"Pfft!"

An early stage cultivator of the Phantom God had his neck cut off, his head rolled to the ground, and the dripping blood instantly dyed the ground red.

The besieged Illusion God cultivators were all frightened. They did not expect that Yu Ling's cultivation level was so powerful. Even if the helper who was at the peak of Illusion God was left out, it would be enough for everyone to eat.

This time, no one dared to look down upon or neglect him anymore. Everyone displayed their own signature skills, and the overwhelming colorful light almost dazzled everyone's eyes.

Yu Ling flipped the seal in an instant, and the curtain of black rain, curtain of leaves, and cocoon curtain enveloped him in layers, and domain spiritual skills spread to control the scene.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, various spiritual skills were intertwined, red and white lights were splashing, blue and purple lights were clashing, it was a chaotic scene, filled with sharp or sinister energy, which shook the nearby space.

shatter.

Yu Ling was struggling to move through the turbulent flow of spiritual power, and the three layers of defensive seals were broken one after another. However, he also seized the opportunity to dodge to the side of a mid-stage illusion god cultivator.

With a single slash, blood spurted out.

The cultivator covered the hideous wound on his waist, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out. He could only stagger back a few steps, trying to escape the danger through the turbulent flow of spiritual power.

However, his body quickly froze, because the dark light of the world had penetrated the back of his heart, swallowing up every last bit of his life.

The turbulent flow tore open countless wounds on Yu Ling's body, while the profound energy of the blood coagulation realm was busy repairing them, and then they were torn apart by the strong wind, and the cycle continued like this.

Yu Ling temporarily put aside the feeling of pain, and her soul power turned silently in the turbulent flow, locking on the next target.

His body was moving back and forth like a ghost. While those cultivators were hurriedly avoiding the damage from the turbulent currents, he turned a deaf ear and just let go and attacked with all his strength.

So when the storm ended, there were five more corpses in front of the city gate. They were all practitioners in the early and middle stages of Huan Shen, and they all died with their eyes open.

Everyone's hearts and minds were trembling. When they looked up, they saw Yu Ling standing with a sword across his body, blood dripping from the blade, and the black clothes seemed to be fished out of blood, with a pungent fishy smell.

The thick evil spirit seems to have condensed into substance, and even the high temperature in midsummer cannot remove the chill that arises from the heart.

It was obvious that this man was covered in wounds and looked like a dying beast, but the cold killing intent always revealed a signal of danger, making everyone's hearts cast a shadow of death.

"Catch this murderer!" A strong man in the late stage of Illusion God mustered up his courage and strode forward.

Yu Ling raised her head and glanced at him gently, without saying any words of warning or threat. However, this late-stage cultivator of Illusion God was trembling in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

It is the coldest murderous spirit honed in the endless cycle of killing in the barren mountains, and it is the most feared natural enemy of all living creatures.

It was clear that with so many of them together, there was no way they could deal with Yu Ling, but at this moment, everyone hesitated and flinched, fearing that if they made the slightest move, they would be met with the most tragic death.

There was a deathly silence, as if everyone had lost their words.

However, Yu Ling felt a bit of a bone-chilling crisis, so he turned over and retreated without hesitation. At the same time, he flashed his sword and struck back quickly.

"when!"

A sharp claw met the blade and collided fiercely.

Yu Ling's long blade shattered into pieces, and when blown by the wind, only a thin handle remained.

"Ouch!" A splendid gray wolf opened its mouth wide and howled before leaping towards Yu Ling.

Yu Ling flew up and stepped on Gray Wolf's fragile waist. However, Gray Wolf's eyes showed human mockery and ignored Yu Ling's attack.

Yu Ling's heart skipped a beat, and a stronger sense of crisis almost suffocated him.

A fist seemed to come out of nothingness, rapidly expanding in his eyes. Yu Ling tried to dodge, but his movements were extremely slow, as if he was trapped in a stagnant time and space.

"Bang!"

Yu Ling was hit by a punch and flew backwards, hitting the city wall hard.

The solid city walls made of golden glazed stones trembled, which clearly shows how ferocious power Nian Zhoufan's punch contained.

He is not a blood coagulation warrior, but his spiritual skill is extremely domineering.

A fierce energy swept through Yu Ling's body, as if breaking all his muscles and bones, almost making Yu Ling lose consciousness, as if he was paralyzed and unable to move.

It was like countless sharp and hot knives cutting into his flesh and blood meridians, and like a powerful flood rushing through his body. Yuling's large and small circulations were brutally interrupted and broken, and his spiritual, profound, and soulful powers were all punched.

He was scattered, completely disobedient, and as weak as an ordinary person who had never practiced cultivation.

He gritted his teeth tightly and managed to hold on to a glimmer of clarity amidst the severe pain that was like a bone-cutting pain. However, his vision was already blurry, and he could only vaguely see Nian Zhoufan walking over unhurriedly, still in a state of confusion.

The face is expressionless.

"This time, I didn't return to the fiefdom. I made a special trip to wait for you in the imperial city. I didn't expect you to have the ability to escape here." Nian Zhoufan said lightly, glanced at Shuo who was still breaking the formation, and seemed to have something to say.

He thought thoughtfully: "This helper of yours...could he be the robber who came to the palace to snatch treasures decades ago? His strength seems to be much weaker than it was back then."

Seeing that Yu Ling was seriously injured, Shuo was already anxious. Now that he was being bullied by Nian Zhoufan, he couldn't calm down at all: "Who is the robber? Your whole family is the robber! If I had the cultivation level back then, you would have been there long ago.

It’s already dead!”

Nian Zhoufan said without any hesitation: "But now you are much weaker than me. I couldn't completely kill you back then, so let's make up for it now."

"Go and dream of your spring and autumn dream, you can't kill anyone today!" Shuo used all his strength and crashed the formation barrier with a bang.

A sneer escaped from the corner of Nian Zhoufan's mouth: "You still haven't given up?"

He stands between Yu Ling and Shuo, like a natural chasm that cannot cross the realm. Compared with the peak cultivator of the phantom god that Yu Ling killed before, Nian Zhoufan is many times stronger, just like the early and peak cultivators.

The gap is just as far.

This is the real thing, the top master of a country can look down upon the big shots in the world.

Yu Ling could fight with the peak cultivator of Illusion God for several rounds, but in front of such a strong man, he was completely vulnerable. Even Lan Yu was much weaker than Nian Zhoufan in frontal combat.

He silently tried to digest the burning energy that was wreaking havoc in his body, and his body gradually regained some consciousness. After all, it was at the last moment, and Yu Ling did not want to fall short.

"He was hit by my Lieji Fist. If you still can't solve it, then my royal family doesn't have to support you losers." Nian Zhoufan said coldly without looking back.

"How dare you!" Shuo anxiously used the energy of the dark abyss to rush over, but was suppressed by Nian Zhoufan.

However, those few phantom god cultivators dared to hesitate and cautiously surrounded Yu Ling and approached her.

Yu Ling was holding a handful of nails in his hand, the same ones on the back of the mirror. After all, he had not fully digested the power of Lie Ji Quan. It was obviously not a wise move to confront these people head-on at this moment.

At this moment, a weak voice quietly came into his soul sea: "I have the royal family's frost dew, which can dispel the power of Lieji Fist."

Yu Ling looked up in surprise, and saw a middle-aged man who was the most active in taking action. His spiritual skills were condensed with terrifying edge and were ready to go. However, under the cover of his large sleeves and robes, there were little blue water drops rolling down.
Chapter completed!