Seeing the demonic skull approaching with a long knife in its mouth, the boy's life and death depended on it in an instant.
"boom!"
There was an explosion, red blood bloomed in front of the boy, a red fist smashed the skull, and the loyal young man with a cold expression appeared in front of the boy, protecting him behind him.
The expression of the demon sect disciple who attacked the young man changed drastically, and he fled elsewhere without looking back.
"Boy, are you okay? If not, don't die!" Tiezi asked.
The young man was in shock. He looked at the figure in front of him and felt grateful. He gritted his teeth and said, "It is our duty as monks to eliminate demons and protect the Tao!"
"Is it okay to speak human words?" Tiezi shouted.
The young man lost his energy and his voice became very low: "I...I can feel that my magic power is still there, but I can't use it."
"Monk?" Tiezi frowned and turned to look at the young man.
"Yes!" The young man clenched his fists and looked up.
"Psychic or magic spirit?" Tiezi asked.
In cultivation, the first realm is the psychic realm, which means the realm of learning to communicate spiritual power between heaven and earth. It is also the realm of most monk sect disciples at this age.
The magic spirit realm is the second highest realm of cultivation. It is a realm where practitioners who have learned to communicate the spiritual power of heaven and earth learn basic magic techniques. Generally, teenagers can reach this realm, which is considered very rare even in most sects. Excellent.
"Spiritual Dao!" The young man replied quickly.
Tiezi was silent, and his favorable impression of the boy suddenly dropped significantly. He was young, full of lies, and far less clear and clean than his eyes seemed.
The first level of cultivation is channeling, the second level is spiritual magic, the third level is spiritual magic, the fourth level is wind control, and the fifth level is the spiritual path.
In Tiezi's impression, the Demon Sect Lianxin Sect that invaded this time is considered a well-known sect in Yuzhou, but although its ancestors are powerful and are over 400 years old, they are no more than It’s just the fourth level of wind control.
But now, the young man picked up by the second master opened his mouth and said that he was in the spiritual realm, a level higher than the ancestor of the Lianxin Sect. Isn't this bragging?
Even the most favored men from the top sects might not be able to reach such a high level at this age, right?
"I just broke through the spiritual path before going down the mountain, but now for some unknown reason, I can't use my spiritual power at all. This is absolutely true, and there is no falsehood at all." The young man had a keen sense and quickly added.
Tie Zi raised his head and looked towards the street. Over there, the girl who was the second in charge was fighting with the protector of the Lianxin Sect. The outcome could not be determined for a while. However, in other directions, the members of the Tieyang Gang suffered heavy losses. For these demon sect disciples, most of them were already scarred before they even got close to them, and even their heads were missing. If this continued, the situation would be very bad. I must not spend too much time with this young man.
"If you are really in the spirit realm, even if you can't cast spiritual power spells, your physical fitness will still be far superior to that of a martial artist in the blood exchange realm. Even if you don't know martial arts, you won't be able to kill in front of the demon disciples in the spirit realm. If you find an opportunity, Even the disciples of the demon sect in the magical realm can be killed at close range, so you have to take care of yourself."
After Tiezi finished speaking, he ignored the dazed young man. The warrior energy and blood around him was stirring, and the red glow bloomed on his body. He rushed to the street alone, preparing to cooperate with the second master to take down the magic gate protector. This was to capture the thief first and capture the king.
The young man looked away from Tiezi's back, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
"He's right. Even though I can't use magic, I still have the physical fitness of the spirit realm. I still shouldn't be a piece of meat on the magic cutting board of the magic spirit realm. The fighting experience in the Netherworld Devil's Cave in the past few years is like It’s a joke.”
His mood gradually returned to calm, and the young man took three steps at a time and came to the injured uncle's side.
The man in his fifties was pale and breathing weakly. After the boy checked, he discovered that his internal organs had been severely damaged and the internal bleeding was even more serious. It seemed that he could not be saved.
"Damn it, these demonic monks are so inhumane, they can even treat ordinary people so cruelly!"
The young man gritted his teeth and suddenly felt that the light became dim. When he looked up, there was a strong demonic energy above his head. It was the demonic disciple who had been scared away by Tiezi before and saw Tiezi leaving and came back to kill him.
"boom!"
The demonic skull with the long knife in its mouth still swooped down from top to bottom, and a large crater was instantly blasted out of the ground, filled with smoke and dust.
About ten meters away, the demon disciple frowned, looked at the smoke and muttered: "Don't kill me all at once. If your face is disfigured, the reward will be suspended!"
Just as the words finished, Demon Dao disciple Yang Yan's ears suddenly moved and his eyes narrowed slightly. In his ears, he could vaguely hear the friction sound of a long sword being slowly unsheathed.
The next moment, a blurry figure gradually emerged from the smoke.
