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Looking at the swaying Ying Long, Yue Qingcheng burst into a ferocious smile. A sharp look flashed on his face, and a green light flashed through the green blood knife in the air, and it hurriedly struck at Ying Long.

Just when he felt that something big was going to happen, Ying Long suddenly disappeared in front of him.

"Hey, you were so proud just now!" Yue Qingcheng was shocked. He didn't expect that Yinglong's change just now was just an act.

He thought something bad, turned around and wanted to run away. But suddenly he felt that his body was under a fierce attack. If it were not for the defense of the ten thousand year black turtle shell, he would have died on the spot.

"Huh?" Yinglong said softly: "This old turtle shell is really hard!"

Yue Qingcheng's face was pale. He had just inputted mana like crazy to barely maintain the defense of the ten thousand year black turtle shell. In just a flash, more than half of the mana in his body had been consumed. One can imagine the ferocity of the attack just now.

Just when he wanted to take a breath and run away, the dark light from Yinglong's two fist gloves suddenly increased, and he exploded with a more powerful momentum, and several fist lights rushed towards him.

Yue Qingcheng's heart sank, her hands and feet shrank suddenly, and they were all put into the turtle shell.

Ying Long sneered: "Hmph, I really want to be a tortoise with a shrunken head. Let's see if your turtle shell is stronger or my fist is stronger." As he said that, hundreds of punches hit the ten thousand year black turtle shell.

Yue Qingcheng, who was curled up in the ten thousand year black turtle shell, felt a storm-like attack, which shook the ten thousand year black turtle shell and made a loud "dong-dong" sound.

Suddenly, he only felt a chill on his body, and his eyes suddenly brightened up. The ten thousand-year black turtle shell had been cracked by Ying Long's fists at some unknown time. It had lost its function and returned to the size of a palm. Its color dimmed and its brilliance dimmed.

Suddenly, it fell to the ground.

There was a look of heartache on Yue Qingcheng's face. The ten thousand year black turtle shell was a spiritual weapon-level defensive magic weapon. It had done a lot for him and saved him from danger several times. He didn't expect that he would be punched with both hands today.

So ruined.

Not far away, at the exit of the formation, the three Qingming Temple monks who had arrived first looked relieved and were about to walk out of the formation. However, they suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain in their heads, the mana in their bodies was drained, and their souls were also

It was attracted by a strong suction force and kept squeezing towards a little space in front of it.

"Ah..." Huan Wei exclaimed anxiously. The spirits of the three people had been completely absorbed by the three demon-killing needles. The bodies of the three monks also melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Another monk from Qingming Temple who arrived a little later, screamed in surprise, turned around and ran away in the opposite direction with a face full of horror.

As soon as he escaped to the sky above the swamp, several powerful monster auras suddenly emitted from the swamp, and several sharp light bullets slammed into the purple-clothed monk.

He staggered, and the suction force under his feet increased suddenly, and he was suddenly sucked into the swamp. No struggle was seen on his part, and he sank into the swamp. Following that, several powerful monster auras also disappeared.

Seeing the change in just a moment, Yue Qingcheng's expression changed several times. In the blink of an eye, he was the only one left among the nine monks in the Danjie stage.

Looking at Ying Long who was looking at him with a mocking expression and Lin Yu who was calmly guarding the exit, the muscles on his face suddenly became extremely distorted and he let out a burst of desperate laughter: "Haha, since you want me to die, I will fight with you.

perish together."

As he spoke, his whole body's aura suddenly surged, and the golden elixir in his body grew rapidly, releasing an astonishing surge of energy. His feet flashed with light, and he rushed towards Yinglong with a ferocious face.

Seeing Yue Qingcheng trying to self-destruct the golden elixir, Yinglong showed a hint of ridicule on his face and raised his right hand casually, ready to blow him up in the air.

Suddenly, Yue Qingcheng, who was hiding in the light, let out a shrill wail, and all the energy in his body suddenly burst out like a punctured balloon.

He saw three dark demon-killing needles passing through his sea of ​​consciousness, and the Tanzhong and Golden Pills appeared in mid-air again.

Yue Qingcheng's body came to a sudden stop, and the three demon-killing needles had absorbed all his soul in a moment. The golden elixir also disappeared with the rapid loss of spiritual power.

The corpse suspended in the air fell down after the absorption of the Demon-Destroying God Needle was completed. In just a moment, it disappeared.

Lin Yu and Ying Long looked at each other, their consciousness moved slightly, and the grimace masks on their faces disappeared.

I saw that the aura of the two people suddenly changed, and they returned to their original cultivation level. The two people had tired faces, fell to the ground, and both grabbed a handful of elixir and swallowed it in their mouths.

After a brief breath adjustment, the two looked at each other and smiled. Lin Yu used a gentle move to collect all the twelve small flags and several storage bags on the ground into the Sumeru Ring.

Everyone in Ziming Palace was still gathering their souls in the Hunyuan Banner, anxiously waiting for the outcome of the battle. Suddenly, two figures flashed in, and everyone's faces suddenly showed a look of great joy.

"How's it going, Yinglong, how's the situation?" Li Tian and others asked anxiously.

"Well, what should I say? Go out and see for yourself?" Ying Long said with a sad look on his face.

"This...?" Li Tian and others couldn't help but look at Lin Yu with some doubts.

Lin Yu laughed and said, "It's okay, don't be frightened by his expression. Let's go out."

The faces of everyone in Ziming Palace showed expressions of disbelief. In just a short period of time, the two of them managed to kill nine monks in the Danjie Stage. This was incredible.

Seeing everyone's disbelieving expressions on You Zi's face, Lin Yu smiled helplessly and followed Ying Long out of the formation flag.

After a long time, the other members of the Ziming Palace finally plucked up the courage and walked out of the flag formation one after another. They all showed surprise, excitement and a hint of hesitation. They searched around with their spiritual senses, but in the end they did not find Qingming.

Seeing the traces of everyone in the palace, several disciples in yellow couldn't help but happily hugged each other.

Finally, Wang Dacheng, who was still presiding over the flag formation, couldn't help but couldn't bear the lack of news from everyone for a long time, so he collected the flags and appeared in front of everyone.

"You guys are not funny enough. You didn't even tell me that everything was fine, and you asked me to support the flag array by myself." Seeing that there was no longer a threat from the nine people from Qingming Palace, Wang Dacheng said with a look of dissatisfaction.

He walked gently to Yinglong and asked in a low voice: "Junior brother Yinglong, where are those bastards from Qingming Palace?"

"Kill!" Yinglong said simply.

"Kill..., kill them all?" He choked suddenly and asked in disbelief.

He turned to Lin Yu again and asked carefully: "Senior nephew Lin Yu, are you really...killing them all?"

Lin Yu looked at Ying Long, smiled softly, nodded and said, "Well, kill them all. One of them ran to the swamp and was killed by a monster. But when we go out later, don't say it was us.

Killed."

"Hey." He took a breath. If it is true as the two said, all nine people in Qingming Palace have died, then how tyrannical will their cultivation be?

However, the cultivation level displayed by the two of them was not very high. Could it be that the grimace masks on their faces at that time were somewhat enlightening.
Chapter completed!