As for the other demons, after half a month of lackluster challenges, they have long lost interest.
Seeing something new this time, I couldn't help but cast my eyes on the ring where Tu Ling was, watching the violent battle above, and I was very excited.
At this time, the blood snake rolled around and connected the spiritual consciousness of Du Luo, Bai Yan, and Ning Tao.
"Brother Ning, what a great trick. I didn't expect that just a few words could make this slayer face such a difficult situation. I admire him so much!"
The thoughts of Xue Hu and others were entangled in one place, and they said this with a bit of schadenfreude in their words.
"Well, why did Brother Xue say this? Ning Tao doesn't understand!"
Of course, Ning Tao couldn't admit this kind of thing, unless he pressed the evidence on his face.
"Hahaha, after that boy from the Yan Demon Clan came on stage, you said a few words and then left the stage directly. On the last day of this challenge, a genius from the Yan Demon Clan suddenly challenged that Ling Tu. Look at the audience and wait. If you say that those Yan Mo tribesmen have nothing to do with you, we believe it. Do you see that Tu Ling Xin?"
"Besides, the slaying spirit was severely injured on the Horned Demon Islands before. Apart from a few demon lords, only a few of us know about this matter!"
When Douluo heard Ning Tao's words, he exposed Ning Tao unceremoniously.
"Hey, it really has nothing to do with me. It's just that I practice ghost ways, and Yan Deng's race specializes in ghost ways, and I feel that Yan Deng of the Yan Mo tribe is somewhat friendly. After saying a few words, please don’t accuse good people unjustly!”
After saying this, Ning Tao paused, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and then spoke after a long time.
"Is it possible that Yan Deng found out that Tu Ling was not strong enough by observing our battle, and then prepared to plan for him to become the champion? If so, Yan Deng still has some sense, and this Tu Ling Ling Ye is so unlucky!"
When Bai Yan heard Ning Tao's words, he looked a little surprised, as if he was talking.
"Brother, you look different now than you did before. If I had known you were like this Ning Tao, I wouldn't have let you get me no matter what I said!"
Hearing this, Xue Hu and Tu Cha rolled their eyes at Ning Tao.
While several people were talking, Tu Ling suddenly retreated and roared.
The six axe-shaped magic weapons were raised high and slashed downwards. Six huge dark red rays of light pierced the space. The huge power frightened the demons in the audience.
Yan Jia on the stage saw this attack and his eyes narrowed.
He saw two white bone hammers flying back into the hands of the golden armored corpse, and then turned into a huge skull shield blocking the golden armored corpse.
Then thick corpse energy spurted out from the body of the golden armored corpse and attached to the bone shield.
With a huge roar, corpse energy intertwined with dark red brilliance.
At this moment, Tu Ling suddenly groaned in pain. The demons who were paying attention to the condition of the golden-armored corpse in the brilliance discovered that a white bone awl had been inserted into Tu Ling's back at some point.
Tu Ling grabbed it with one hand and pulled it off. He looked at Yan Jia with a sinister look on his face.
A smile appeared on Yan Jia's lips, he flew off the stage and shouted loudly.
"I'll admit defeat!"
After these words fell, a tattered demon corpse flew out of the dark red light intertwined with corpse aura and fell into Yan Jia's bronze coffin.
Tu Ling looked at Yan Jia with fire in his eyes and said viciously.
"Okay, very good, you Yan Mo clan are very good!"
Tu Ling said this, opened his palm, and let Yan Jia let go of the white bone awl that injured him.
He turned over his hand and took out a bottle of elixir. After taking it, he began to recover.
At this time, Tu Ling's back and chest seemed to be covered with white bones.
A layer of bone-like armor grew out, but Yan Jia obviously didn't have such good intentions.
It should be the special ability of the white bone awl. The existence of this white bone should affect the combat power behind Tu Ling.
Regarding this white bone awl, not only the slaughtering spirits in the field did not notice it.
Even Ning Tao, who has strong spiritual consciousness, also didn't realize that he didn't know what kind of magic weapon it was that had such ability.
Evading everyone's detection and directly injuring Tu Ling.
However, this white bone awl obviously has no offensive power. It can only injure people and inject special poison.
It is not necessary to kill the person directly, otherwise the slaughtering spirit would have capsized in the gutter and was directly defeated by Yan Jia, which would make people laugh out loud.
Seeing the situation of Tu Ling, some demons who had no confidence in challenging the challenger were all excited at this time.
Half an hour passed quickly, and this time another genius from the Yan Mo clan came on stage.
As soon as the Yan Mo clan came on stage, he shook the black bell in his hand, and black ripples appeared on the ring, making Tu Ling, who had recovered a little, look ferocious.
"Yeah, stop shaking!"
After saying this, Liu Dao's body changed as the purple-gold aura surged around him.
A purple-gold armor appeared on his body.
When Ning Tao saw the armor, he let out a low voice.
