The angry voice of the fairy of Baicao came to her ears. She was very protective of her shortcomings and dared to bully her younger brother. How could she let him go?

The plan has been decided, and the two of them perform their own duties. The fairy of the Hundred Herbs is full of green light, and the whole person actually disappears from the spot.

There was no breath at all.

But this is not a clever qi-retaining technique, she just showed her true form.

Yes, the original shape!

Although the fairy of the Hundred Herbs is known as one of the three great cultivators of human beings in the ancient wilderness, she is actually not a cultivator.

Of course, it is not a demon clan.

But the vegetation and elves.

The way of heaven has its own rules, and all things in this world can actually embark on the path of cultivation of immortals.

It just takes all kinds of chances.

And the fairy of the Hundred Grass is a very lucky person.

Her body is the seven treasures of Ganoderma lucidum.

Not only did she embark on the road of cultivating immortals by chance, but she also obtained the "Hundred Grass Book of Heaven". Because her body is plants and trees, it is not the demonic energy, but the spiritual power, and the human form has reached the point where it can be faked and real, so everyone mistakenly thinks that she is a human cultivator.

At this moment, the original form appeared, and then the spiritual power was hidden, and the light was completely restrained, looking similar to an ordinary Ganoderma lucidum.

Ling Xian floated in the air.

He brushed his sleeves, took out a jade bottle, pulled out the bottle plug, and swallowed all the pills inside without saying a word.

After chasing for several days without sleep, Ling Xian's magic power was much thicker than that of the same level of cultivators, but it was still on the verge of exhaustion.

Since you want to turn the defense into offense and fight to the death with the opponent, of course you have to try your best to recover your magic power.

Swallowing a large handful of spiritual pills, Ling Xian sat cross-legged in the air, but in less than half a cup of tea, the sharp and sharp sound came from the horizon.

He opened his eyes.

I saw a gray light coming into my eyes in the distance, and it was still far away. But soon, it was approaching.

The light converged, revealing the appearance of a monk in Confucian robe.

On the surface, it is no different from that of human monks. However, the demonic aura emitted from the whole body is extremely strong.

It was the powerful demon clan who chased Ling Xian to the sky and had no way to the ground. Seeing Ling Xian sitting cross-legged in the void, he showed a look of surprise on his face: "Why? Don't run anymore?"

"What exactly is yours to let Ling go?"

Ling Xian's voice came to his ears and a serious look of hatred on his face.

"Let you go?"

The man in Confucian robe was stunned and then laughed wildly: "Little guy, are you not awake and talking in your sleep?"

"How could I let you go if I kill my tribe members in front of Wu?"

"I want to drain your soul and refine your soul!"

The other party's secret test sound came to his ears, and a cruel look appeared on his face.

"Hmph. You are so angry. If you want Ling's life, it's not that easy. Be careful not to steal chickens and lose rice, and your teeth will collapse."

Ling Xian's sneering voice came to his ears, but it obviously had a bit of a harsh and a cowardly inside.

"oh?"

The man in Confucian robe smiled: "I'm not afraid of the wind blowing his tongue. I want to see how capable I have in the early stage of the Yuanying, and he dares to talk nonsense to me."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and grabbed Ling Xian fiercely.

The space fluctuated, and a dark hand appeared above Ling Xian's head. He grabbed it down like lightning.

Ling Xian raised his eyebrows and raised his right hand, but saw a flash of green light, and a "squeeze" sound came into his ears. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and it was easy to cut the big hand into half, and then disappeared.

The man in the Confucian robe could see clearly, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and stretched out his hand, slapped the back of his head, and suddenly a square magic weapon of several inches was sprayed out of his mouth.

This object is flat and as dark as ink. At first glance, it looks like an inkstone.

Ling Xian could see clearly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. As we all know, the demon clan refining body and humans controlled weapons.

This is not to say that all demon clans and human monks are like this, and there will always be exceptions.

However, as a big demon clan in the late stage of transformation, the other party actually refined treasures, so there is only one possibility.

This magic weapon is extraordinary.

Ling Xian's face showed a solemn expression.

He had discussed with the Fairy of Baicao before, asking his sister not to come out first, and to fight with the old demon one by himself, and his sister hides, seeks an opportunity, and seizes the opportunity to attack.

This is naturally a must-kill for one blow, and at least it will be severely damaged.

Of course, Ling Xian also has to bear a considerable danger.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, let alone the early stage of the Nascent Soul, even the mid-stage cultivator would not dare to do this.

Therefore, when Ling Xian proposed this plan, the fairy Baicao was also very surprised.

However, I know my magical powers.

If you fight one-on-one, you will definitely beat the old monster, but it is definitely not that easy for the other party to kill him.

I will definitely be at a disadvantage.

But you should be able to go back and forth and play many rounds with the other party.

Ling Xian has confidence and confidence, but he will never dare to be careless at all.

Seeing that the other party had sacrificed treasures, he immediately swung his sleeves and the Thousand Dragon Sword suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Then he waved his hands repeatedly, and the Thousand Dragon Sword made a blue light, and behind him, a vast sea turned into an endless sea.

It is said to be a illusion, but it is vividly different from the real ocean.

The sound of waves is endless in my ears.

Then countless water columns of about meter in diameter appeared on the sea surface.

Boom!

As the loud noise came into my ears, the water columns collapsed and replaced by blue lights.

Then the blue light flashed, and each blue light turned into several flying knives as thin as a cicada's wings.

The whole process is complicated, but it is actually completed in a flash.

The number of flying knives that appeared behind Ling Xian was even more shocking. On a rough basis, there were at least tens of thousands of them.

"What trick is this?"

The man in Confucian robe couldn't help but be stunned.

As the demon king in the late stage of transformation, his life span is much longer than that of humans, and he is now an old monster who has lived for nearly three thousand years.

However, even in this long period of time, I have never seen any Nascent Soul monk who can sacrifice such treasures.

Even he felt a hint of fear.

Of course, on the surface, he refused to show weakness. He raised his right hand and pointed forward.

As he moved, the magic weapon in the shape of the inkstone spun rapidly, and black mist gushed out from it.

Soon, it spread around and turned into a cloud of about acres.

After a while, the buzzing sound made a loud noise, and countless dense demon insects flew out of the clouds.
Chapter completed!