Honglan felt a big deal, and a layer of fine fragrant sweat appeared on her forehead. As soon as the fragrant sweat came out, it was immediately evaporated by her scorching body temperature.

The fourth snake head, the fifth snake head... The eighth snake head... The nine-turn demon snake went eight times in a row. As Ling Yuhang retreated step by step, his momentum began to decline and his breath gradually became weak. However, just as the ninth snake head was covered with cracks and was about to be annihilated, his finger shattered with a "pop" sound, turning into countless flames and impacting Ling Yuhang's body...

Although the light flame is powerful, this level of attack only knocked Ling Yuhang overflowing holes, but it was impossible to completely annihilate him. After using up the Holy Heart Destroyer, Hong Lan exhaled his energy, and his spiritual energy was almost dissipated, but this failed to completely kill Ling Yuhang, which disappointed her. "No, I can't let him recover!" Lin Feng and Xiaoyin looked at each other, and the former grabbed Xiaoyin's shoulder and pressed her down, "You stay, I just took some care of it, and now I can explode again! I will explode again the last time!"

Lin Feng couldn't let Ling Yuhang recover like this, he had to seize the time to deal with him. "Bang!" Lin Feng stepped on the air, and at that moment, the air was stepped on a arc by him. This was the power he stimulated with his pure Taoist body.

In an instant, Lin Feng had already rushed to Ling Yuhang's body. With a low roar, a blue light appeared on the Taoist body. With the appearance of light, his life fire burned wildly, as if he wanted to swallow the spiritual energy between heaven and earth in one breath. "Temper the body and penetrate the mountains and rivers!"

Lin Feng's aura suddenly surged to the peak. At this moment, he already had the combat power of the body-expanding realm!

"Break it for me!"

When his fist was knocked out, it was like the sky falling down, and it could destroy everything.

The demon snake's head roared and resisted its fist, but it was useless. In the blink of an eye, it was covered with cracks!

With a "pan" sound, the last snake head of the Nine-turn Demon Snake collapsed!

A punch succeeded, but Lin Feng did not relax at all. He shouted, burning his blood again, pushing his body to the limit of the power of destroying mountains and rivers.

At this moment, the air was twisted in his hands, and anything seemed as fragile as paper in front of his Tao.

Just as he was about to tear Ling Yuhang apart, the twisted black air around him suddenly surged, condensed into a pitch-black sword, which was held in Ling Yuhang.

Lin Feng was slightly shocked, but he was not surprised.

"Hehehe... Have you forgotten that I am a sword cultivator!" Ling Yuhang held the sword, slashed suddenly, tearing open Lin Feng's flesh, "Now I'm going to see who can save you! The Demonic Sword - the Heavenly Sword!"

"Swish--" The bright red blood dyed the night sky red, and Lin Feng fell down like a broken kite. On his chest, a shocking sword mark tore his flesh and blood, revealing his thick ribs!

If Lin Feng had not been able to refine his body, the sword would have already cut his Taoist body. Although he had not been cut into two pieces, the black air had already penetrated into his lungs along Ling Yuhang's sword marks.

"Brother Lin Feng!" Xiao Yin shouted, killing a ghost with Yuelun, and quickly went over to help Lin Feng.

The ghosts sensed the smell of blood, and they all seemed to smell the tempting delicacy, and they all rushed to eat, wanting to feast on them.

"Go away!" Xiao Yin shouted sweetly, and with his arms stroked, the moon shook across the sky. At the same time, she ignited the life furnace, and the life fire surged out wildly, urging the moon into a golden moon wheel that was urged to urge it.

"Moon Dance!"

The moon cycle reincarnates like a butterfly dances, and the flying trajectory evolves into a field, and that field has become a forbidden area that ghosts cannot break through.

The inability of ghosts to break through does not mean that others cannot do it.

Just Ling Yuhang.

Ling Yuhang had no intention of letting Xiaoyin rush to help Lin Feng smoothly. He smiled and waved the Demon Heaven's sword. In an instant, the dark light covered the moon wheel and divided into countless sword lights to wrap them.

"Split Magic Shadow Sword..."

...

"It's dangerous!" Honglan and Jian Shisi both sweated coldly for Xiao Yin, but Ling Yuhang's voice sounded in their ears, "Don't say it seems that you are very safe..."

The two of them felt a stern, wanting to use defensive measures, but Ling Yuhang had appeared at some point. His body was fragile and covered with black threads. Not long after, it had recovered as before.

He held the sword of Demon Heaven and smiled grimly and cruelly. Countless ghosts floated around, making him look like a king among the demons.

"This is really a...extremely wonderful experience." He opened his arms as if he wanted to embrace the sky, "The smell of darkness! The breath of killing! And, the feeling of the king!"

"Silly." Honglan said coldly, "A person who embraces the darkness will sooner or later be swallowed by the darkness!"

"You are so stubborn, but you are the ones who are devoured by the darkness now." Ling Yuhang pointed his finger, and the ghosts flocked to him as if they were granted the imperial edict.

Seeing the ghost coming, Honglan had no power to fight. At the moment of crisis, she didn't know where the idea came out, which prompted her to shout in a strange way: "Chu Tianming, have you not come out yet?"

"Stop calling, even the God of Daluo can't save you!" Ling Yuhang laughed.

"That may not be."

At this moment, a plain voice sounded from somewhere, but it seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

Hearing Chu Tianming's voice, Hong Lan couldn't help but relax, as if Chu Tianming could solve anything when he came.

The next moment, a trace of ink appeared in front of Ling Yuhang, and fell on the ghost like the ink that the master of calligraphy was splashing open. As soon as it touched the ink, all the ghosts let out a shrill sound in an instant, and then exploded into a large piece of black smoke.

A trace of ink fell in front of Ling Yuhang and also fell towards him. He roared angrily, "A mere drop of ink, wants to force me to retreat? I'm delusional!"

He waved Mo Tian's sword and slashed at the ink, but the Mo Tian's sword raised countless black smoke as soon as it touched the ink, as if it had evaporated by the ink.

Ling Yuhang also felt the moment the black smoke rose. The Demon Sky sword was an extension of his body, but now it was evaporated, so that he felt an unbearable burning sensation, as if his soul was about to be torn apart.

He was in great pain and could not help but roar, "Damn Chu Tianming! Don't hide in the dark and make trouble. I have the will to come out for me and see how I kill you!"

"Don't worry, isn't this coming?" A faint voice came from the sky.

Ling Yuhang looked up and saw countless ghosts dissipating like black smoke. Chu Tianming walked down the ink marks slowly. Even though the whole world was dark, even if the ghosts filled the entire sky, he was always leisurely and comfortable when he walked there, as if he was strolling in the back garden.
Chapter completed!