"It turns out to be a real demon armor. The Six Paths Demon Clan has really spent a lot of money!"
After this magic armor appeared on Tu Ling's body, Tu Ling roared at Yan Mo with wide eyes and blocked the black ripples.
Immediately, his figure flashed, disappeared from the spot, and reappeared. The six strange weapons in his hand were inserted directly into the body of the Yan Mo clan.
What people didn't expect was that the black-robed Yan Mo clan with a knife and ax stuck in his body turned into a black smoke and disappeared.
Appearing again, he was already under the ring. He said lightly with a pale face, "I surrender!" After that, he sat cross-legged on the spot and recovered. It looked like he was not having a good time.
But its purpose has been achieved, causing Tu Ling to suffer new injuries.
Tu Ling on the stage was about to explode with anger. He only felt that he was being played by this group of Yan Mo clan. Ning Tao and others were still looking at his joke. They were about to lose their minds and roared in the sky.
But there was no other way but to sit cross-legged on the spot and regain his strength.
Time passed by, and half an hour passed. At this time, the aura on Tu Ling's body was undulating and not so stable.
From Ning Tao's vicious gaze, it was judged that Tu Ling's body and soul had suffered considerable damage, and the injuries on his body were only suppressed.
At this moment, apart from Yan Deng, the last Yan Mo clan appeared.
This Yan Mo clan is covered in a blood-colored robe, which seems to have the effect of isolating the detection of spiritual thoughts, and it is impossible to see clearly what is going on inside the blood robe.
When Tu Ling saw another bastard from the Yan Mo clan, his eyes burned with anger.
The weapon in his hand flew horizontally, shooting out streaks of weird energy towards the blood robe.
The Yan Demon clan in the blood robe did not resist, and allowed these attacks to attack them. However, when these attacks fell on them, the expected scene did not appear.
Following a wave of fluctuations, two figures appeared in the blood robe, appearing on the spot and standing quietly.
The aura fluctuations of the two figures are exactly the same, without the slightest difference, making it impossible to tell them apart.
Wisps of blood-colored mist spread from the two figures to the surroundings, but they did not attack.
Tu Ling saw this, his eyes narrowed, and he swung the sword, ax and weapon in his hand again, something that the demons present did not expect.
These two identical figures in blood robes transformed into four different figures.
Tu Ling snorted angrily when he saw this.
"Pretend to be a ghost, let me see how many clones you have!"
Saying this, the imperial emissary kept attacking with the sword and ax in his hand.
When Ning Tao saw this situation, he couldn't help but shake his head. This Tu Ling must have been beaten silly!
Now there is only half a day left, and the final challenge time has arrived. There is no need to launch another crazy attack.
As Tu Ling attacked, more and more blood-red mist filled the entire arena.
The number of blood robes also reached a hundred, and they began to no longer stay in place.
He actually started to attack Tu Ling, and for a moment this powerful Holy Son of the Six Paths Demon Clan was overwhelmed.
The reason for this is that these blood robes do not seem to have any entity. They split again after being attacked, but the damage caused by their hands is real.
As time went by, Tu Ling, whose aura was originally fluctuating, became even weaker.
It's not even comparable to ordinary combined demons.
When Ning Tao saw this, he even felt a little sympathy for Tu Ling. The majestic Holy Son of the Holy King Alliance might very well end up here today.
I wonder if this slayer can still take on the responsibility of being the leader of the Six Paths Demon Clan after this incident.
After all, among these big clans, the younger generation does not live in harmony. For example, within the Six Paths Demon Clan, Ning Tao heard that the new generation of Six Paths Demon Clan's geniuses are much stronger than Tu Ling's original ones, with extraordinary qualifications.
Although the training time is still short, he has reached the level of cultivation in the early stage of Void Refining. It is estimated that it will not take long to take the position of Tu Ling.
Having said that, on the ring, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the blood-robed Yan Mo clan was consuming Tu Ling's strength, but the authorities were confused, and it happened that Tu Ling couldn't see the situation in front of him clearly.
After less than half an hour passed, Tu Ling, who looked gloomy and angry, roared, and purple-gold ripples appeared from the horn and spread in all directions.
It actually directly dispersed the blood mist. As the blood mist dissipated, a bloody light appeared under the ring, and a voice without any emotion came out.
"I'll admit defeat!"
The killing of spirits at this time was not at the end of its might, but it also consumed a huge amount of energy.
After that, Yan and Deng did not directly come to the stage to challenge, but waited for others to come on stage.
At this time, Tu Ling was very anxious to heal his wounds and restore consumption.
However, some demons could no longer hold back at this time and came to the stage to challenge, but in the end they could not escape the fate of failure.
Until the last two or three hours were left, today's other protagonist Yan Deng finally came on stage.
Wearing a robe embroidered with all kinds of ghosts, holding a white bone flag in his hand, necklaces with various ghost heads hanging around his neck, and a small bone drum around his waist.
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