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This ray of black light arrived quickly and pierced into Ye Ling's neck like a bolt of black lightning.

Suddenly, Leng Qiuyue's beautiful eyes widened as she sucked in a breath of cold air.

Crack!

A pair of white fingers shot forward and the black light suddenly froze!

"Who is it!" A bright light shot out from Ye Ling's eyes. Then, the black light flashed and suddenly disappeared.

The scene in front of him was as lively as it was before him.

However, Ye Ling did not show any signs of neglect because around him, an overwhelming killing intent had already enveloped him.

"Who?" Leng Qiu Yue exclaimed in a low voice, looking left and right, but didn't see anything.

Originally, her cultivation would not have been able to feel this killing intent, but now that she had advanced to the late stage of the Xuan Wu Realm, her spiritual sense was extremely strong. She immediately felt this terrifying aura.

He was an absolute superior cultivator. He was able to freely release his killing intent. Now, he was releasing it completely. Apparently, he treated the two of them like dead men.

"Sir, would you be the expert from the Xiang Leng Clan who is hiding behind a screen? [You actually dare to sneak attack me. You really think so highly of me. Do you think I won't be able to find you just because you hide?] "Hee hee …"

Crash …

Ye Ling made a grasping motion with his large hands, and instantly, a clear burst of light appeared in front of him, and a crisp sound of an explosion could be heard in the air.

"There's someone here!"

Leng Qiu Yue suddenly realized that there was a shadow shuttling back and forth in the clear light.

His speed was incredibly fast, as if he was not in the same space as the two of them.

"Come out!"

Dong! A punch was thrown out, and twelve shadows flew around randomly. Instantly, space exploded, and with a muffled sound, a pitch-black figure was forced out.

"Pu ci …"

This sound was like the tearing of a brocade sack. With a wave of the black shadow, it turned into a rain of arrows.

"Ye Ling, be careful!" This is the manifestation of my Leng Clan's Primordial Spirit, the Thousand Illusion Arrow, it is the highest realm! Heavens! Other than my father, there was actually someone else who managed to reach such a level! "

Leng Qiyue could not help but shout with a tone that could not conceal the shock in her heart, because this was the technique that belonged to her, the direct descendant of the Leng Clan.

These arrows were not real arrows. They were the manifestation of the primordial spirit. However, their killing power was a hundred times stronger than real arrows. They could pierce the primordial spirit and pierce it!

"Twelve Celestial baleful qi!" Ye Ling waved his hands, and his face lit up with confidence.

Immediately, twelve phantoms appeared, and these Purgatory Asura devils all had robust bodies like steel, their essence energy roiling in the air.

After being promoted to a 2-star Asura, the strength of these Asura's had a qualitative change. At this moment, Ye Ling had just tested out the might of the 12 heavens!

When the twelve phantoms saw the arrow shooting towards them, they did not stop it. Instead, they gathered together and roared loudly!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

It was like the roar of a tiger or the roar of a mountain. A strong wave of blood energy soared to the sky!

The chests of the twelve Asura devils swelled up, and an intense decibels shot out from their mouths.

"Ah …" Leng Qiu Yue couldn't help covering her ears.

Suddenly, the arrows of Qian Bai stopped moving, and then burst into crackling sounds. Finally, like bubbles melting, they all exploded.

The origin soul was yin. The moment it met a fierce Qi, it would immediately dissipate.

If it was a steel arrow, it would have long been shot out. However, Purgatory's Asura's physique was so strong that even a steel arrow would not be able to pierce through it.

After a cultivator advanced to the Black Turtle, they mostly used their primordial spirit to compete with the technique, rather than constantly using their physical body under the Black Turtle.

Bang! The soul exploded and gradually took the form of an old man. He coughed continuously as he quickly escaped.

"Go!"

Ye Ling knew that the other party had suffered a huge loss at this moment. With the twelve Asura warriors joining forces, unless it was a Heaven realm expert, it was simply unstoppable.

Sure enough, twelve phantoms rushed out!

BOOM! Twelve Asura's joined hands to send out a series of sonic booms in all directions.

"If you have friends coming from afar, why don't you say so? Since you dared to attack me, you should stay!"

Ye Ling laughed out loud. His big hand viciously covered the sky. Instantly, the air rippled like water and a shadow was pulled out.

The huge black robe was cut open, revealing an old man who was at the end of his years.

"Ancestor Leng Wuchang!" Leng Qiyue widened her beautiful eyes and sucked in a breath of cold air.

This old man was an extremely influential ancestor of the Leng Clan, even more senior than her father. However, it was rumored that he died due to Qi deviation while cultivating twenty years ago.

"Autumn …" Cough cough, it's me. " The old man nodded and smiled kindly, "I even held you when you were born, but you probably don't remember."

"Are you really Patriarch Wuchang?" Leng Qiu Yue's eyes were filled with confusion. She pointed at the old man and asked curiously, "But …" But I clearly saw your memorial tablet in the Leng Clan's ancestral hall. "

"It's just faking death. If I wasn't in charge, the Leng Clan would have long since been swallowed by those tigers and wolves …" Ahem. Fellow Daoist, you are truly amazing. I truly admire you. " Leng Wuchang cupped his hands in a salute, then coughed again and again, his face was already pale.

"Hehe, I assume that you have made your move to test my strength." Ye Ling did not give this old fellow any face. After all, he could not fake the killing intent just now.

