Countless black gas rolled out from Du Ling's body. The black gas kept aggravating the burning of the flames on its body like gasoline, turning it into a huge human-shaped fireball. No matter how much it rolled, it could not extinguish the burning golden flames. In the endless Buddha light, countless murmurs sounded, as if countless monks were chanting scriptures and constantly relied on this lost soul.

"No...no...I..."

Du Ling's voice was vaguely heard, but it was hard to hear a complete sentence. His cultivation level was not low and he had reached the late stage of the Golden Pill. He had great ability and could escape even if he faced people of the same level. He had many magic weapons on him, which were all obtained by him. These magic weapons were extremely powerful. Even if they could not use the power of self-destruction, they could explode this formation. However, now he has no ability, and he does not even have the ability to open the storage bag.

The pain and the burning sensation of the soul made him feel what life is worse than death. Countless Zen sounds sounded in his ears, but to him, they were like magic sounds. The strong magic power in his body was ignited, just like a stream of magma flowing in his body, burning him speechlessly. Those mixed magic powers had completely exploded, countless meridians were broken, and even the internal organs in his body were greatly impacted. The breath of life was constantly decreasing, and perhaps they would die soon.

How distant death is for a Jindan stage monk. If they cultivate the Golden Pill, their lifespan will be at least five or six hundred years. A powerful man like him in the late stage of the Golden Pill can get an age of eight hundred. Now he is only three hundred years old, and he is considered young, but unfortunately he will die like this.

Yu Ling didn't dare to save him because he was afraid that he would end up like this after he entered. Although his demonic power would not be ignited, it would be suppressed. A powerful demonic energy would be suppressed 30% or even 40% after entering the range of Buddha power. He knew very well that the cliff was not much better than the human-shaped torch in front of him. Since this was the case, it would be better to fight. Perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope. Now he can only press the treasure on the ancestor Huntian, hoping that this old guy can come quickly. If he had something to do on the road, he could only explain here.

Two golden lights shot out from Yu Ling's eyes, and the place where they passed was extremely clear. Except for the rules of the great way that were not revealed, some of the others were in his sight. He just took a few glances and hurriedly closed his eyes, and then began to search again after a while.

Liu Muqing naturally knew that this guy was looking for the weakness of the formation. This eagle was not only fast, but also had a characteristic that it had excellent vision. It can be seen that this feathered Spirit Demon Lord has refined his eyes to the point of being so brilliant that he could actually look up at Qingming and look down at Jiuyou. It was so powerful.

"Don't look at it. You will definitely die on the spot today unless you are willing to become my spirit beast!" Liu Muqing said as he approached him quickly. The mountain seal on his palms had become extremely clear, and countless golden lights emanated from it. With the help of the rich Buddha power in the sky, it actually increased its power by a layer.

Yu Ling already knew Liu Muqing's power. This person was extremely powerful. Even a demon lord like him would not want to get a bargain under his hands, so he did not fight him head-on. With a wave of his hand, countless feathers flew out of his hands, turned into golden small swords and rose up, and rushed towards Liu Muqing.

These golden little swords are transformed from feather spirit's own feathers. After hundreds of years of refining, many rare materials have been added. Each feather is extremely tough and sharp, and there is endless buzzing sound when passing by, just like the sound of a fighter passing by.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Liu Muqing did not hide at all, and allowed the golden swords to pierce him, but he just couldn't pierce his defense.

He looked up and couldn't help but show a hint of sneer: "Just, I can't even break my defense, and I'll fight with me, I'm looking for death!" This is like a pair of people going to team up to fight SS. The damage you're only forced -1, how can you kill the opponent?

Liu Muqing waved his hand and grabbed one of the flying swords that could not dodge. Then he used both palms to force it. He suddenly heard the golden flying sword wailingly shattering, shattering with a bang, and countless tiny golden hairs flew, and then quickly disappeared.

"Flat-haired beast, just use how many feathers you have on your body. Today, I will pull you into a hairless chicken, believe it?" Liu Muqing laughed and waved his palms in a row and suddenly the golden flying swords in the sky burst out one by one.

After three views, Yu Ling's eyes were already a little blood-red. He knew that he could no longer use this talent, otherwise these eyes would be completely blind. The three views did not bring him any good news. This formation was so rigorous. Although it was a golden light array on the surface, the complexity inside felt dizzy even when he saw it, let alone looking for weaknesses. This was simply impossible.