The outline of the young man's face gradually became clearer, and a long sword with flashing light shone dazzlingly in his hand.
"This sword is..." Demon disciple Yang Lian's eyes were immediately attracted to the long sword in the young man's hand. Greed turned into demonic energy and crawled onto his face, making his expression distorted and filled with uncontrollable madness.
Ding ding ding…
In an instant, the skull with the long knife in its mouth trembled, and the blade rubbed against the skull's teeth and made a trembling sound. Then the black light spread, like the god of death looking down on the world, and the skeleton rushed out again with the knife in its mouth.
The young man frowned, turned around and ran away.
As he ran, his vision blurred, and an alleyway appeared not far away. The cold murderous intention behind him was also approaching step by step. The young man's heartbeat was accelerating, and there was cold sweat on the palm of his hand holding the spirit sword.
boom!
When a wall appeared in front of his field of vision blocking the road, the young man suddenly turned his foot and turned. The wall behind him exploded, and the skull flew towards him with a long knife in his mouth, pursuing madly.
"Huh..." The young man began to adjust his breathing while running, staring closely at the route in his field of vision and moving around, avoiding the demonic skeletons again and again, and running towards more buildings.
"Sure enough, it is the same as what the guy named Tie Zi said. With my physical fitness and speed, I can completely avoid the spell attacks of the spiritual magic cultivator to protect myself, but it is not easy to get close. I need to look for opportunities. "
The young man thought that this was the first time he faced an enemy without being able to use magic.
"Although the magic spells of the Demonic Cultivators in the Magic Spirit Realm are all basic-level control and power, and are best at being able to attack from a distance, it is extremely time-consuming to comprehend and communicate with spiritual energy and then learn spells along the way. Therefore, in the early stages, The physical quality of a monk is much lower than that of a martial artist, and his flexibility and endurance are far inferior."
"I previously observed the battlefield. Once a martial artist gets close, his lethality can completely pose a fatal threat to the monks. Although I don't understand martial arts, my physical fitness is not weaker than some low-level warriors, or even slightly stronger. I can also bring magic to the spiritual realm. A fatal blow.”
"My advantage is that I have better physical fitness than my opponent, and am slightly stronger in speed and flexibility. On the other hand, the advantage of this magic cultivator lies in distance. I need more cover to limit the flexibility of the spells he controls. Only Only in this way can I have the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow at close range. Be patient. I must be patient and cannot be anxious."
Boom boom boom...
The young man ran wildly, and there was constant roaring wherever he passed. The stone walls were shattered by skeletons holding swords, and rocks flew. They almost hit the young man once or twice, and there was a lot of danger.
"Hahahaha, it turns out that the remnants of Kunlun Palace who are so high above will only run away like bereaved dogs, without even the courage to fight head-on. No wonder Kunlun will be destroyed in the hands of my demon. If your master who died in Kunlun Palace knows what you are like, I can't believe I can still be angry with you."
The demon cultivator Yang Lian could not catch up, and he became increasingly anxious. Whoever takes down the boy on the bounty order first will get more rewards. There is also a spiritual sword in the young man's hand, which is also one of the top ten spiritual swords in the world of cultivation. It was something he desperately longed for, but if it continued like this, he was worried that other Demon Sect disciples would find out and get the better of him, so in desperation, he began to verbally provoke him.
boom!
Demon Cultivator Yang Lian's words fell into the young man's heart like a boulder smashing into a pool of water, causing the young man's heart to surge.
In particular, words such as 'remnants' and 'dead master' were like thunder exploding in the young man's heart, causing the young man's emotions that had finally calmed down to become impetuous and violent in an instant.
'唰'
While running, the boy slammed his foot on the wall, and used the force to move his body half a meter away. The skeleton with the knife almost brushed the boy's forehead and whizzed past, but this time the boy didn't even blink. Instead, his eyes were cold. When he reached the extreme point, he suddenly turned around with an open-mouthed roar, and used the sword-holding skeleton to kill the demon cultivator Yang Lian before he could turn around.
"Whoever allowed you to talk nonsense will die!"
The young man roared angrily, and the Qingxuan sword trembled. He would never believe what the other party said. Kunlun Palace was the leader of the righteous sect. He was proud of the world and had suppressed the demonic path for countless years. How could it be destroyed?
"So fast..." Demon Cultivator Yang Lian was about to laugh at the young man's overestimation of his abilities, but before he could say anything, his expression changed drastically.
The light of the Qingxuan Sword flickered like the waning moon, and it screamed with a chilling murderous intention in the storm-like attack of the young man. This sorrow could only be appeased by the blood of a demon cultivator.
"puff!"
The black Lianxin Sect robe was instantly opened by the sword light, and the cold touch was fleeting. Soon, warm blood spurted out like a fountain. Yang Lian's entire chest was warmed in an instant, but his perception was still there. Gone away as the rain washes away.
