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Around the neat cultivation hall, many disciples of Qingyun sect burst out from all around. The destruction of the former cultivation hall also awakened some of the disciples nearby. Among the faces of these disciples, there was a shock. It seemed that they could not believe why a mountain appeared out of thin air.

After these anxious and confused disciples, a stream of light burst out. They were the disciples of the 18th National Congress of Qingyun sect. The first one was elder martial brother Ying Chen.

Ying Chen walked over quickly, his face was cold, but when he saw the rock falling down, his face suddenly changed, and he scolded all around him, "it's all scattered. The young master is practicing in it. Don't disturb him. Quit immediately!"

All around the disciples were talking. Ying Chen looked at the shilaizhang mountain in the sight and immediately frowned and cheered.

"Little Lord?"

Some of the disciples were very surprised. Some of them couldn't believe their eyes. They still couldn't believe it. How could the little master appear in the mountain?

However, when they heard that master Shao was practicing, they did not dare to stay where they were. After looking back, they stepped back carefully.

"Let's get out and patrol normally. Please be careful. Today, the leader monk of the Ten Thousand Buddhas sect has fallen in our Qingyun sect. Don't be careless."

It was not until the previous part of the disciples left completely that Ying Chen gave orders to the younger martial brother beside him. His face was dignified, and he did not dare to be careless. This time, among the core disciples of Qingyun sect, they were patrolling in person. It can be seen that the high level of the sect was concerned about this matter.

Ying Chen finally took a look at the mountain standing in front of him. His face was calm. Then he called on all the disciples to withdraw.

Within the rock fissure.

Among the huge rock fissures, Ling Jian's body is slightly arched, standing in the mountain, and immediately falls at the foot of the mountain. When his sleeve robe is waved, there seems to be lightning and thunder in the rock fissures, and a layer of lightning net is directly on the edge of the fissure.

"This time, should it be safe?"

Ling Jian clenched his palm, then spread it out slowly. In his palm, the black aura was constantly shaking. The undead black flame contained in it was colliding with a drop of blood essence of the demon bat king. The undead black light dissipated with the impact, and the power of the undead black flame was constantly reducing.

Ling Jian's heart suddenly sank.

Boom!

In the blood essence, there was a sharp roar, and the sound waves seemed to be transformed into essence. With amazing destruction, Ling Jian's slightly curved palm was suddenly spread out, where the black air was directly smashed by a blood light. In the blood essence, the body of the demon bat King appeared in the mountain.

Hum.

This drop of blood essence was suspended in the void, and then suddenly trembled. There was a boundless blood light sweeping around. The blood was boiling. The mini version of the demon bat king, which was almost the size of his head, appeared directly in front of Ling Jian. Suddenly, he fluttered his wings and came down with a bloodbath.

"It's said that the blood essence of a fierce beast is the most rare. It seems that it's true."

At the moment when the blood gas soared, the blood gas around Lingjian rose. The strong essence and blood gas seemed to be a part of the body of the demon bat king. The virtual shadow shrouded him, and the huge pressure diffused out. However, under this pressure, it was a very powerful erosion force.

Brush.

The bloody air swept over Ling Jian's body. The young man's body didn't move, but let the bloody air diffuse. The mini version of the demon bat king, which fluttered like a king from the bloody air, looked like a combination of ferocity and terror, and sent out an amazing breath.

"Spirit worship!"

The young man's calm body suddenly moved, his feet stamped on the ground, and then suddenly stepped out. There was an amazing aura running down his body. Facing the upper breath of the demon bat king in the blood essence, he directly released his own upper breath.

The breath of two superiors confronts together. The amazing storm is suddenly superimposed together with the impact of the breath of two superiors. Buzzing, the breath of the superiors confronts together. The erosive power of the demon bat king does not get the smooth erosion in the imagination. The shrill voice from the blood fog seems to be extremely turbulent.

Ling Jian's body exudes a kind of domineering upper breath. The breath around him seems to be attracted. In the shape of a twisted vortex around him, the blood mist from around the demon bat king is completely engulfed, and the blood mist flows into Ling Jian's body like a sword.

Thorn.

Mini version of the demon bat king, the body suddenly trembled, obviously is also in front of this scene thoroughly shocked, that not smart enough ferocious eyes, flashed a touch of palpitation color, spin even if it is intended to convergence upper breath, take back the last part of the power of hegemony erosion.However, just as he was about to quit, Ling Jian's body appeared in front of him. His left hand turned to palm, his right hand turned to fist, one punch and one palm, combined with Yin and softness. He clapped angrily and sealed off the surroundings of the demon bat king.

Hum.

All around the air, all with the commotion, a dull loud noise came out, the mini version of the demon bat King's body, is shot into a ball of blood, the blood between the cover, startling fell in front of Ling Jian, blood, there is a demon bat King's roar came out, so that this piece of blood with vibration.

Ling Jian's body is full of thunder and fire. In the cracks of the mountain, a force of hegemony appears around, blocking the blood and forming a net of thunder and fire. Under the network coverage, the burning power destroys the aura around, and the roar in the blood gradually weakens.

Ling Jian's hands are covered with the light of immortal black flame, which eventually turns into countless black flames. The flames sweep around and completely envelop the blood, refining it like evaporation. In the case that the blood essence has no resistance at all, the hegemonic power of immortal black flame is fully reflected, incisively and vividly, and finally directly turns into a drop of no blood Blood with any mixing power is swallowed by it and refined.

Hum.

Blood essence appears in the mouth, seems to move slightly, sending out a potential sense of resistance.

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