Chapter 1107 Xianxia Is a Bit Salty (21)

Duanxi in the Mahayana period has become the light of cultivating immortals in the hearts of monks.

The demon ancestor deceived his master to destroy his ancestors, rebelled from the Yunshan faction, first killed a family of five in Yizhou City, even a pregnant woman, and then destroyed Xuanguo, breaking the fate of Xuanguo. In the end, he led many demon clans and robbed the opportunity of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, causing countless deaths and injuries to the monks at the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference.

Demon ancestor Xuanlin.

After cultivating demons for more than two hundred years, no one in the world is his equal.

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In the northern wilderness, a male cultivator in a gray robe sat alone on a tall stone platform. He didn't know how long he had been sitting here. swing.

"Here we come." He said suddenly.

"Here we come." A soft female voice answered safely.

Dressed in a satin-like robe, she stepped down from not far away, her figure was clearly still far away, and the next moment, she had already appeared beside the man.

This ability to break through the void is one of the few in this world, and the only female cultivator has ears.

"Duan Xi."

"Xuan Lin."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

They are not very talkative people, saying hello is a long silence.

"Let's play a game." Xuan Lin stood up.

His way is to break the world with martial arts, and he is confident that he will not lose to anyone in the world. It's just that the higher the realm, the more demons he has inside him. Xuanlin can't let go, Duanxi can't let go, Xia Xia can't let go.

If he can't let go, he won't be able to understand.

"Are you going to fight if you say so?" Xia Ling curled his lips.

She hasn't found enough ingredients for Susheng Pill, so why should she fulfill Xuanlin?

"You don't want to?" Xuan Lin's eyes were indifferent.

"I don't want to."

Xuan Lin looked at her and suddenly clapped her hands lightly.

The sound was like turning on a switch, and in the distance, a wave of demonic energy rushed into the sky.

In an instant, countless spiritual senses rushed towards Xia Ling through sound transmission.

"Elder Duanxi, Moxiu suddenly launched an attack, hurry back."

"Duanxi, the demon cultivators have come prepared. Yizhou City and the Mortal Realm have fallen, and the Yunshan faction has opened a large formation to protect the mountain."

"Duanxi, where are you, you must try your best to contain the Demon Ancestor, otherwise my cultivation world will be in danger!!!"

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"Hit?" Xuan Lin gave Xia Ling a sarcastic smile similar to hers just now.

"beat!"

The man's smile is really annoying.

Xia Ling held the Yunshan sword upside down, and rushed towards Xuanlin.

She has a Mahayana cultivation base, and he is also a Mahayana. In a fight, whoever wins may lose!

Bang, Xuanlin parried a move, using his fist as a weapon, his body resisted Xia Ling's cloud sword.

The pure golden light shone, and Xia Ling's pupils shrank sharply.

Xuanlin is a fake demon cultivator, which demon cultivator practiced pure immortal skills?

Even taking the resentment of thousands of living beings as his training, Xuan Lin is more cruel to himself than Xia Ling imagined.

"Elder Duanxi, if you want to become a fairy, you have to pass my level first!"

The slender hand was shrouded in the golden light, clenched into a fist, and a strong wind wrapped in the aura of rigidity and yang, and rushed towards Xia Ling's face with offense as defense.

Xia Ling retreated quickly, Yun Jian drew a deep mark on the ground, the tip of the sword was raised, Xia Ling moved really, and the shot was her famous sword technique, Lingyun sword technique.

The cloud sword seems to be able to stir up the wind and clouds, and the sky and the earth show a vision in an instant. The monks of the Mahayana period made a full attack, and the sky and the earth changed color, and a heavy gray shrouded the northern wilderness.

The lingering wind rushed towards Xuan Lin.

He looked at Xia Ling quietly, with a quiet light in his deep eyes.

Xia Ling attacked with all his strength.

Xuan Lin stood in the wind, his robes were fierce, and he didn't move.

He raised his hand, a long knife with a strange shape, like a long knife with three points and two blades?