At this time, Mu Han had no time to hesitate and shouted again: "The blood demon is coming out, so you can't let him harm the world, hurry up! Destroy that painting!"

No one moved a step at this time, and no one was willing to try the feeling of exploding his body and dying.

When Ling Cheng heard the shout, he endured the pain of killing his heart, jumped into the air and waved his hand and rolled back the trembling painting of Qiankun.

No matter what happens, he will never let people ruin Qiankun painting. It is Ye Ling's yearning for beauty and her only hiding place at present.

The scroll in the palm of the palm calmed down at this moment, and even the faint red light disappeared.

Mu Han was a little surprised. He never expected that the blood demon could feel Ling Cheng's breath and stop killing.

But this is just right. Without the help of the Blood Demon, Ling Cheng will undoubtedly die.

His lips curled slightly, raised his sword high, and shouted: "Dear fellows, Ling Cheng is so ruthless that he deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, colluded with the demon clan, harmed the people, and did a slut with the demon girl, which made her give birth to a blood demon and killed many of our fellows.

Today, we must eliminate this disaster and the magic painting, and kill it for justice!"

Such a sharp scolding finally pulled the monks who were self-reliant from the edge of fear, and turned their contemptuous eyes to Ling Cheng without hesitation.

Immediately raised my sword and shouted: "For justice, kill, kill, kill!"

He shouted so hard that he was full of energy, but his pace of progress was very slow.

They are still afraid of the power of the Blood Demon. If Ling Cheng releases him, then their fate will undoubtedly be a dead end.

But if you don’t take action at this moment, you will have no chance in the future. Once the blood demon grows up, no one can beat them, and their ending will only be even worse!

Ling Cheng laughed furiously, "Haha..., you are so ruthless, you are bullying your master and destroying your ancestors. Such a vicious and sinister villain should be punished! That's right, why do you still have the face to live?"

Mu Han's face turned pale, and his eyes swept across the slowly moving monk, and he knew that he would have to do it himself to kill Ling Cheng.

"Hundred Poisons Clear" can relieve all poisons, but Mo Yu's poison is extraordinary. Although he failed to take his life, he also felt that the spiritual power was dispersed and the true energy was difficult to gather.

At the moment, there was no other way. He hesitated for a moment, then took out the "blood clot" and swallowed it in one bite.

"Heart Closure" is called "Heart Closure" and it is the blood that was taken when he conquered the one-eyed monster two years ago. At that time, he felt that the blood of the hundred families was rare, so he took a few drops and brought them back to the Taoist temple.

Later, when he went to the distance to smelter the Yin-Yang Thousand Mile Mile Mile Mile, he injected the blood of hundreds of families into it. Seven days later, the blood clotted into a red blood bead as big as a thumb.

Xu Yaoyan said: "What a wonder, I didn't expect that the blood of hundreds of families could condense into pills. If your cultivation level is damaged in the future, it can help you recover your spiritual power instantly and increase your skills greatly.

It’s a pity that there are gains and losses. Forcibly improving your cultivation is a method of injustice. You can reduce your life for at least ten years. If you are not absolutely necessary, you must not eat it."

And now is the last resort. If the blood demon causes harm to the world and all mortals die, it is meaningless for him to win the world.

What he wants is respected by thousands of people and honored by thousands of history!

Today, killing the Blood Demon will become another legend in Mu Han's life, besides the Fox King.

After the "blood clot" was completely fused with blood, Mu Han felt that the spiritual veins in his body had doubled, and the true qi in his body was abundant. With a big hand, he squeezed it vigorously and powerfully.

He raised his eyes and stared at Ling Cheng with a scarlet eye. When he turned his hand holding the sword, the sword immediately emitted a cold light. His heel was slightly raised, and he turned over and passed over everyone's heads, slashing at Ling Cheng with one sword.

Ling Cheng leaned forward and kicked Mu Han hard on his wrist with his toes. While he raised his hand to dodge, he kicked him in the chest with a series of fatal kicks.

Mu Han moved back quickly, but he still kicked him twice. He stood still, dusted off the shoe prints on his white clothes, and curled his lips and smiled evilly.

To him, this rapid attack was like tickling it, and he didn't feel any pain at all. The effect of "blood clot" was better than expected.

"Ling Cheng, if you have this skill, I advise you to hand over the magic painting obediently. For the sake of your and my brothers, I can consider leaving you a whole body." He smiled, with a bloodthirsty desire in his eyes.

After today, everything is over. For more than twenty years, it will never be ashamed of Ling Cheng again.

Ling Cheng snorted disdainfully and said, "Why do you have to be so hypocritical? As long as I live in this world for a moment, you can't even think about this universe painting.

And you are no match for me at all!”

After saying that, his eyes became colder. When he turned his wrist, he gathered his spiritual power in his palm. The sword energy suddenly rose and the strong wind whistled, blowing the blue silk between his forehead and flying randomly.

Under his feet, a whirlwind swept across the air, instantly soared into the sky, and slashed down with a speed of lightning, leading several thousand sword energy to strike Mu Han.

Mu Han did not flash away. He behaved with his hands crossed his head, and an invisible barrier enveloped the sky above his head, easily resolving Ling Cheng's attack.

The corners of the lips were gently curled, and the wrist turned a few times, and the sword was drawn in an empty circle. The cold light caused the trees in the mountains to sway wildly. Countless leaves accumulated in it. With a sudden push, the leaves were like thousands of sharp blades, hitting Ling Cheng one after another.

Ling Cheng reacted very quickly, his body was agile to avoid him, stirring back and forth between his wrists, and Zhu Xie led a stream of air, wrapped the leaf blade around the sword, cut out a sword, and turned it back in a certain way.

