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The Golden Winged Roc had existed in this world for far too long, even though the secret method had not dissipated, its power had been dissipating nonstop like a funnel. It thought that it could defeat Qin Wu's spiritual body in one go, but it never expected that its resistance would be so intense.

As a result, the energy was constantly being dispersed and there were no additional sources of power. From his initial, steady ascension to the point where he could only fight evenly with Qin Wu, in the end, it had all been him resisting Qin Wu's devouring.

His aura slowly rose …

It could be said that the Golden Winged Roc's fierce spirit was no longer a threat to him.

The battle continued, although Ling Tian's cultivation had soared for a short period of time, he was no match for the group. Under the encirclement of over a dozen people, he could only barely hold on, and counterattack from time to time, and in that situation, once the bloodline power was hidden again, the situation would take a turn for the worse.

And the other person who had entered the ancient battlefield — Ling Yun, had followed the auras of Ling Tian and the others, and already reached a distance of ten thousand meters away.

Beside him, there was also a youth dressed in white clothes like snow. In his arms, he was carrying a infant milk bear s whose eyes were drowsy and filled with milk stains. Who else could this white-clothed youth be other than Qin Feng?

After sleeping for nearly half a month, when Ling Yun was on his way, he finally woke up.

After breaking his defense this time, the aura he gave off was much more tyrannical, and there was even a faintly discernible draconis radix that emitted from his body. His aura also became much sharper, like a unsheathed sharp sword.

Looking at the little milk bear in Qin Feng's arms, Ling Yun couldn't help but think of the slumbering little dragon-cat that had suffered a backlash in anticipation of the future and the three cub s by Cai'er's side.

If they came to the ancient battlefield, they might be able to find a good opportunity for themselves!

Above ancient battlefield, berserk spirit energy undulations raged like a storm, causing sand and rocks to fly, and red sand to fill the sky.

Ling Tian's body was covered in blood, his Qi fluctuating, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, this was because his cultivation level was about to drop.

"Kill him! He is already at the end of his rope!" Su Xin hooted, his body was also dyed red with blood, he had his own team members and Ling Tian.

Suddenly, just when they thought that Ling Tian was about to lose, his mouth formed a cruel smile.

The spirit weapon Sword in his hand that was already covered in cracks was thrown out. A cold light flashed in his hand, and an ancient crystal clear sword appeared in his hand.

With a soft whistle, a sword aura that was as bright as the milky way tore through the sky. It released a faint holy aura that struck towards Su Xin and the rest, the sharp Sword Qi caused everyone's scalps to go numb, the pressure from the holy aura made them want to kneel on the ground, unable to resist.

Traces of blood bloomed as the two Essence Returning Holy Land disciples were sliced into two halves at the waist. Their eyes were wide open and filled with unwillingness, falling into a pool of blood.

Two of them failed to dodge in time, and were sent flying with a pool of blood on their arm.

"Ah!"

Miserable screams rose one after another as Su Xin and the rest retreated with explosive speed. A gigantic barrier of light enveloped them and it was obvious that this was a powerful defensive spirit weapon.

As the sword light came in contact with the barrier, it shook endlessly and rippled. After the sword light was erased, it also shattered with a bang. Those who were still alive were sent flying by the remnant ripples, their heads and faces covered with dirt and their faces in a sorry state.

"quasi-holy instrument!"

Steadying his body, Su Xin and the rest looked at Ling Tian, accurately speaking, he looked at the cold and shiny sword in his hand, there was fear, greed, and hatred in his eyes, Su Xin's expression was ice cold, his eyes flashed with a fiery passion as he said slowly.

Ling Tian half knelt on top of the red sand, his hair was disheveled, a line of blood was hung from the corner of his mouth, his aura was sluggish and unstable, he once again fell back to the late stage of the Martial King, but his eyes were still looking coldly at Su Xin and the others who were not far away.

With his cultivation, he could at most activate the quasi-holy instrument in his hands once, so he did not take it out, just to catch Su Xin and the rest off guard.

However, they never expected that these people would have such powerful defensive treasures. Only two people were killed and two people were seriously injured.

This battle result could be said to be excellent, because the other party was a disciple of a sacred land, and their status was extraordinary as well. However, at a time like this, how could Ling Tian be satisfied with such results?

"This quasi-holy instrument is mine now!" Su Xin looked at the spirit weapon Sword in Ling Tian's hands greedily, his face was filled with excitement.

His gaze was raised slightly as he looked at Ling Tian. His eyes were filled with killing intent, and there was a hint of a ruthless smile on his face along with a bit of pain. Just now, in order to resist the sword light, the strongest defensive Soul Glyphs on his body had been destroyed.

This time, let's see if you can still turn over!

Even within the, this sacred ground, there weren't many quasi-holy instrument. As the direct grandson of the Great Clan Elder and the Son of God of the Essence Returning Holy Land, the strongest divine artifact in his body was only a low level five spirit weapon.

On the other side, Luo Ziyan's chest was moving up and down as she was being attacked jointly by the two. Her face was drenched in sweat and carried the stench of blood.

A woman's physical strength was inferior to a man's. Even if her cultivation base was slightly higher, after a battle, her delicate body felt extremely weak. Even if her spirit energy hadn't been depleted, her body was no longer able to listen to her commands.

Seeing Ling Tian half kneeling on the ground, with his dull yet cold eyes, even though he knew that he had lost his combat effectiveness, Su Xin and the rest shivered, as though they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Kill him, then take care of that Icy Face." Fearing that the later the better, Su Xin ordered coldly while he retreated a few steps. Even though Ling Tian no longer had the combat effectiveness, his previous might had been lost.

One of the Essence Returning Holy Land disciples bitterly stepped forward, his eyes a little perturbed but also a little crazy, walking towards Ling Tian step by step. The snow-white blade in his hand had dark red blood dripping down, patting the sand on it.

Ling Tian's eyes were already in a mess as his head felt dizzy. Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, he wanted to stand up, but his body was too weak. He could only watch as the disciple with a cruel smile on his face walked over with a butcher knife in hand.

However, even though danger was approaching, there was no fear of death in his eyes. There was only an endless, chilling killing intent.

This made the somewhat abnormal thinking youth, Su Xin and the others feel a sense of disappointment. They really wanted to see the look of fear on Ling Tian's face when facing death.

That way, they could play with him. After torturing him for a while, they could kill him. Unfortunately, Ling Tian had disappointed them.

Ling Tian tilted his head slightly, looking at the girl who was rushing towards him with all her might yet was tightly restrained, a look of gentleness appeared in his eyes, revealing a trace of guilt and reluctance.

The bright, snow-white Knife Light pierced through the air with a cold aura, slashing downwards …