The poem says: "
The moon is bright in the sky, and the jade is bright.
Hua Zhu gives birth to the Cui Palace, Bao Dai keeps the sky clear.
How can I not let the catkins fall off my body, I can live up to you.
I will hate you so much when we say goodbye. Will there be an afterlife? "
"Lian'er!"
Ye Ling burst into tears and shouted loudly, causing Chu Zhaonan and Zhan Feng who were fighting together to turn their heads and watch.
Chu Zhaonan smiled and said: "How unbecoming it is to cry loudly for a witch!"
"He's just a dying person," Zhan Feng said coldly, "Besides crying, what else can you do..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhan Feng's face changed drastically, and an inexplicable panic climbed into his heart, which lingered.
Before he could make a move, a bloody hand suddenly pierced Zhan Feng's chest. Qi and blood flowed wildly from his body, turning him into a mummy in the blink of an eye.
Chu Zhaonan was shocked, turned around and ran away.
However, under the dome, there are thousands of demonic clouds. Several strands of black energy criss-crossed, binding Chu Zhaonan's limbs and pulling him apart, making his death look bleak.
"Lian...er..."
The demonic cloud dispersed, and the Qingsha Demon Emperor staggered and almost fell down. The powerful man of this generation, with pale face and blurred tears, approached Lian'er step by step.
When Ye Ling saw the Qingsha Demon Emperor, he did not retreat or avoid it, but still called softly: "Lian'er, your father is here, please open your eyes and take a look!"
Qingsha Demon Emperor knelt down in front of Lian'er, took Lian'er from Ye Ling's hand, and held her in his arms: "Lian'er! My Lian'er! Why didn't you wait for daddy! Why!"
The voice of the Qingsha Demon King shook the sky, and all the people and demons in the sky heard it.
In the far sky, Demon King Duanpo trembled all over and shouted sternly: "You despicable humans and animals, I will make sure you are buried with Lian'er!"
Duan Po, who was already seriously injured, kept rising in aura, and a terrifying Tao force rose into the sky, overwhelming all Taoisms.
"Not good!" The expressions of the old masters around him changed: "The devil is sacrificing his lifespan with a secret method and wants to fight to the death!"
"Death to me all!"
The Duan Po Demon Emperor transformed into the Ten Thousand Zhang Demon God and punched out, causing the space to break and the Taoism to shatter.
The two veteran Taoist weapons were shattered by one punch, and they flew backwards while vomiting blood.
The remaining six people barely escaped with their lives, their expressions were solemn and they wanted to retreat.
…
Ye Ling forced himself up from the ground, poured out a handful of pills from his jade finger, and swallowed them randomly. The potency of medicines is mixed, offering small benefits but large harms.
Ye Ling frowned coldly, made a move with his big hand, and half of the green rock wooden sword fell into the palm of his hand, with cold light overflowing.
Although the sword is broken, its edge is still there!
Several cultivators were guarding Yang Xiting, with fear on their faces, and shouted: "Don't come over! We are disciples of the Piaomiao Sect!"
"Piaomiao Sect?" Ye Ling said: "Even if we kill all the Piaomiao Sect, it will be difficult to get rid of this hatred, and it will be difficult to avenge this hatred!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Ling rushed forward, half of the green rock wooden sword in his hand became more sharp, and the sword energy flickered in the void like thousands of streams of light.
The two Piaomiao Sect disciples were chopped into pieces of flesh before they could take action.
The remaining four people looked horrified, and immediately showed their Taoist weapons and techniques and attacked Ye Ling.
Ye Ling was filled with anger and sadness at the moment. His swordsmanship was even sharper and he used all his strength with the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique.
Half of the green rock wooden sword turned into a stream of light, carrying thousands of sharp edges to kill the previous enemies.
The four Taoist artifacts collapsed in an instant, and the four Piaomiao Sect monks' heads were in different places, and they died sadly.
Smoke and dust billowed, and Ye Ling walked out slowly towards Yang Xiting, who was sitting on the ground.
Yang Xiting was seriously injured and could not defeat Ye Ling. So he turned to smile and begged for mercy: "Ye Ling, blame me for being blinded by greed for a moment, let me go, I will be grateful in the future!"
Ye Ling's face was expressionless, the two tear stains had not yet dried up, and the broken marks on the wooden sword in his hand were still fresh.
Yang Xiting had a smile on his face and secretly reached into his sleeve with his right hand: "Ye Ling, you should know that our Piaomiao Sect is no worse than your Wentian Sect. I have a respected position in the sect and I have many rare treasures. Please spare me. One life, those are all yours!"
On the wooden sword, the sharp energy continued to rise, and the sword glowed like a rainbow.
"You are really unreasonable!"
Yang Xiting pretended to sigh and shook his head, and suddenly pulled out a flying knife from his sleeve, which was extremely fast and cut through the air silently.
Ye Ling did not dodge, he looked sideways, and two sharp rays burst out from his eyes and hit the flying knife.
The flying knife was broken at the waist, but from the break, wisps of poisonous smoke floated out, colorless and odorless, and penetrated every hole.
The poisonous smoke was inhaled by Ye Ling and he immediately noticed it, but it was too late.
