The demon demon saw that Chen Ling could resist his killing of all spirits. Although he was seriously injured, he could not kill him. Inexplicable doubt arose in his heart, but when he saw the packages scattered on the ground, he had no concern in his heart for a moment. He had only one thought in his heart that the object of this package must be Qi Xuan Shan. Then he didn't think about it anymore and then jumped towards Qi Xuan Shan.

Chen Murong knew the purpose of the demon. He was very anxious. He struggled and was about to rise up to block it, but his body could not move.

The more anxious he felt in his heart, the more blood and blood were surging, making him feel in pain, but his face was filled with helplessness and sorrow.

As the demon demon was about to approach the wrapped thing, he felt a pure energy shot from the sky and smashed in front of the demon demon blood sect.

Chen Ling and the demon were both shocked. Looking up at the sky, although it was silent, there was murderous intent everywhere in this quiet night.

After the shock just now, the demon did not move forward. His face was cold and gloomy. He looked around and said: "Sneaking, hiding in the dark, is a hero. Since you are here, please show up and attack in the back. Is it the style of your famous and upright family?

The qi just now shot straight from the air, with pure and profound force. This was clearly a move by a decent person, but it was hard to guess which school it came from just this move.

Seeing that the demon was blocked by a ray of energy, Chen Ling's tense heart was slightly relieved, but he was still worried. He could guess that this person who was secretly unexplained in the dark was a decent person, but who could know what he was coming for? In addition to worry, there were only countless question marks.

After the demonic words were inspiring each other, a man in black jumped out of the sky. He jumped in the air, wearing black clothes, his face was wrapped, only two deep flipped eyes were revealed, staring at the field tightly. After a moment, he finally spoke: Demonic Blood Sect, you, a senior, are still so serious about me, and you are not afraid of losing your identity.

As soon as the sound came out, it was not difficult to guess that this was an old man with a profound knowledge of his skills. His pulse was very profound, but he could not guess who the old man was. Chen Ling frowned and he couldn't think of who the old man was and why he came to meet him again. But when he heard this tone of speaking, he felt chilling and could only sigh inwardly: He is another master who is not kind to the old man.

The demon evil smiled sinisterly: You dare not show your true face, aren’t you afraid of losing your identity? Then he snorted coldly: I’m afraid you are not here too, and everyone in the world is a hypocrite.

The old man in front of him laughed wildly and floated downwards several feet away from the demon. He ignored the demon. He looked at Chen Ling beside him and looked at the package on the ground. It seemed as if his eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice: Master Chen, he should protect this object without hesitation. Could this be the legendary divine object?

Chen Murong looked at the old man. The aura that this man exuded was like that of the demon. He was already a top-notch existence in cultivation. He didn't know who this man was. Seeing that this man was unknown, he did not answer the old man's question, but frowned: I dare to ask what kind of sect and sect of the senior, why don't he show his true face to others.

The old man laughed sternly and said: Which sect is that important? Apart from the meridian and qi cultivation, everything in my eyes is like smoke and clouds. Then he said with a hint of evil spirit: Why should I ask the Lord of the Temple Shen knowingly? The old man continued: Since the Lord of the Temple Shen has been seriously injured, this precious thing may be kept for you temporarily, so as not to fall into the hands of the Demon Sect.

As he said that, the old man in black snatched the package, and the demon demon beside him had already seen the old man in black snatched away, and both of them snatched the same thing.

Chen Ling could only watch the two masters of the righteous and demons doing whatever they wanted, and he was powerless in his heart.

When they snatched the package, they also used tricks to each other. The two of them had a profound cultivation level, and they were only a few feet apart. Their palms were facing each other, but they were in stalemate. No one had the upper hand. It was just a powerful wave caused by the two confrontation, which flattened the ground this week and was in a mess.

When the two were about to approach the package, the old man in black suddenly had strong energy to condense his energy. His hands were like Buddha's palms standing up, and his powerful energy poured out. It was obviously the last blow to fight. The energy condensed between the palms was brightly radiant and white light rolling, forming a snowball, which seemed to be a few Buddha's mantras flashed from time to time, and they were filled with huge energy and bombarded the demon.

After Chen Ling was seriously injured, although he could not move, he struggled hard. He wanted to pick up the things he trusted. After several attempts, he was disappointed again. In his helplessness, he had to sit cross-legged and take the opportunity to adjust his breath. However, when he saw the old man seeking a last attack, the Buddha-word flashing in the transparent power made him shocked. Although the Buddhists did not see it very clearly in the light of the moonlight, from which way they used the tricks, they could vaguely feel that they were a decent person, more like a Buddhist. It was obvious that the old man deliberately concealed his skills, and he was full of doubts.