"Since you can't rush out, it seems that you are all left to fight to the death. I hope that the old man, Huntian Ancestor, can come quickly, otherwise his dignified demon master would be really killed by someone!" Yu Ling shouted helplessly, then flew over and rushed over.

Countless golden lights fell from the sky and turned into golden flying swords. The flying swords were surrounded by gray aura, as if they had been sacrificed by some secret technique, and the killing aura on them was extremely strong, as if they had already drunk the blood of the strong.

Liu Muqing dared not underestimate it, and he used all his strength to activate his magic body. Suddenly, the rumbling flames rose from the surface of his body, and there were tiny thunders around him. Thunder and flames condensed in his hands, and the magic power in his body rolled, as strong as a river.

The body was practicing and flashing, dodging the culprit of the opponent's golden sword, and his palms suddenly formed seals in the air. Suddenly, a huge lion roar sounded, and a huge lion phantom formed in the air. The lion roared to the sky with a strong momentum, like a king, making people unable to help but feel as if he was bowing down and surrendering.

The body of the feather spirit was paused. He could feel the king's aura from the lion's roar. Although he was a demon lord, his bloodline was not noble. He was just an ordinary golden sword eagle. Being able to transform into a demon lord was already a blessing, but it was incomparable to those demon clans with noble bloodlines.

The phantom rolled in, and the roaring lion rushed towards the Yuling fiercely. The rich Buddha power came from the surroundings, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, making people feel like they were crawling to the ground.

"Chee~"

A cry of eagle piercing through the eardrum sounded, and then a huge golden eagle nearly ten meters long hovered in the sky. Although he was oppressed so much that he could not fly high, his majestic appearance still made people sigh.

The power of the demon clan does not come from their demonic power. What really makes them powerful is their bodies. The huge body has become as hard as iron after years of tempering of demonic power. The sharp minions can cut gold and jade. It can be said to be extremely sharp. This is their greatest capital. Therefore, the strength of the demon clan that shows its original shape will be more than twice as powerful as that of the human form. This is not a false statement, but a real fact.

The phantom of the lion's roar was biting heavily on the feather spirit's wings. Suddenly, countless flames burned in it, accompanied by countless thunder bombardment, and countless charred pieces of meat were formed. However, the feather spirit that turned into a golden sword eagle increased greatly. With a shaking wing, it broke free from the lion's bite. A terrifying gale gathered between his wings, and it was already thrust hard on the lion's harshness in the next second, completely blasting it into a slag.

Liu Muqing was blown back by the gust of wind, and stopped until he retreated three or four hundred meters. He looked at the huge golden sword eagle and couldn't help but exclaim. The people of the demon clan were indeed powerful, and after showing their true colors, his strength was really not to be underestimated.

Seeing this, Liu Muqing's fighting spirit became even stronger. He flew up, and with a wave of his palm in the air, a folding fan flew up, and it turned into his hand drippingly in the air. He activated his spiritual power and sang towards Yu Ling. Suddenly, countless spiritual lights flew out of the fan, like a thick rain.

The brilliant silver light flew up, with extremely fast speed. Yu Ling was shocked to see it. He could feel the aura of destruction from the silver light. He believed that if he was hit by this silver light, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Thinking of this, he saw his wings spread and flying up, allowing the Buddha's light to suppress the demonic power in his body to fly upwards with difficulty. At the same time, an extremely sharp aura suddenly condensed from his body, like a golden sword that was unsheathed, very extraordinary.

When Liu Muqing saw this, he suddenly realized that the reason why this golden sword eagle was called the Golden Sword Eagle was because there was a sword bone in their bodies, which was golden and extremely sharp. It was an excellent material for refining flying swords. Moreover, the older this sword bone was, the sharper it was. This feather spirit demon master had been able to transform into shape for at least six or seven hundred years. The sword bones in his body had already been extremely sharp. At this moment, he was speeding upwards and he must have broken the formation in the direction of the circulating sword bones. If he broke the formation and the terrifying speed of the golden sword eagle, it would be difficult for Liu Muqing to catch him again.

Thinking of this, Liu Muqing couldn't help but fly up and turned into a golden stream of light and grabbed the other party quickly. At the same time, the Wanhua Pearl quietly emerged and turned into a huge colorful spirit bead and smashed towards the other party. As long as he fell into it, he would definitely pause.

However, the Feather Spirit Demon Lord seemed to have already figured out his movements. He saw him bow his head suddenly and spit out three or four golden balls from his mouth. These balls were all golden and contained terrifying energy. Liu Muqing was frightened and turned around after just a glance.
Chapter completed!