There was silence among the valleys.
Peng Jiao looked at the snake staff in his hand with deep affection in his eyes: "Weier, I just want you to give me an explanation as to why you lied to me that day?"
The snake staff had a faint green light, but it was still a dead thing.
Ye Ling forcibly suppressed the retrograde blood energy in his body, covered his chest and stood up, staring at Peng Jiao.
In terms of realm cultivation, there was no way that he could survive Peng Jiao's hands. The only way now was to attack the old man behind Peng Jiao.
The old man seemed unfathomable, but he was the only variable now. Ye Ling had no choice but to gamble this time to fight for a chance of survival.
At this point in his thoughts, Ye Ling's eyes flashed with cold light, his whole body's energy surged, and the spiritual energy in his dantian poured into the long sword crazily; the innate energy turned into a sharp edge, wrapping the entire blade, and the sharp energy was as powerful as a rainbow, roaring endlessly.
The next moment, Ye Ling stepped forward and walked straight towards the canopy dragon. At the same time, his sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and he slashed out more than a dozen sword blades in a row, breaking through the air and slashing at him.
"Arrogant!"
Peng Jiao finally revealed his true strength in the Immortal Realm. He shot his sharp gaze at Ye Ling, and dozens of sword blades shattered in front of Peng Jiao as if they had hit a barrier.
At the same time, Ye Ling, who was stared at by the canopy dragon, suddenly froze, as if he was being pressed down by a heavy weight, unable to move.
Ye Ling's mind froze. Pengjiao was a great demon in the realm of immortality. He had to understand the great path and could not compete with it. If Pengjiao really had murderous intentions, he might not be able to hold on for even one breath.
However, Peng Jiao didn't seem to be in a hurry to take Ye Ling's life. Instead, he asked Ye Ling: "Tell me, why did Wei'er lie to me?"
Ye Ling's face was expressionless. Although he didn't know the cause and effect, it could be seen from Peng Jiao's actions that he was trapped by love, which was why there were many abnormalities.
"She definitely didn't mean to lie to you, she...she must have some difficulties!"
Ye Ling thought to himself that the plots of bloody dramas were like this. Since he was trapped in love, he was probably abandoned by others. He must not be provoked at this time, so he talked nonsense like this in the hope that things would turn around.
"Does Wei'er have any difficulties..."
Sure enough, after hearing Ye Ling's words, Peng Jiao's eyes were blurred again, and he looked at the snake staff in his hand with a dull expression, as if he was lost in memories again.
"Weier, if you really have difficulties, why don't you tell me?"
Ye Ling felt happy in his heart. Peng Jiao's thoughts were confused, so the power pressing on him suddenly weakened. As a result, he became able to move freely again.
"Life or death depends on this moment!"
The sword energy is swirling and its sharp edge is revealed. Ye Ling stepped forward, stepped in front of the old man, and slashed out with a sword, using almost all his strength. Success or failure depended on this blow.
Seemingly guessed by Ye Ling, the old man saw Ye Ling suddenly coming toward him. He did not hide away, but screamed: "Peng Jiao, if I die, you will no longer be able to save your little lover!"
Before he finished speaking, Peng Jiao woke up suddenly.
Seeing Ye Ling leapfrog him and kill the old man, Peng Jiao was furious. Suddenly, a wave of power continued to rise, and the entire valley shook. The mountain wall collapsed, and the wind and clouds changed color, like the sky falling, crushing towards Ye Ling. Come.
Although Ye Ling has refined his body with Gangqi and cleansed his mind, his body and mind are far beyond those of ordinary monks, but these are still insignificant in the face of the absolute realm. The difference in cultivation level between Ye Ling and Peng Jiao is so big that there is no way to make up for it.
Under the crushing pressure of the avenue, Ye Ling felt that his body was about to burst, and every joint was making noise, as if he would die at any time.
Ye Ling's mind was crossed. At this moment, he had nowhere to retreat and could only continue to move forward.
Ye Ling gritted his teeth, his energy and blood surged wildly throughout his body, his sharp energy spread throughout his body, and he slashed at the old man with a desperate sword.
This sword looks very ordinary, without any fancy, and even seems a bit clumsy, but it is the result of all Ye Ling's understanding.
The edge of the sword can destroy all things, and the old man is divided into two parts with just one sword.
But the old man did not die. Instead, his body disappeared and turned into a ball of demonic energy floating in the air. There was no serious problem.
"Jie Jie Jie, you, a little sword boy who has just started, think you can take my life. You are too naive!"
Ye Ling's face was expressionless. The sword he just struck was already his strongest blow. He had used all his cards but failed. The outcome of this battle was already doomed.
"The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon!"
The canopy dragon shouted low, and a green snake phantom roared and roared towards Ye Ling, killing him immediately.
