After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

Perhaps angered by Xia Ling, the man in black robe stopped talking nonsense.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and some ghost corpses with a rotten smell emerged from the ground one after another.

Xia Ling wanted to use his spiritual power to blow away the fog around him, but it was of no use.

“You’ll have a taste of what it’s like to be toasted and then be punished.” The black-robed man said with regret, “What a shame… Such a good body can only be refined into a ghost corpse.”

In his hands he was controlling the puppet threads that controlled the ghost corpses. As the threads swayed, the ghost corpses also attacked Xia Ling frantically.

The sharp claws tried to dismember her.

Xiao Tian helped Xia Ling block half of the attacks, but there were more and more ghost corpses on the ground, as if there was no end.

The Wuyou Sword trembled faintly, and the sword spirit Wuyou complained: "These things are so dirty, they smell like corpses."

Xia Ling did not take advantage of it at this moment, and used the two sword techniques of Wushuang Wangyue alternately.

Fortunately, I bought a lot of defensive magic weapons from the system mall, so now I am not too behind.

Seeing that Xia Ling could hold on until now, the black-robed man was somewhat surprised: "You have quite a lot of magical instruments, including a sword with a sword spirit. This contracted ghost seems to be somewhat useful, as it can actually devour the ghost corpse transformed by my power."

He muttered, his dark eyes fixed on Xiao Tian with greed: "Great, I can train this little ghost into a ghost king! Hahahaha, then my strength will be greatly increased!"

"Dream on!" Xia Ling kicked the approaching ghost corpse away, ran forward, used the wall to flip over, took out a poison needle and stabbed it at him, and threw the explosion talisman and lightning talisman in his hand forward.

A huge explosion sounded, and the dust and smoke were so heavy that Xia Ling could not see clearly ahead.

But it was obvious that the man in black would not be seriously injured by a few talismans.

He stepped on the ghost corpse's head and returned to the central open space. He was about to carve a formation, but he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

A damp and rotten smell filled Xia Ling's nose, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. But before he could dodge, a pair of pale hands as cold as a white corpse touched his shoulders.

The blood vessels were black, and something was wriggling and crawling wildly among the flesh and blood, which was very scary.

In an instant, Xia Ling stabbed the Wuyou sword in his hand towards the hand without hesitation.

At the same time, the hand extended its sharp claws and cut Xia Ling's shoulder directly.

In an instant, clothes were torn and blood was spread.

The stinging pain spread instantly, but Xia Ling had no time to care about the wound that was already bloody and full of poison. He could only carry out endless attacks and defenses.

“Ahhhhhh!” A scream came from an unknown direction, echoing throughout the entire temple.

This voice... belongs to the monk sent by the Third Prince.

How many of these people were sent here? Senior brothers...

Xia Ling was shocked.

"Tsk, it looks like they succeeded. It's a pity, but I can't play this anymore. It's time to...end it!" When she was feeling uneasy, the man in black robes slashed out a ghost knife in his hand and chopped at her head.

Xia Ling squatted down to avoid it and stepped back quickly.

That didn't give the man in black a chance to react, and he kept chasing her with the blade.

Xia Ling raised his sword to block it, ignoring the wound on his left shoulder, and the divine fire of Que Ling appeared in his hand.

The man in black robe screamed as if he had met his nemesis and quickly took several steps back.

"Ah! Divine fire!" The man's eyes darkened instantly, unbelievable, "You actually have the Divine Fire!"

Because Que Ling was still awake, Xia Ling had to consume a lot of spiritual energy to summon the divine fire. She was already poisoned by the sandalwood, and with the poison spreading in her shoulders, her current state was obviously a bit dangerous.

He took all kinds of recovery pills regardless, but the poison probably had the effect of inhibiting the efficacy of the drugs, and the recovery process was much longer than usual.

He didn't know when blood flowed from his lips. Xia Ling glanced at his shoulder... The poison mark had spread rapidly.

If this continues, she will be exhausted to death.

She couldn't tell what level of cultivation this person had.

The man in black robe turned his head, and the creaking sound of bones colliding was very terrifying in this gloomy space.

"Girl, it's not good to be distracted. Your brothers and those royal lackeys are probably almost dead now. Although you have the divine fire, your cultivation is too low. What can you do to me?"

Xia Ling sneered, looked at the black-robed man who had distanced himself from her, and casually sprinkled the anti-drug powder on the bloody hole on his shoulder, "Then why don't you stop hiding?"

"You!" The man in black robe had a gloomy expression.

At this time, another man in a black robe appeared from the darkness, carrying the heads of three monks.

His tone was very impatient: "Ghost Killer, you are too slow. Why does it take so long to deal with a yellow-haired girl? The teleportation array is about to start. If you don't leave now, the formation in the capital will be destroyed and you will stay here forever!"

When Xia Ling saw the bloody heads of the three men, he felt as if he were in an icy lake.

These were the three monks with the highest levels of cultivation sent by the Third Prince, and they died so miserably.

Then the others...

Xia Ling didn't want to think too much.

The conversation of the man in black robes continued, "This little girl's contracted ghost is quite capable, plus she has divine fire and various defensive magic tools, so I want to play with her."

"Alright, whatever she is, didn't God say that the five disciples should be killed if possible? Gui Ya is being harassed by those two disciples, so kill this girl and go and help him finish the job."

"Tsk, why are you rushing me? Just capture that brat alive, and I will kill this girl myself."

The conversation between the two ended here. Xia Ling was entangled by the ghost corpse and unable to split himself, and the black-robed man who came later attacked Xiao Tian directly.

The evil energy from the surroundings rolled in like an overwhelming force, and the two men in black robes began to cultivate.

The realm is actually... the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation!