move quickly and don't make me wait too long."
"yes!"
Peng Jiao turned around to face Ye Ling, surrounded by spiritual energy. A majestic Tao force was like a huge wave, making continuous ripples in the void and crushing towards Ye Ling.
Ye Ling stepped forward, and the long sword turned into a sharp edge. He slashed out like a rock at the head of a tide, cutting through the waves.
"Little tricks!"
The flood peak surged up and submerged the edge of the sword in one fell swoop, carrying Ye Ling and flying several feet away before falling to the ground.
Ye Ling groaned, feeling the sea of consciousness vibrate, his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The sharp energy dispersed outside his body, making it difficult to condense again.
The gap between the two realms is too big. Peng Jiao just crushed him with his Tao force, but Ye Ling was already unable to withstand it. If it weren't for Ye Ling using Gang Qi to refine his body, and his body was so strong as that of Shenting, he would have been dead at this moment.