When the old man was about to meet, he suddenly used a heavy move. The demon frowned deeply and his face darkened again. He couldn't sigh in his heart: This old man's pulse cultivation is indeed profound. He had just had several competitions with his palms. There were few people in the world today, but this move was like the power of a Buddha's palm, with a violent momentum that made him even more proud and deal with it carefully. However, in addition to being deep, there was also a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Faced with this critical moment, Mosha didn't think much about it. He withdrew his palms, pinched his fingers into orchids, raised his eyebrows, and crossed his eyes. Black flames flashed between his fingers, slowly pulled them away to both sides. His eyes suddenly opened and bulged deep. The demonic energy in his eyes surged, and he was struggling like a ghost, as if he was about to burst out his eyes and go to death. The demonic evil spirit now could no longer see the face of an ordinary person, his face was covered with ferocious face, and the black air was shining around him. Suddenly he opened his bloody mouth and swallowed out three ripples of monster fire. The flames instantly exploded, crossing and entangled, as if three refined figures, accompanied by ghost crying and howling, rushing away madly.

When the three ghost fires burst out, the old man who confronted him and Shen Ling said at the same time: Ghost True Fire.

The translucent giant energy swelled rapidly, and the three demonic demon fires bullied violently. The two energy touched each other. The three ghost fires swelled several times, entangled with the giant energy with the word Buddha's word mantra, like a demon biting, and they were endless. However, the translucent giant energy, the Buddhist son's mantra seemed to be bigger, flashing with golden light, swept out, and the two energy was stalemate in the air for a while. After a while, a huge wave suddenly swung like a dragon's tail swing, soaring into the sky, and then exploded into the four directions like a mountain of overwhelming power. The lingering wave aura produced by the explosion made this faint night like day.

Then the Lingbo Qi spread around. Seeing the momentum, Chen Ling transformed into a sword Qi to protect his body, which was horizontally placed in front of him. However, the powerful Qi was very powerful, which shocked him back and flew back several feet away. Fortunately, he was protected by the sword body, which saved him from being in danger again.

The old man and the demons both shook back several steps. The old man who met him trembled, shook for a while, stood still, gasping for a long time, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have some blood, but it was not very conspicuous in the permeable miasma, but his actions were exposed. The attack just now had caused him to be internally injured.

It was not much better to look at the demons again. After this fierce confrontation, his already white face was already as pale as paper, without any anger. His hands were trembling unconsciously. The evil spirit on his face had disappeared. He just looked at the old man with anger, and thought he had suffered a severe blow.

The two stood still and did not fight again. The scene fell into silence for a moment, and the atmosphere seemed heavy and strange. A moment later, the old man who was in a confrontation breathed and said: I didn't expect that you, Demonic, have been refining evil techniques such as Ghost True Fire over the years. It seems that the world is not peaceful again.

The demon stared at the old man who was in a confrontation, afraid that he would snatch the package again, and said with a solemn expression: Humph, old bald donkey, you are not a good person, why bother pretending to be a gentleman here? Who are you in Buddhism?

As soon as these words came out, Chen Ling was surprised and said: Could it be..., before he could think about it, he heard the old man's voice coming from him.

The old man chuckled and said: What can I do with Buddhism? There are countless profound martial arts in the world, but I am not limited to one school. As for who I am and what does it have to do with you, the devil? He paused and said: Since you and I are here for these seven mysterious good deeds, you should decide the winner and lose. What are you saying such useless words?

The demon demon looked crazy and laughed: Old bald donkey, don’t pretend anymore. In the battle just now, you and I have been injured internally. Why should you bear it and say something shameless? He paused and said: If you and I continue to waste this, they are just an opportunity for others.

The old man who was in the face said in a deep voice: Stop talking nonsense, how could this kind of divine object be taken away by the people of your Demon Sect? If you let it take it away, wouldn’t it harm the world? As he said that, he flew towards the divine object again.

Seeing this, Mosha quickly left again, but said: Highly sound, sinister and cunning.

The two of them snatched the same side again. Although they were both injured, they had to fight to the death for the divine object. The two were wary of each other and snatched the same object.

Chen Ling raised his divine power and used his last slight force to struggle away, but he could only watch the two approaching the package. Although they were injured, this time they were fighting for speed, which depends on who can take the thing first and turn passive into activeness.

A trace of loss flashed in Chen Ling's eyes, and the mission in his heart seemed to be losing all over the board, and his expression was fixed at that moment.

When the demon evil and the old man approached him, a white figure suddenly floated out of the package, but the white figure was an old man with white hair and beard, which seemed to fade away, but was like an ordinary immortal, revealing a terrifying aura. The old man looked at the two people approaching him with deep eyes. The old man quickly contained a terrifying power, gathered his palms and flipped quickly, and two thick purple auras were heavily pointed into the arms of the two.
Chapter completed!