After the demon king failed to beg for death

When Fu Ling said this, he was also a little stunned.

For someone who has only known each other for a few days, this gesture is too intimate anyway.

Fu Ling turned around, pulled out the hair band from Ling Chen's hand, tied up his hair casually, and said with a haha, "I'll do it myself."

Ling Chen looked at the empty hands, unconsciously clenched his fists, put them behind his back, blinked and stood back to the original position.

Fu Ling looked at the big snake swimming to nowhere, and asked, "Where are we going?"

After asking, he looked at Ling Chen, who had a face like an iron pot, and felt that what he said was useless, and he didn't seem like someone who could answer, so he sat quietly on the snake's head.

The two-headed python went all the way unimpeded, and led the two of them along the way. The strange thing is that they didn't meet anyone along the way.

It stands to reason that there are quite a few people entering this small secret realm, so there is no reason to be so cold.

Fu Ling was still thinking about the reason, when he heard the scolding sound carried into his ears along the wind.

He stood up and looked into the distance. There was a surge of spiritual power in the distant hills. It seemed that someone was fighting.

The giant python stopped in time, Ling Chen seemed to communicate with it, and flew down in a blink of an eye, ignoring Fu Ling who was still on the snake's head, and flew towards that direction by himself.

Fu Ling beckoned: "You...have you left me?"

However, there was no one to be seen.

Fu Ling shook his head, looking at the ground a few feet away from him and slowly stretched out his hand.

This is a strange gesture, if the disciples of Netherstone Mountain would have recognized it a hundred years ago, it is their unique magic art of guiding spirits, which cannot be imitated by others.

The spirit-leading technique can quickly gather the aura of various attributes around him in an instant and use it for him.

Yinling Jue summoned the wind, wrapped Fu Ling, and brought him down from the height without any damage.

The two-headed python didn't know if it had got Ling Chen's order, but seeing that Fu Ling was about to leave, he swayed and followed him step by step.

It looks like it's protecting.

It is really an eyesore for such a huge monster to follow behind.

Fu Ling turned around and reached out to touch the snake's head.

The other hand made a trick, drew a talisman in the air, and slapped the snake on the head.

He has already been able to induce aura, although his soul consciousness is much stronger than that of a high-level cultivator, although it is meager, this simple instigating spell is enough to temporarily control the snake.

Sure enough, the snake was in a trance for a short time and shook its head.

Fu Ling nodded its head and whispered: "Wait here."

Big Snake rubbed his head against his shoulder socket, and spat out the Snake Letter.

Fu Ling turned and left, running towards the place where the spiritual power was surging.

Such a powerful fluctuation of spiritual power, if there is not a master, then there are too many people around.

Fu Ling recalled the rumors he had heard before that the trip to Qishan this time was actually for exterminating demons.

If the devil named Li Chen also entered this small secret realm, it would be really lively.

Fu Ling was quite curious about this new Demon Lord who had inherited his Netherstone Mountain, and wanted to see what the rumored monster with a blue face and long fangs, who could stop children from crying at night, looked like.

Before it got close, the powerful coercion had already overwhelmed it.

Before Fu Ling approached the center of the battle, he already felt the pressure.

Without strong strength, it is impossible to move an inch under this kind of coercion.

This is a master at least in the distraction period.

Before Fu Ling got close, he was stopped in his tracks.

The surrounding wind was strong, flying sand and rocks, leaves swaying, and people who were blown by the wind could barely open their eyes.

Amidst the howling wind, a slightly familiar voice came over: "It's great...you're fine, it's great, Luo Xuan."

As soon as Fu Ling turned his head, he saw Xiao Xiangyang, the unlucky boy, running to his side with a face full of excitement.

"It turns out that you didn't lie to me. I looked back for you, but I didn't find anything."

Xiao Xiangyang was even more embarrassed than when he saw it before, his clothes were already in tatters, and his face was so dark and sloppy that he couldn't see his original appearance.

It stands to reason that it is just a matter that can be dealt with by a simple dust removal spell. I don't know how this person can still toss himself into this appearance.

Fu Ling pointed forward: "What happened over there?"

Mentioning this, Xiao Xiangyang became even more excited: "Don't you know? We found the trace of that big devil, and everyone has already surrounded him. He is unable to fly this time."

Fu Ling: "Is that the new Demon Lord from Mingshi Mountain?"

Xiao Xiangyang dismissed it and said: "What new demon, he is a murderous demon, anyway, this time he must be dead."

Seeing his righteous indignation, Fu Ling couldn't help asking: "Does this devil have a grudge against you, Furong Pavilion?"

When it came to this, Xiao Xiangyang couldn't finish talking for three days and three nights: "There is more than hatred, there are too many Liang Zis, anyway, Mingshi Mountain doesn't have a single good thing."

Fu Ling was a little entangled in his heart, not understanding why Furong Pavilion was on the fence with Mingshi Mountain again.

However, after all, he missed 120 years of time, so naturally he doesn't know about the grievances during this time.

