"Roar--"
At the foot of a mountain, three tall red demons roared to the sky and ran towards Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's expression remained unchanged, and the green rock wooden sword in his hand burst out with supreme edge. In the midst of lightning and flint, the three-headed demons fell down and died.
Ye Ling put the sword on his back, then stepped forward, took out their magic beads, turned and left.
This was already Ye Ling's third day in the Demon Realm. He found a demon cave in the mountains and stayed temporarily to heal his injuries. If other demons approached, he would use it to practice his sword. His injuries improved and his cultivation level increased day by day.
Back in the cave, Ye Ling sat down cross-legged, placed the three magic beads in front of him, and circulated his spiritual energy to absorb the essence.
Although the magic beads cannot increase one's cultivation level, they can temper one's spiritual consciousness, and their effect should not be underestimated. Although Ye Ling's spiritual consciousness now far exceeds that of monks in the same realm, and is comparable to those at the peak of Lingxu realm, or even those in Yingchong realm. But he knew it wasn't enough.
Ye Lingduo has to face enemies who are much stronger than himself. If he is not careful, he will be killed. Therefore, he has to improve his realm as soon as possible in order to protect himself.
After about a long time, Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly. The three magic beads in front of him had changed from black to purple and lost their luster.
For my own sake, I heard someone at the entrance of the cave say: "Is there anyone in the cave? Sorry for disturbing you!"
With that said, the man stepped in. Ye Ling looked up and saw a young monk, wearing a light yellow robe with blood stains on the corners of his clothes, as if he had just experienced a killing.
"I'm taking the liberty to apologize for disturbing Brother Dao!" The monk bowed his hands and said, "I, Izhiyun Gu Jia, just had a battle with more than a dozen demons and my spiritual power was almost exhausted. I want to stay here for a while. For a moment, please don’t take offense, Brother Dao."
Ye Ling frowned slightly, seeing that his spiritual power was indeed exhausted at the moment, so he acquiesced without saying anything.
Jia Zhiyan then sat cross-legged on the ground and took a few Spiritual Pills to restore his spiritual power. Ye Ling also used his spiritual power to heal his injuries, and there was no intersection.
After an unknown amount of time, the two of them woke up one after another. Jia Zhiyan said: "Looking at the sharp aura around Dao brother, he must be a man of swordsmanship. But I don't know where he was born. What's your surname?"
Ye Ling waved his hand and said: "I am a casual cultivator with no family or sect, and I dare not take my given name seriously. Just call me Li Feng."
Ye Ling smiled bitterly in his heart. In this world, Li Feng's name was almost forgotten.
"Brother Taoist Li, you don't need to be too humble," Jia Zhiyan said with a smile: "Brother Taoist dares to enter this demonic realm because he has cultivated in Huiling Realm. He must be superior to others, but..."
Before he finished speaking, a burst of noise was heard outside the cave:
"Are you sure you are here?"
"It's definitely not wrong. I can see it with my own eyes!"
"Okay, let's go in and take a look!"
Ye Ling stood up suddenly, and the green rock wooden sword fell into his hand, trembling slightly.
Jia Zhiyan's expression changed slightly and he said in a low voice: "Brother Li Dao, what happened?"
Ye Ling didn't answer. He knew that the people outside the cave must be coming for him. He has been healing here these past few days. Although it is secretive, there is no guarantee that he will not be discovered.
When he killed the three demons before, he had already noticed someone peeping in the dark. Ye Ling originally thought it was Jia Zhiyan, but now it seems there is someone else.
Before the people outside could come in, Ye Ling's figure flashed and he rushed out.
I saw a dozen monks at the entrance of the cave, led by a Taoist priest in white, who was a disciple of the Xingyuan Sect.
Ye Ling used his footwork and tried to escape when there was an opportunity. Daochang Liu in white clothes smiled coldly: "Want to leave?"
A large bright yellow handprint grew in the wind, and it moved towards Ye Ling to trap him.
The green rock wooden sword in Ye Ling's hand had a sharp edge, the sound of the sword's roar echoed across the peaks, and a sword energy cut through the sky, cutting the handprint in half.
Daochang Liu in white had a look of shock on his face. He had the strength of Qingyou Realm, but he didn't want to be easily resolved by a Huiling Realm sword cultivator. It was really extraordinary.
Ye Ling took advantage of the force and walked away, bumping into two other Xingyuan Sect disciples. The long sword in his hand danced, and the sharp energy turned into countless sharp blades and swept away.
The two men were not as good as Taoist priest Liu in white. They hurriedly used their spiritual power to protect themselves, but they still could not withstand the edge of the sword. They were cut several times and fell to the ground vomiting blood.
Ye Ling took the opportunity to break out of the siege and swooped away.
"Bastard, let's see where you're going!" Daochang Liu in white got up and chased after him, refusing to let go.
"Hahaha, Liu Jinming, this boy belongs to me!"
A rough voice came, followed by a huge copper cauldron, which came down towards Ye Ling. Not far away, a burly man laughed confidently.
Taoist priest Liu Jinming in white gritted his teeth and shouted: "My Xingyuan Sect found this boy first, Huang Tao, you are unethical!"
"Hahaha," Huang Tao waved his fist and said, "So what if you found it first? With your level of cultivation, you want to capture this kid, so stop dreaming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise was heard, and the bronze tripod in mid-air vibrated and its luster dimmed. Huang Tao hurriedly took it back, and he also suffered a big impact.
Liu Jinming smiled proudly: "This is what will happen to you when you are arrogant. If you don't get out of the way, I will wait for you to surrender!"
Before Liu Jinming could catch up, a gust of wind swept over, and two tornadoes shuttled like dragons and attacked Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's whole body burst with sharp energy, and the green rock wooden sword in his hand drew a mysterious arc, easily resolving the two tornadoes.
Then a monk in green clothes flew up from mid-air. He had an outstanding appearance and a slender figure. He held a folding fan and said, "Ye Ling, hand over the treasure from the Demon Saint Tomb and I will let you go!"
Huang Tao laughed when he heard this: "Another competitor has come, Liu Jinming. You and I should join forces for the time being. Otherwise, it will be too late to regret if someone else succeeds!"
Liu Jinming didn't answer, and since then he was attacking Ye Ling. Two large bright yellow handprints fell like mountains and attacked Ye Ling.
Ye Ling did not dodge, but instead said to the monk in green in front of him: "If you let him kill me, you won't get half of the spiritual stone!"
The monk in green frowned and fanned the wind with the folding fan in his hand. In an instant, dozens of wind blades shot through the air and cut Liu Jinming's two handprints into pieces.
Liu Jinming was angry and annoyed, and shouted: "Who are you, and you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me!"
"roll!"
The aura of the monk in green changed, and a majestic Taoist force suddenly overwhelmed all directions, causing both Liu Jinming and Huang Tao to change their expressions.
"Lingxu Realm Cultivation!" Liu Jinming hurriedly dodged to avoid it and said coldly: "Since you insist on intervening, it's fine, but I, Xingyuan Sect, have recorded this matter!"
After speaking, Liu Jinming turned and left. He knew that he was no match for the monk in green, and his life was more important than Ye Ling's reward.
The monk in green looked at Huang Tao coldly and said, "Do you need me to tell you again?"
Huang Tao grinned and suddenly shouted loudly, the voice spread in all directions: "Since you have found Ye Ling, I wish you victory!" This sound, which contained the power of Taoism, could be heard dozens of miles away.
After saying this, Huang Tao hurriedly cast spells to escape, not daring to stay for a moment.
The monk in green's expression changed, and he said sternly: "You bastard!" Then he took action to capture Ye Ling.
Ye Ling held the green rock wooden sword tightly and slashed out three sword energy in a row, breaking through the void. At the same time, he retreated violently, looking for a way to escape.
The monk in green swung his fan, and a strong wind blew up. The wind blade had its own edge on the side, neutralizing Ye Ling's sword energy.
"Hurry up and hand over the Demon Saint's treasure, or I will make sure you are buried in the belly of the demons!" The monk in green was obviously very anxious. Huang Tao's words must have alerted other monks and came to snatch Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's spiritual consciousness was strong, so he naturally understood this truth, and he had already felt several auras coming towards him that were not inferior to those of the monks in green.
Ye Ling knew that facing the Tsing Yi monk alone would definitely lead to death. The more chaotic the situation, the more likely he would be able to escape.
"Ye Ling, don't struggle to the death, and hand over the Demon Saint's treasure obediently, and I will definitely spare your life!"
The green-clothed monk persuaded him, then pulled out a long silver knife with his backhand and slashed at Ye Ling.
Ye Ling did not answer, and used the first form of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique in his hand. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the green rock wooden sword and the edge of the sword were strong against the silver long sword.
For a moment, the air waves rolled up and the Taoist momentum surged. Although Ye Ling tried his best, he was unable to resist due to the huge difference in his realm of cultivation. He was knocked backwards and flew far away, and only stopped when he hit a big rock.
"Come here!"
The monk in green opened his big hand, and a light blue handprint formed in the air, and he grabbed it towards Ye Ling.
There was blood at the corner of Ye Ling's mouth, and he was holding his chest with his hands, unable to escape. He had to grit his teeth and wait for what would happen.
Just at this moment, a meteor arrow pierced the sky, pierced the green-robed monk's handprint, and nailed it to the ground in front of Ye Ling.
"Brother Zhan Dao, don't be too impatient. You still need to carefully consider who will win!"