With a "clang" sound, the skeleton holding the knife had reached not far from the back of the young man's neck but dissipated in an instant. Only the long knife in his mouth made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.
"It is impossible for Kunlun Palace to be destroyed, and it is even less possible for Master to die!"
The young man's eyes were scarlet, like a bloodthirsty wolf pounced on the dying demon cultivator. The Qingxuan Sword, a famous spiritual sword in the world of cultivation, was like a butcher's knife, rising and falling, splattering large areas of blood.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The young man's breathing began to become disordered, and the demon cultivator under him was like a puddle of blood and mud, but even so, it still could not calm the young man's emotions. It was not until a moment later that the heavy rain washed away the blood, and the young man fell down weakly. On the ground, his pupils were dilated and his eyes were dull.
Three days ago, while eating noodles in Butcher Zhang's noodle shop, the young man felt something. The sadness like a black cloud seemed to be telling him something. At that time, he had already guessed that it might be something. Master becomes immortal.
In the following days, the young man fell asleep in the Tieyang Gang in confusion. Looking back on the past, it was not unacceptable. After all, immortal cultivators are also human beings, and there will be a moment when their lifespan comes to an end.
But only...I can't accept the idea that Kunlun Palace will be destroyed in the hands of the devil. In the young man's mind, Kunlun Palace is the leader of the righteous path in the world, suppressing the evil destiny of the devil in the world. How can the mere devil be able to destroy it?
"boom!"
I don’t know how long the young man had been kneeling in the rain. Suddenly, a black shadow flew through the nearby wall and landed heavily beside the young man, waking him up.
"It's... it's you!" The young man murmured as he looked at the pale-faced young man with a pale face, scarred body and blood flowing all over his body.
"Pfft..." Tie Zi forced his body to sit up, but his internal organs were burning like flames. A large mouthful of blood spurted out at the slightest movement. His left arm was gone, and there were several wounds on his right leg. Bones were visible all the way, and the flesh and blood turned white.
"Second...Second Master!" Tiezi still had a fighting spirit in his eyes. He stubbornly tried to get up, but as soon as he stood up, he stumbled and fell directly next to the young man.
The young man followed Tie Zi's gaze and saw a girl lying motionless on the ground in the rain curtain on the distant street. It was not known whether she was dead or fainted.
The boy didn't recognize the girl, but the moment he saw this scene, an inexplicable emotion seemed to appear in his heart, and it seemed...a little painful.
At the same time, Tiezi saw the dead demon cultivator Yang Lian under the young man, and his pupils shrank slightly. This young man did not know martial arts, but he actually killed a demon cultivator in the magic spirit realm. How is this possible?
Although he was shocked, Tiezi had no time to ask the young man how he did it. He only knew that the second master was in danger at this moment.
"what to do?"
Tiezi was anxious, and in panic, his eyes suddenly looked at the young man again.
This fiery gaze even made the young man's heart tighten when it fell on him.
The next moment, Tiezi suddenly grabbed the stunned young man, his eyes full of determination.
The young man wanted to resist, but he was caught by a third-level warrior at close range and could not resist.
The next moment, Tiezi turned his claws into palms, and in the confusion of the boy, he suddenly landed a palm on the pubic area of the boy's abdomen.
"Protect the Second Master for me...!"
Following Tiezi's roar, a stream of heat suddenly surged into the young man's abdomen. This heat flow fell into his abdomen and went straight to his Dantian, making the young man seem to gain a lot of strength in an instant, and all the fatigue on his body was wiped away in an instant.
On the other hand, Tie Zi's strong body was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, his head was bleeding from all the orifices, and his shiny black hair also lost its luster in a moment and turned into snow white.
"Why...why do you do this?"
The young man was forcibly brought back from his thoughts by this sudden series of events. He was shocked, confused, and couldn't believe it.
Although this is the first time for the young man to go down the mountain and walk in the world of mortals, he is not a fool. At this moment, he does not know that the young man in front of him has transferred all his martial arts blood and internal strength to himself. Under such serious injuries, What is the difference between doing this and committing suicide?
"Ahem..." Tiezi fell into the boy's arms, grinned, and said with difficulty: "Sue...tell the second master...Tie...Tiezi can't protect her anymore...I saved your life earlier...you owe me ...Promise me...to take good care of Erdang for me..."
Before he finished speaking, Tiezi's body sank and his eyes lost their agility.
The young man bit his lip tightly, his heart shocked by what the man in his arms had done, and at the same time, a surge of anger surged crazily from his heart.
"Damn evil heretics..."
Gently laying flat Tiezi's body, the young man bent down to pick up the Qingxuan Sword that fell on the ground. Cold murderous intent lingered around him. Before turning around, he spoke in a low voice.
"Is your name Tie Zi? I, Yun Tianfeng, have agreed to your last wish!"
