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At this moment, Yan Wuping no longer cared about what move Shi Ling used, immediately clashing head on with his palm. The next moment, he saw that Shi Ling's entire body had been sent flying by Yan Wuping, and Yan Wuping was shocked. He did not expect that Shi Ling did not use brute force, but rather used his own mana to fight against him.

However, in terms of mana, with Yan Wuping's cultivation level which was two levels higher than Shi Ling's, he could easily beat Shi Ling without any chance at all. Shi Ling shouldn't be that stupid, right? He knew his cultivation level was not high enough, but why was he still attacking with his own strength?

Yan Wuping watched as Shi Ling slowly crawled up from the ground, and immediately stepped forward. He didn't care what the reason was, as long as he killed Shi Ling, nothing could change.

At this time, Shi Ling wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but laugh at himself and say, "It seems that the Heavy Buddha Palm isn't that easy to learn. Even if you cultivate in your mental state for an entire day and night, it won't have much of an effect."

As he said this, Shi Ling also charged towards Yan Wuping. The two of them clashed against each other, fists and feet clashing against each other. While the two of them were dodging the attacks of the demonic beasts, they were also engaged in a fierce battle.

Seeing this scene, Qiu DaoZhuo and the other men in black looked at each other with a look of ecstasy on their faces. Qiu DaoZhuo and the other men in black looked at each other with a look of ecstasy on their faces.

However, because Shi Ling and Yan Wuping were both in a constantly jumping state, they needed time to catch up to them. However, as they were running, they saw that Yan Wuping was actually retreating backwards, and in the clash between the two, Yan Wuping was gradually losing the upper hand, and quite a few times, he had been hit by Shi Ling's fist. If not for his cultivation being two levels higher than Shi Lingping, with his terrifying brute strength, he would have been struck down by Shi Ling a long time ago.

When everyone saw Yan Wuping being suppressed by Shi Ling once again, their hearts began to hesitate. Only Qiu DaoZhuo said decisively, "Hurry up and save Martial Uncle Yan, he can't hold on much longer."

Once the strongest powerhouse, Yan Wuping, failed, then their situation would be in danger. At that time, once they fell into Shi Ling's hands, even if they didn't die, they would at least lose their lives. With Shi Ling's vengeful character, it was not impossible.

At the same time, Shi Ling, who was fighting with Yan Wuping, felt a little surprised. He could feel that Yan Wuping's fist power was getting smaller and smaller, or perhaps it could be said that his magic power was getting weaker and weaker, especially after exchanging a few blows with him, his opponent's magic power was like a receding tide.

At this moment, Yan Wuping was already cursing in his heart. With his own body, he was naturally clearer than anyone else about this. From just now to now, the connection between him and the magic source in his body seemed to be sealed by an invisible force, causing him to be able to draw less and less magic power out from it.

At this moment, Yan Wuping was pushed back by Shi Ling's palm, and the two of them simultaneously landed on a huge rock. At this moment, Yan Wuping was forced back by Shi Ling's palm, and the two of them simultaneously landed on a huge rock.

Immediately, he looked at his own palm, and discovered that it was pitch black. At the same time, he also remembered the palm strike he had used against Shi Ling just now, when Shi Ling had said the words "Lord of the Buddha's Prison". He did not know if it was an illusion, but why did he think that this move sounded so familiar?

At this moment, Shi Ling calmly said, "Does it feel like my magic source has been sealed by an invisible force, causing the mana I can summon to become lesser and lesser?"

When Yan Wuping heard these words, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly thought of something. Immediately, he cried out in surprise, "You are the descendant of the Everlasting School!"

He didn't expect the other party to know of his master. However, he didn't find it strange. The other party had lived in the Spirit Sword Sect longer than he had, so it wasn't surprising that he knew of the Everlasting School.

As he felt all of Yan Wuping's mana being sealed, he couldn't help but exclaim in wonder, "It's good that you have the experience. With your knowledge, you can recognize anything instantly. However, since you've already recognized it, I can't let you live!"