At the critical moment, the rag sword picture in Ye Ling's sea of consciousness suddenly dazzled with golden light, flew out of the body automatically, and blocked in front of Ye Ling. It still had the potential to destroy all laws, and it easily defused the attack of the Peng Jiao.
The moment the rag sword picture appeared, the entire Demon-Suppressing Valley suddenly changed color, and a chilling air spread crazily. The three words "Demon-Suppressing Valley" on the outermost mountain wall shone brightly, and the edge of the sword was released, towards the entire spread in the valley.
The blood clouds that filled the valley actually began to become diluted, revealing a vast Milky Way. The stars rotated and the universe changed, as if there was a divine destiny contained in it.
The demonic energy screamed miserably, and a fear from the depths of the soul blurted out: "Qi Yuan! It's been ten thousand years and you still haven't let me go!"
Peng Jiao's face was pale, and the entire valley was filled with a terrifying sharp energy, which wiped out all his power and even left him unable to resist.
The rag sword image shines brightly, reaching up to Qiongxiao. Not long after, the yin and yang rotated between the vast Milky Way in the sky, and another piece of damaged rag that also glowed appeared in it.
The two pieces of cloth are like yin and yang meeting, attracting each other and becoming one in mid-air.
In an instant, countless phantoms appeared from the rag sword diagram and spread across the void, constantly evolving into various arcane sword styles. Although these are just moves, every move seems to coincide with the movement of the universe and can trigger the great avenue of heaven and earth.
Ye Ling stared at the sky intently. These sword moves were all extraordinary. If a swordsman was watching them, he would probably learn a lot from them.
However, the number of sword cultivators who were lucky enough to see it was probably very rare, so Ye Ling was afraid of missing this opportunity and did not dare to make any omissions.
But after a moment, the shadow returned to the sword diagram, and then the shadow of the man in white appeared again.
The man in white is still imposing and arrogant. His eyes are as cold as a sword, which is breathtaking. He stands with his hands behind his back, as if he is stepping on the world and arrogant.
The demonic energy seemed to be frightened and quickly moved away: "Qi Yuan! I never want to see you again!"
The man in white had no expression on his face, and he grabbed his right hand forward slightly, and the demonic energy seemed to be drawn into the hand of the man in white.
"Ah - Qi Yuan, it's been ten thousand years, why haven't you let me go!"
The demonic energy was trembling in the hands of the man in white, and he kept struggling, trying to escape.
The man in white didn't answer, but he lightly tapped the ball of demonic energy with his left hand, and a white light flashed from his fingertips. Immediately afterwards, the ball of demonic energy dissipated like the blood cloud that filled the sky without leaving any trace.
"Master!" Peng Jiao shouted. If something happened to the demonic energy, he might never be able to resurrect Nian Wei.
But the next moment, a transparent ball appeared in the hand of the man in white, and the face revealed inside was none other than Nian Wei!
"Weier!" Pengjiao couldn't stop crying. This face appeared in front of his eyes almost thousands of times every day, but he shed endless tears every time.
The man in white had an expression of emotion on his face. He actually looked at the canopy dragon and slightly opened his mouth and said: "Under the way of heaven, there is no immortality, no reincarnation, and no afterlife! Even if the demonic energy has all kinds of means and ancestral realm cultivation, it is impossible to help her. Resurrect from the dead and return to the mortal world. You are just a demon born in your heart, just for him to take advantage of!"
"You're talking nonsense! I must resurrect Wei'er and let her tell me why she lied to me!"
Peng Jiao only wants his lover to be resurrected, and will not care about anything else. A few words are unlikely to make him wake up.
The man in white spoke with a lukewarm tone, "Although I can't live as a dead person, with flesh and bones, but her soul is here, I can let you meet for a moment, are you willing?"
Peng Jiao was unmoved: "Who are you and why do you want to help me?"
"It doesn't matter who someone is. If you don't want someone, you won't force it."
The man in white was as angry as the sea, as if nothing could shock him in the slightest.
Peng Jiao was wary, but he didn't feel any malice from the man in white, so he nodded slightly and said, "Senior, please do something!"
The man in white waved his hand, and a white light slowly flowed out from the ball, gradually taking on a human form in front of the canopy dragon, and Nianwei's appearance emerged clearly.
Nian Wei's charming face smiled, and she raised her hand and put it on Peng Jiao's face: "Silly apprentice, why are you so stupid?"
Pengjiao's old face was already covered with tears, especially when the long-lost voice sounded. Tears burst into his eyes for a moment, and he couldn't even say a word.
The next moment, Peng Jiao's appearance changed, and the wrinkles, beard and hair on his face gradually faded away, revealing a young and handsome look.
Just like that day when the two met for the first time...