Mu Han quickly changed his move to block it, and slashed with the speed of thunder and lightning. The thunderous flames flew around, finally knocking down most of the blades, but they were still cut off by one of the blades and a strand of hair fell from the forehead, almost slashing to the Tianling.

At this time, Ling Cheng had already come across with his sword. Mu Han immediately rushed up, gathering his spiritual power in his left hand, pushing hard with his backwards, and his right hand still danced his sword straight in.

Ling Cheng was stunned and immediately closed his lower abdomen. When he was regressing, he slapped his palm into a "palm-piercing style".

The two swords intersect and the palms face each other, and the battle is true energy, internal force, and a series of cold lights shake, gusts of wind blowing.

In an instant, trees trembled and dust flew.

Ling Cheng fought several people in a row, and his spiritual power had been overdrawn long ago. How could he fight against Mu Han, whose skills increased greatly?

He hurriedly withdrew his sword and turned sideways for several rounds. He knew that at a critical moment of fighting, he could no longer retreat, so he retreated and attacked, but he was still hit hard by the opponent's fierce palm wind and vomited blood. After several struggles, he still failed to get up.

Mu Han laughed wildly, causing the four deep bone-visible claw marks on his face to tremble violently, "Ling Cheng, you can't compare to me after all!"

At that time, Yu Jin struggled for a long time, but finally stood up slowly, but staggered and almost fell down. Finally, he held a locust tree and barely stood firm.

He felt that the twenty-four ribs on his body seemed to be broken, and there was a severe pain coming from his chest. He stumbled over, pointed his sword at Ling Cheng, and looked at him with a glaring look.

Seeing that the outcome was decided, the remaining monks raised their swords and surrounded them. They all looked fierce and wished they could defeat him with their own hands.

At this time, the already quiet Qiankun painting trembled violently again, everyone's faces calmed down, and they unconsciously moved back a few steps.

Yu Jin was brave and stabilized his heels and shouted angrily: "What are you afraid of? You are just a newborn child.

You killed forty-eight people under the lord of the island. Today, I will definitely pay your blood debts and blood!”

When Tang Ying heard this, he remembered the thirty disciples who died that day and the innocent people who died unjustly today, and was furious.

He said: "The lives of more than 30 people under my sect and the lives of those innocent people are really careless and inhumane. We should be punished!"

Ling Cheng snorted coldly, and then laughed wildly, "What kind of virtue is that I, Ling Cheng, can kill seventy or eighty monks with my own hands overnight. You really respect me."

The wind suddenly became silent like death, and everyone looked at each other, but no one said anything.

On the day the fox clan was destroyed, Ling Cheng was seriously injured. Even though he was extremely talented, facing the numerous sieges, how could he kill 78 cultivators with his own strength, not to mention Yu Jin, Tang Ying and others with high cultivation, unless there are insiders among them.

Once the seeds of doubt were planted, they were like light on their backs. Now they saw that everyone was like an enemy, and their hearts were filled with panic.

Yu Jin and Tang Ying have begun to suspicion of each other. They have been standing against each other since the beginning, and they inevitably feel that they are secretly using each other.

Mu Han knew very well that if Ling Cheng continued to talk, his conspiracy would probably be exposed. He raised his eyebrows and stabbed him with a fierce sword, hitting Ling Cheng's chest.

He said angrily: "The evil words confuse the public. If you don't have some skills, how could the demon clan join forces with you? It's unbearable to provoke and disagree before you die!"

The tip of the sword pulled away, and bright red roses were dyed on the white clothes with colorful blood.

Ling Cheng supported the ground with his sword, used his last bit of strength, and staggered and stood up.

The Qiankun painting in his hand trembled continuously, with red light shining everywhere. The monks who raised their swords were sighing and moved back a few steps again.

His thin lips curled slightly, and his sharp eyes swept past. When everyone thought he was going to fight back again, he turned his sword in his hand and pointed it into his dantian.

The sharp blade penetrated the waist and spine, and the blood dripped along the tip of the sword, and it was dazzlingly red.

Turning around his wrist, the long sword suddenly pulled out of his body, blood splattered everywhere, and a blood-stained Yuan Dan was stripped away.

The evil-killing gang fell to the ground, threw his left hand lightly, and the trembling Qiankun painting in his palm was thrown into the air. The rolled up scroll suddenly spread out, and wisps of red light became dazzling again.

Everyone hurriedly dodged, as if they had seen Ling Cheng release the blood demon, their faces twisted and chilled.

Ling Cheng silently recited the term: "Use my blood to sacrifice my essence, elixirs and paintings, and the energy condenses in the heart, and use this as a seal to seal!" With a wave of his hand, the Yuan Dan hit the rising sun in the clouds and clouds.

The two blended together, and the dazzling red light suddenly retreated. The spreading scroll rolled up again, and Zhu Xie, who was inserted into the ground, shook violently.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Xie left the ground and disappeared along with the rolled-up scroll.

Seeing this, Ling Cheng's pale face was full of smiles, his tired body slammed to the ground, and his heavy eyes could finally close at this moment.

Once Qiankun Painting was sealed, under Zhu Xie's leadership, basically no one could find it. Ye Ling and the child were no longer disturbed, and he could die with confidence.

Ling Cheng's move was a killing two birds with one stone, which not only protected the safety of the child and prevented him from running out of the universe.

He also saw the child's ability just now. Although these monks with false benevolence and righteousness deserve to die, once the child is really the body of a blood demon, it is not just the hypocritical people in front of him who die.

If he really lets him out of the Qiankun painting, then the human world will be devastated, and Ling Cheng will be really the sinner of the ages.
Chapter completed!