Yan Wuping fell to his knees on the spot, a look of despair on his face. It was unknown if it was due to Shi Ling's strength or the fact that he was the descendant of the Everlasting School, but it could be confirmed that Yan Wuping no longer dared to fight against Shi Ling. The look of despair on his face could be seen.

As he spoke, Shi Ling raised a hand, intending to smack Yan Wuping's head. However, at this moment, a loud roar rang out, "Insolent bastard, don't even think of harming my Martial Uncle Yan. Watch me take your pathetic life!"

When Shi Ling heard the sound, he lifted his head and saw Qiu DaoZhuo and a group of men in black charging towards him. His mouth split into a smile as he said, "It's good that you're back. Otherwise, I won't have to search one by one."

At this moment, Shi Ling took out the Mysterious Wood Sword from his storage ring. Then, he fiercely slashed at the person who came over, and a light sound of "dong" rang out. That person was immediately sent flying and landed on the ground, crushed to death by the demonic beasts that passed by.

Once again, Shi Ling's gaze fell upon the few people standing on the tree. Their gazes were all filled with dread as they stared at Shi Ling, as well as Yan Wuping kneeling in front of him. They had no idea what Shi Ling and Yan Wuping had just said, but it would cause Yan Wuping to reveal expressions of despair.

When Qiu DaoZhuo saw the scene in front of him, he immediately shouted, "Martial Uncle Yan, what happened to you? "Quickly go, we will join hands with you and with your body refining fourth level cultivation, we can definitely take him down. Martial Uncle Yan, Martial Uncle Yan!"

However, at this point, Yan Wuping suddenly reacted, grabbing onto Shi Ling's waist, and shouted loudly to the rest: "Hurry up and run, you are no match for him, hurry up and run! As long as there is one who can survive, go back and inform the sect that the Everlasting Faction is back!" "Quick, run!"

As Yan Wuping spoke, his face was filled with fear, and his voice was trembling slightly. But upon hearing these words, everyone was stunned, the Everlasting School, they seemed to have heard of them somewhere before, but because they had been separated for too long, almost no one knew.

Seeing how excited Yan Wuping was, they did not dare to hesitate any longer and immediately turned around to flee. Even Qiu DaoZhuo was also confused, perhaps only the elders of the clan would know of this matter.

However, at this time, Shi Ling had kicked Yan Wuping off the huge rock, directly landing on the ground. Without the support of mana, how could a mortal endure such a fall? Immediately, Yan Wuping was knocked unconscious by the impact, before he was stomped into a pile of mud by the incoming demonic beasts.

He whispered, "I, Shi Ling, have never thought of making enemies with you, nor have I ever provoked you. However, you have repeatedly tried to kill me, do you really think that I, Shi Ling, am easy to bully? Today, none of you will be able to return alive! "

As he spoke, Shi Ling hefted the black wooden sword over his shoulder. He then raised a finger and looked at the people who were running away. He then whispered, "Shadow Slaughter!"

Suddenly, a spot of light condensed on Shi Ling's finger and shot toward the fleeing people.

Swoosh! A ray of light flew past, instantly killing a person there. At the same time, Shi Ling's hand swept to the side, and a ray of light cut through the scattered fleeing people, separating the upper half of the body from the lower half of the body.

Seeing this scene, Qiu DaoZhuo suddenly dropped to the ground, avoiding the incoming ray of light, then immediately stood up and ran like he didn't care for his life.

After confirming that there was only Qiu DaoZhuo left, Shi Ling's eyes swept across the crowd, and after confirming that there was only Qiu DaoZhuo left, he suddenly stomped his feet on the ground and chased after Qiu DaoZhuo. Seeing that his face had turned pale, Qiu DaoZhuo hurriedly urged his Fa Li to speed up his own footsteps to make himself run faster.

However, was a mere Body Tempering cultivator like him even comparable to Shi Ling's four raging bulls? Of course not.