The poisonous gas penetrates deep into the meridians and travels through the body. Ye Ling sealed the main veins in time, trapping them in half of his body.
Immediately, that half of the body gradually lost strength and could not move.
Yang Xiting smiled slightly: "The spring breeze of the Immortal Devouring Sect turns into bone smoke. It is colorless, tasteless and undetectable. How does it feel?"
Ye Ling secretly gritted his teeth, exhausted his last strength, swung out his sword, and the half-moon sword energy passed across Yang Xiting's neck.
The head fell to the ground, blood flowed profusely, and the body died.
"Lian...er...I helped you...get revenge..."
Ye Ling was poisoned, his consciousness was scattered and blurred, and he fell to the ground unconscious.
At this moment, the ground shook several times, and a burly body emerged from the soil. It was Huang Tao who had just been forced away by Zhan Feng.
Huang Tao looked at Yang Xiting's dead body and Ye Ling's coma, and said with a proud smile: "I can only act violently for a moment, but I don't know how to wait and see. It's me who laughs the most!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded in his ear: "What's ridiculous is not being reckless, but being smart!"
Huang Tao's expression changed, and his eyes widened. Just now he felt a chill creeping into his bones, but he immediately turned into an ice sculpture.
From behind him, Xu Lonely Chen walked out. In an instant, the ice sculpture shattered, and Huang Tao also became a pile of debris.
It's a pity that he kept silent when things happened, hiding in the dark and watching, waiting for the fisherman's profit, but in the end he couldn't escape the same fate.
Xu Mochen took off the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and drank a sip, then threw a head on the ground, but it was the head of Liu Jinming, the head of Xingyuan Sect.
"Two heads, in exchange for this gourd of wine, you won't suffer a loss!"
After saying this, Xu Mochen looked at the Qingsha Demon Emperor not far away.
Qingsha Demon Emperor restrained his sadness at this moment, slowly stood up holding Lian'er, and also looked at Xu Mochen.
The four eyes facing each other are different.
"Demon King?"
There seemed to be a fighting spirit in Xu Mochen's eyes, the ice around him froze the void, the cold air behind him was pressing, and there was snow falling in the daytime.
"You are very strong!" Qingsha Demon King said solemnly: "It's too early to fight against me. After a thousand years, you and I may be able to fight!"
"Thousand years?" Xu Mochen raised his eyes and saw that the sky was dark and time and space were chaotic: "In today's situation, do the demons still have a way to break through the siege?"
Qingsha Demon Emperor did not answer, but asked: "What does the boy on the ground have to do with you?"
"Old friend," Xu Mochen replied, "I owe him wine money and his life."
Qingsha Demon Emperor nodded, then threw a bead to Xu Mochen and said, "Help me pass it on to this boy."
After a moment of silence, Qingsha Demon Emperor added: "If he can get out alive!"
After saying this, Qingsha Demon King held Lian'er's body, mounted Da Mao and flew away in the air.
Xu Mochen looked at the magic bead in his hand, then put it away, raised his head and took another sip of wine, saying: "Good wine, good story!"
…
In the far sky, the Soul-Dead Demon Emperor was bleeding all over his body, panting heavily, and his originally fat body was completely sluggish.
Three of the eight Celestial Realm experts who originally besieged him had already died, and the remaining five were each injured and did not dare to act rashly.
Not long after, a demonic cloud filled the air, and a big bloody hand covered the sky, tearing the sky apart.
The two old Taoists recited the law silently, and the avenues of water and fire blended together, and the yin and yang combined to evolve the heavens.
Under the bloody hands, Qingsha Demon King came through the air holding Lian'er's body.
When Demon Emperor Duanpo saw him, he immediately burst into tears: "Lian'er! Lian'er, what's wrong with you! Open your eyes quickly and look at Uncle Duanpo!"
The Qingsha Demon Emperor was approaching, and the Duanpo Demon Emperor struggled with his hands on his chest, unable to place them, and cried, "Qingsha! You waste! I wasted a thousand years of life, but you didn't save Lian'er's life!"
Qingsha Demon Emperor looked sad: "Duan Po, what's the point of saying this now? Taking Lian'er out of the Demon Realm was something she thought about day and night before she was alive. When she leaves the Demon Realm, if you want to kill or behead me, I will do whatever you want. Deal with it!"
"good!"
Demon King Duanpo's eyes were blood red, and his teeth were almost broken: "As long as I can take Lian'er away, it doesn't matter if I give up a thousand years of life!"
Qingsha Demon Emperor put Lian'er on Da Mao's back and told Da Mao: "Da Mao, take Lian'er and step aside first."
Da Mao responded, turned around and left with Lian'er's body.
The Qingsha Demon Emperor's face was gloomy, his life source continued to burn, and his majestic power rose in anger: "Killing all you ants will not quell the hatred in my heart!"
The five Celestial Realm powerful men retreated one after another, and the two demon kings burned their lives to fight, already seeking death but no life.
As a result, these five human race powerful men wanted to retreat, but they were unwilling to fight for their lives with his two lives and fight to the death.
"Fellow fellow Taoists, if the Demon King wants to die the same as me, there must be something fishy. We must not fall into the Demon's trap!"
