Unfortunately, a great man like you will die at my hands.

After hearing this, Ling Sheng felt a pain in his feet before he could reply. He looked down and saw two mud hands growing on the ground, holding his ankle.

These two mud hands clearly condensed by Taoist techniques, with great force, pinching the bones creaking.

Ling Sheng's feet were already injured, and when he was clamped by the mud hand, his bones were immediately broken and turned into pieces, mixed with the flesh and blood. Then he was squeezed by the mud hand. Ling Sheng's face was pale and colorless, and he felt that the bones were slag, and he mixed with the flesh and blood and turned into mud meat sauce. It was even more painful than cutting off his feet and penetrated into the bone marrow.

The face of the Qingshan Zhenjun was still plain. When the thought moved, the mud hand shook hard.

Ling Sheng's body was thrown up by two mud hands on the ground, and was more than ten feet high. When he landed again, he hit a rock.

Ling Sheng's eyes turned black, his throat was sweet, his chest was tight and he was almost vomiting blood, but his mind was still clear, and he swallowed the blood in his throat, without saying a word, forcing him to hold him up.

Bang!

The earth suddenly collapsed, turned into a giant hand, holding Ling Sheng's body in his palm.

The true Lord of Qingshan walked forward slowly and said, "You are willing to be captured and risk your life to come to Purgatory Mountain to save people. You are brave enough. Now you are willing to fight against me with your meager strength so that your companions can escape and have the ability to hurt me. This is really extraordinary. I admire you very much in my heart, and I only sigh that you are still a practitioner of Middle-earth and cannot be used by me."

"Previously, you had a sword energy pierced through my heart. Although the sword energy was only as thick as a hair, it seemed that it would not be a big deal. In fact, I was also traumatized. If you released such a powerful sword energy at that time, you might be able to succeed."

The true master of Qingshan seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with a very funny look in his eyes.

Ling Sheng smiled bitterly, and he knew what he had in his heart that if he could produce sword energy again, the Zhenjun Xianxuan, whose heart vein was damaged, could truly hurt his life. Unfortunately, the nine sword energy was fully released at that time, and he had not breathed three times, so he had to see the great opportunity to lose it.

The true master of Qingshan smiled and said, "Actually, you can also exert sword energy at this moment. I am not prepared yet. Maybe you can still succeed."

This was clearly a joke. Ling Sheng laughed at himself. This Zhenjun Xianxuan was penetrated by the sword energy, but because the sword energy was hindered by multiple obstacles, it was not very serious. It was only when the heart meridian was first traumatized and his mind was not settled, which made the Qingshan Zhenjun reveal a flaw. The moment had passed. Although it was only a few breaths, it also allowed the extremely active Zhenjun Xianxuan to suppress the injury and even smooth out the injury.

Taking action at this time is really a humiliation.

The true master of Qingshan looked at Ling Sheng quietly. After a long time, he sighed: "It seems that you have to use that sword energy once, otherwise when my heart vein was first established and there was no power to fight back, if you emit sword energy again, you will be able to get it."

Ling Sheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, but felt that the clay sculpture's big hand could not stop shrinking, almost suffocating his chest and abdomen, and his face turned red immediately.

The true master of Qingshan sighed: "Since you have no means, it will be boring. Since this is the case, don't blame me for killing me."

Before he finished speaking, the Qingshan Zhenjun slowly reached out and printed it on Ling Sheng's forehead.

Ling Sheng's eyes were bright and he also stretched out his hand and faced the Zhenjun Xianxuan.

Palms hit each other!

The palms are opposite!

A dazzling white light shone from the palms of the two of them.

With a muffled groan, the dignified Zhenjun Xianxuan flew back dozens of feet away, his face was gloomy and his hands were covered with blood.

Ling Sheng and Zhenjun Xianxuan faced each other. Although they were unexpected and got a better advantage with the help of the sword energy, Zhenjun Xianxuan's palm was not easy to be easily taken. After one palm, his arms immediately hang down and his bones were broken.

The face of the blue-shirt Zhenjun was gloomy.

I thought that the junior of the Qi Controlling Qi had no means, but when he tried to kill someone, he could even produce such a powerful sword energy. He used the Qi Controlling Qi to display this sword energy, and it was continuous, which was really shocking.

As early as the Zhenjun was frightened and retreated, the clay sculpture hand had already melted away. Ling Sheng fell to the ground and laughed softly.

The true king of Qingshirt deliberately showed his flaws, but failed to draw out Ling Sheng's means. He thought that Ling Sheng could only use his sword energy once, and after he was shot, he had no means. However, he never thought that Ling Sheng's sword energy could only be used once within three breaths.

After a few words from the two of them, the three breaths had already passed.

Unexpectedly, he injured one of the palms of Zhenjun Xianxuan.

Ling Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

The Qingshan Zhenjun said calmly: "Although the sword energy pierces my heart veins before, the injury is extremely subtle. As if nothing is right, your sword energy only hurts one of my palms just now, but it hurts a lot. I think my hand will not be able to recover in less than two days."

"You are proud of this alone."

The true king of Qingshan raised his other hand and made a move to the sky.

The storm suddenly rose and thunder rolled.

"Sky Thunder Dao Technique?"

Ling Sheng laughed twice, lay on the ground, looking at the thunder clouds rolling in the sky, lightning flashed through, and the low laughter sounded a little hoarse.

Suddenly, a red light rose from the horizon, bright red like blood, penetrated the sky.

"This is?"

Seeing this red blood light, the face of the blue-shirt Zhenjun changed slightly, and clouds rose from his feet, and he ran towards the place where the red light was.

Ling Sheng, who had already lost his hopes, couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Could it be that he could survive?

Still thinking about it this way, a faint sound came from the sky.

"I still have urgent matters. If you don't come to accompany you, you can go on the road alone."

A thunder cloud in the sky sounded, and lightning broke through the sky and fell into the forest.

The lightning bolt was extremely dazzling and instantly approached his eyes, reflected in Ling Sheng's eyes, and he felt that the world was bright and bright.

boom!

Where Ling Sheng is located, there is only a charred pit, five meters in radius, and it is bottomless.

"Junior, go."

The true master of Qingshan sighed softly, his figure gradually diminished and disappeared into the sky.

The radius of a hundred feet is full of chaos, the earth is overturned, the trees are gone, the dust is everywhere, and the leaves and wood chips are scattered.

A battle turned a green forest into a desolate and desolate place in a blink of an eye.

Not far away, a tree was eight feet tall, and was hugged by hundreds of people. It was as vigorous as a dragon. Although it was injured by the aftermath of the fighting, the roots were still safe and sound.

Behind the ancient tree, a figure walked out.

A giant ape is as tall as an ancient tree, with white hair on the top, golden eyes, earlobes and shoulders, long arms are above the knees, sharp teeth when they open their mouths, and fierce appearance is revealed, which is amazingly ferocious.

Mountain ghost?

In the distance, a big monster lies down and calls out to the mountain god.

A figure was held in the mountain god's hand.

roar!!!

The mountain god roared lowly and looked at the place where the Qingshi Zhenjun left. His murderous intent was like a knife, blew across the mountains and forests. The strong wind was better than thousands of sharp blades.
Chapter completed!