Shi Ling continued to jump about on the trees, gradually closing the distance between him and Qiu DaoZhuo. Qiu DaoZhuo was scared out of his wits, and as he ran, he shouted, "Shitian! I am Chang Yuan City's Qiu Family's bastard son, if you kill me, the Qiu Family will not let you off! "

Of course, he knew who the Qiu Family was. It was a family that was on par with the Zhang Family, and had been established for hundreds of years in Chang Yuan City, yet it did not fall. One could imagine how deep its foundation was, moreover, the Qiu Family held quite a high position within the Spirit Sword Sect, and the Patriarch of the Qiu Family could directly meet with the Sect Master.

It would be a lie if Shi Ling said he wasn't afraid of such a big family. However, the corners of his mouth curled up as he said, "If you die here, who will tell the Qiu Family that I did it?"

From what Shi Ling was saying, it was obvious that he wanted to kill them to keep his mouth shut. For Shi Ling, in this world, only the mouth of a dead person was the most secure, so he absolutely could not let Qiu DaoZhuo return. Moreover, he also had the status of the heir of the Everlasting School.

The next moment, he saw the wooden sword spin in the sky like a boomerang and shoot towards Qiu DaoZhuo. When Qiu DaoZhuo saw this, his expression changed, and he immediately took out an detonate talisman from his storage ring, before throwing it at the black wood sword.

A rumbling sound could be heard, along with a series of explosions. The black wood sword was sent flying back, and was caught by Shi Ling. At the same time, Qiu DaoZhuo was also blown to the ground, spitting out blood.

When he saw Shi Ling walk towards him step by step, his face was filled with fear. He shouted, "Don't kill me, spare me! I promise that when we return to the sect, I will not say anything. I can help you deal with Zhang Yusheng, and I can give you a lot of money. As long as you don't kill me, I'll promise you anything!"

As he said this, he retreated with all his might, but at this moment, a light drizzle suddenly began to fall in the sky, quickly wetting the ground. Shi Ling looked at him indifferently in the rain and said, "When you and Yan Wuping allied together to kill me, did you ever think of doing it again today? When your men almost beat me up to the point where I lost my life, did they think of this day? "

Qiu DaoZhuo was kneeling on the ground, begging without any dignity, "My lord, this lowly one knows that I am wrong, it is this humble one who is obsessed with wealth, hearing that old thief Yan Wuping's slanderous words, that is why I came to help him deal with you, and the method that I used to deal with you, and the person who executed your plan, is all done by Yan Wuping alone. I did not interfere at all."

As he spoke, he kowtowed with all his might, causing a loud sound as he kowtowed. Blood flowed out from his head, but he did not notice, only that Shi Ling spoke calmly, "Do you regret it now? I tell you, it's too late! "

As he spoke, Shi Ling suddenly raised the Mystic Wood Sword in his hand. Seeing this, Qiu Daozhuo immediately cried out in fear.

However, at this moment, Shi Ling suddenly opened his eyes. He could feel an intense pain assaulting his chest.

When Qiu DaoZhuo saw that Shi Ling did not attack him, he immediately threw the last explosive talisman in his storage ring at Shi Ling.

With a loud explosion, Shi Ling was sent flying backwards, while Qiu DaoZhuo took advantage of this opportunity to hurriedly flee. One could imagine how astonishing this speed was, triggered by his desire to survive.

At the same time, Shi Ling stood up with all his might, one hand still clutching his chest. The pain was getting more and more obvious, causing him to have the urge to faint, but he still stood up, looking at the fleeing Qiu DaoZhuo as he slowly stretched out his hand.

Fresh blood flowed out of Shi Ling's mouth as he muttered, "Afterimage Kill!"

After saying that, Shi Ling used all of his mana to condense a light source and shot it towards Qiu Daozhuo.

With a loud thud, Qiu DaoZhuo's body was penetrated in an instant, and he fell to the ground. At the same time, Shi Ling also spat out a mouthful of blood, and knelt down on the ground with a pained look on his face.

As he spoke, Shi Ling lifted up his palm, and saw a pitch-black Qi swirling around his palm. Seeing this, Shi Ling's pupils constricted as he cried out in alarm, "The Heavy Buddha Prison Mountain Palm is actually an evil art!"