"Now that you have tested it with your own hands, are you going to kill me?" Ye Ling's tone contained a hint of playfulness.

"No, no, no …" Fellow Daoist, you are quite powerful, how could this old man dare to attack again? Just now … It was just a misunderstanding. " Leng Wuchang quickly waved his hand, his heart was filled with bitterness.

At this moment, he didn't dare to put on any airs from the ancestor. After all, the cultivation world respected power.

"Ye Ling …" Patriarch Wuchang didn't do it on purpose. " Leng Qiu Yue also pulled on Ye Ling and widened his eyes.

"Hehe, of course I know. After all, we are a family, aren't we?" Ye Ling's attitude immediately took a 180 degree turn. He reached out his hand to touch Leng Wuchang's shoulder and whispered, "I really don't like this way of greeting. The next time we meet, I'm afraid the memorial tablet of the Leng Clan will become real."

"Ye Ling, what are you two talking about?" Leng Qiyue felt a wave of doubt in her heart. The two people beside her were whispering to each other, not allowing her to hear anything.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I'm reminiscing about old times with Ancestor Wuchang, and he even said that your aptitude is good enough to bestow you with a Spirit Treasure." Ye Ling rolled his eyes and said naughtily.

Cold Impermanence immediately opened her eyes wide … The heck, when did I say such words?

"Really?" Leng Qiu Yue's eyes lit up. Although a Xuan Wu Realm cultivator could refine spiritual tools, it would still take a lot of effort.

"That's right, that's right." Ye Ling hurriedly followed up and blinked a few times, "This …" Patriarch Wuchang said that he would reward you with a powerful spiritual item that is at least much more powerful than the Violet Firmament Sword. Patriarch Wuchang, don't you think so? "

Puff …

Leng Wuchen was about to spurt blood.

This brat was too evil! He had only tested her a little, yet she was already bleeding so heavily!

A totem that was not inferior to the Purple Clouds! That's a high grade spiritual weapon! Do you think high grade spiritual tools are cabbages?!

Leng Wuchang's heart was bleeding, but when he saw Ye Ling's charming eyes, he couldn't help but shiver.

If he doesn't agree with Ye Ling now, there might be a worse idea coming his way.

Thinking to this, Leng Wuchang could only squeeze out a smile on his face, "Cough cough …" "What little friend Ye Ling said is right. Qiuyue, you actually managed to open the clan's bloodline. Very good, very good. Today, this thunderbolt blade will be yours to defend against!"

With a flip of his hand, a large blade with flashing lightning appeared. With a horizontal slash, the lightning shot out a hundred zhang, and the sound of a thunderclap exploded out.

"Thank you, Patriarch Wuchang!" Leng Qiuyue's face was filled with joy, she took the Thunderbolt Blade and played with it.

Looking at Leng Qiyue constantly releasing lightning, Leng Wuchang felt even more depressed. This item was at least one of the top three treasures in his treasury. If he just gave it away like that, it would be a lie even if he said it didn't hurt.

"Hehe, geezer, a girl like Qiu Yue, giving her a knife might not be appropriate." Ye Ling continued whispering in his ear. At this moment, it was as though an old fox had revealed his tail.

"I... I really am gone. "

"Is it really gone?"

"There's really nothing else." Leng Wuchang nodded his head repeatedly. At this moment, he was looking at Ye Ling as if he was looking at a monster.

What kind of person was this? Why was it so dark? Even the number of people that opened the black dot couldn't even compare to one in ten thousand!

"Hehe, I'll let you off this time." Ye Ling patted Leng Wuchang on the shoulder, and then waved at the lightning that shot out from the opposite side of the mountain, "Autumn is leaving! "Let's return to the Immortal Cloud Sect!"

"Sure." Leng Qiu Yue kept her Thunderbolt Blade and obediently followed behind Ye Ling.

"Hehe, Ancestor Wuchang, we'll meet again in the future." With a smile on his face, Ye Ling disappeared from the horizon.

Leng Wuchang stared at Ye Ling's disappearing figure in silence.

See you! To see your sister, I wish I could never see you again in this life.

At this moment, Leng Wuchang was truly regretting his decision. Why did he come looking for trouble with Ye Ling when he had nothing to do? Wasn't this just looking for trouble?

"Ancestor …"

Suddenly, a dozen or so cold gusts of wind swept over, condensing into a human form on the ground. It was the dozen or so Leng elders.

"Ancestor, are you alright?" "Where is Ye Ling?" When Elder Shuang saw Leng Wuchang's pale face, she immediately rushed forward to support him.

"Pass my order, I will fulfill all of Ye Ling's requests." Leng Wuchang coughed continuously, then added, "Unconditionally."

"Ah …" The group of elders were stunned. What was going on?

"Are my words useless?" Leng Wuchang glared at him.

"Yes sir!" The group of Elders all knelt down.

The Immortal Cloud Sect, Thunder Dominion.

After Ye Ling and Leng Qiuyue arrived at the Immortal Cloud Sect, they simply packed up Leng Qiyue's luggage and moved into Thunderclap Centre together.

On this trip to the Ye Family, both of them had made a breakthrough. In order to consolidate their cultivation, they had to go into seclusion in Thunderclap.

An hour later, over a dozen figures suddenly descended from outside Thunderclap Hall in unison!