At this moment, a dazzling light almost illuminated the entire hill. This light carried powerful spiritual power, and even affected the two people standing on the edge.

Howls sounded one after another, and a bloody smell spread across the hill, and the coercion of the distracted master just now disappeared.

Fu Ling and Xiao Xiangyang looked at each other and ran over.

The scene in front of me can almost be described as horrible.

The disciples of the righteous way fell all over the place, wearing all kinds of costumes.

From this point of view, there are quite a lot of people coming in.

The people standing almost covered their chests.

In the middle of this group of people, a man in a black robe and a mask stood upright. From the looks of it, he was the only winner.

Xiao Xiangyang clenched his fists: "This devil is simply unforgivable."

Fu Ling's gaze passed Ling Chen, who was standing in the distance and had nothing to do with himself, and landed on a middle-aged man.

Xiao Xiangyang's face is [-]% similar to this person.

This person is Xiao Yunyi, the number one suzerain in the cultivation world.

Xiao Yunyi stood firm on the spot, and he didn't know if he didn't join the battle or because he had strong strength.

At this time, a beautiful fairy from an unknown sect suddenly stood up, pointed at the masked man in the middle and said angrily, "Li Chen, don't be too rampant, I will all be buried here today at Linxianmen, and I will also kill you!" Destroyed bones."

"Li Chen, you kill people like hemp, treat human life like nothing, and slaughtered 180 monks of my righteous way in the valley of the deep abyss. It is an unforgivable crime."

"Today, we are all dead, and we must avenge our dead friends."

Everyone on the field was filled with righteous indignation.

Even many fallen monks stood up tremblingly, wishing to eat their flesh and blood.

The masked man didn't say a word, his back was straight, and he didn't put these words in his ears at all.

"Li Chen, take off the mask if you have the ability, don't hide your head and show your tail, let us see your real face."

Fu Ling glanced at Xiao Yunyi complicatedly, then turned his eyes to the so-called big devil Li Chen.

He turned his head and asked Xiao Xiangyang: "How can you be sure that this is the devil you are looking for?"

After all, wearing a mask, this mask should be made of some special material, which cannot penetrate even the consciousness.

Looking at it this way, it is not sure if this is the devil.

Xiao Xiangyang gritted his teeth: "It's him. It's unmistakable. His mask is made from a piece of black iron that we snatched from Furong Pavilion. It is invulnerable to swords and guns, impervious to water and fire, impenetrable to consciousness, and unique in this cultivation world."

Fu Ling's complexion was a bit subtle. He was the one who took back the black iron in the Furong Pavilion at the time, but he never thought that no one would use it, which made this kid cheaper.

Fu Ling: "What is the cultivation level of this Demon Lord?"

Xiao Xiangyang shook his head: "I don't know. Some people say it's a distraction, some say it's a fusion, and some say it's reached the stage of transformation and cultivation at the Mahayana stage."

Fu Ling's complexion became more complicated: "You know masters of different realms, no matter how many you are, if he is really in the Mahayana stage, you will all give it for nothing, okay?"

Xiao Xiangyang glanced at him suspiciously: "You don't even have cultivation base, you are talking nonsense here, just watch if you don't understand, my father is amazing, plus these sect friends, this time I will definitely be able to eliminate he."

Fu Ling didn't even know how Xiao Yunyi raised this child, he was innocent and stupid, and he was unlucky enough to live to this day, probably because of the shadow of his ascended ancestors.

He didn't know how to explain to him that the promotion of a realm was not only a change in strength, but also state of mind, soul consciousness and so on.

It's not as easy as he thought.

At this moment, the masked man in the middle spoke.

First he sneered, and then he said coldly: "There's a lot of nonsense, let's go together, don't waste time."

Fu Ling was startled by this tone of voice, and Ling Chen's shadow instantly appeared in his mind.

In terms of arrogance, these two people are really a match.

Everyone was shocked by these words.

Surround him in a group, and wait for Xiao Yunyi to give an order, and everyone will attack him together.

Fu Ling looked at Xiao Yunyi who had a serious expression and didn't know what he was thinking, and shook his head.

If things go on like this, these righteous people can really all be folded here and stay in the secret realm for a long time.

Fu Ling was still worried about the future of the cultivation world, but the Xuantianzong people suddenly discovered him.

Someone said loudly: "Luo Xuan, come quickly."

Fu Ling turned his head to look, and it turned out to be Song Yankai, a big fool.

When Song Yankai saw Fu Ling, he was not surprised. With his miscellaneous spiritual root cultivation, it was a miracle that he survived in this small secret place where strange beasts were rampant.

Xiao Xiangyang looked at Fu Ling, and couldn't help asking: "Luo Xuan, so you are from the Xuantian Sect?"

Before Xiao Xiangyang finished asking, Ling Chen, who was standing not far away, had already stood beside Fu Ling.

Ling Chen had a cold face, and said angrily: "What are you doing here, are you gathering corpses?"

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Fu Ling: Why does everyone think I won't live long.

Guess what the masked man is?

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