Duan Xi, who was in the Mahayana stage, had become the light of immortal cultivation in the hearts of the cultivators.
The demon ancestor had deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. He had rebelled from the Cloud Mountain sect and killed a family of five in Yi Zhou City. He did not even spare a pregnant woman. He had also destroyed the Xuan Kingdom and cut off the fate of the Xuan Kingdom. In the end, he led many demons and forcefully seized the opportunity of the convention of ten thousand immortals, causing countless cultivators to die and be injured in the convention of ten thousand immortals.
The demon ancestor, Xuan Lin.
After cultivating the demon for more than two hundred years, there was no one in the world who could be his match.
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In the northern wilderness, a gray-robed male cultivator was sitting alone on a tall stone platform. He did not know how long he had been sitting there. His Gaze traveled through the vast wilderness. His long silver hair fell behind him, fluttering gently in the desolate wind.
"She's here, " he suddenly said.
"She's here, " a light female voice replied calmly.
A long robe that was like clouds and satin stepped down from not far away. Her figure was clearly still far away. In the next moment, she appeared beside the man.
The strength to shatter the void could be counted with one's fingers in this world. Female cultivators had only one ear.
"Duan Xi. "
"Xuan Lin. "
"Long time no see. "
"Long Time no see. "
They were not people who liked to talk much. When they made a sound, it was a long period of silence.
"Let's fight. " Xuan Lin stood up.
His Dao was able to break through the world with martial arts. He was confident that he would not lose to anyone in the world. However, the higher the realm, the greater the inner demons in his heart. Xuan Lin could not let go, he could not let go of Duan Xi, he could not let go of Xia Xia.
If he could not let go, he could not attain Dao.
"You want to fight just because you say so? " Xia Ling's lips curled up.
She had not found enough ingredients for the rising life pill. Why should she grant Xuan Lin his wish?
"You are not willing? " Xuan Lin's eyes were indifferent.
"I am not willing. "
Xuan Lin looked at her and suddenly clapped his hands lightly.
This voice was like a switch that had been activated. In the distance, a surge of demonic Qi shot up into the sky.
In an instant, countless spiritual senses transmitted their voices towards Xia Ling.
"Elder Duan Xi, the demonic cultivators have suddenly launched an attack. Return quickly. "
"Duan Xi, the demonic cultivators have come prepared. Yi Zhou City and the mortal world have already fallen. Yunshan sect has already activated the mountain protection array. "
"Duan Xi, where are you? You must do your best to restrain the demonic ancestor, or our cultivation world will be in danger! ! ! "
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"fight? " Xuan Lin gave Xia Ling a mocking smile that was similar to her earlier.
"FIGHT! "
The man's smile was really an eyesore.
Xia Ling held the Cloud Mountain Sword upside down and rushed straight towards Xuan Lin.
She had Mahayana cultivation, and he was also a Mahayana. If they fought, who knew who would win and WHO WOULD LOSE!
Bang, Xuan Lin parried a move. Using his fist as a magic weapon, his physical body fought against Xia Ling's cloud sword.
That pure golden light lit up, and Xia Ling's pupils rapidly contracted.
Xuan Lin, this fake devil cultivator, which family's devil cultivator cultivated a pure immortal cultivation technique?
Xuan Lin had actually used the hatred of thousands of living beings as his own training. Xuan Lin was even more ruthless than Xia Ling had imagined.
"Elder Duan Xi, if you want to become an immortal, you'll have to get past me first! "
That slender hand was shrouded in Golden Light. He clenched his fist, and a strong wind wrapped around an extremely masculine and Yang Aura rushed towards Xia Ling's face.
Xia Ling quickly retreated, and the cloud sword drew a deep mark on the ground. The tip of the sword was raised, and Xia Ling was very serious. Her attack was her famous sword technique, the soaring cloud sword technique.
The cloud sword seemed to be able to stir up the wind and clouds. In an instant, the heaven and earth revealed a strange phenomenon. The Mahayana stage cultivator attacked with all his strength. The heaven and earth changed color. A heavy gray darkness enveloped the northern wilderness.
The biting wind rushed towards Xuan Lin.
He looked at Xia Ling quietly. His deep eyes carried a hint of calmness.
Xia Ling attacked with all her strength.
Xuan Lin stood at the wind gap. His robe was burning fiercely. He did not move an inch.
He raised his hand. A strangely shaped long knife, like a knife or a sword, had three sharp blades?