At the age of one hundred, I inquired about the Dao, awakening the supreme spiritual root that shatt

The golden-winged roc burst forth with intense golden light, so dazzling that it astonished everyone.

The dark demonic energy was completely dispelled by the golden light, and in an instant, a deafening explosion resounded.

The power of the Golden-Winged Roc and the Mighty Demon General both reached their peak, causing the void to explode and then crumble inch by inch.

The countless demonic shadows scattered and vanished, and the dazzling golden light turned into stardust, slowly disappearing into the void!

This was caused by the full force of two supreme treasures colliding, which created such a vast and terrifying phenomenon.

With a deafening roar, both magical artifacts shattered.

puff!

Yun Ziling suffered a severe backlash and was severely injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and his breath rapidly weakened.

Her spiritual energy was so depleted that she could no longer hover in mid-air. Her body swayed precariously as she plummeted straight down into the forest of Chifeng Mountain.

boom!

She crashed heavily into a pile of rubble, struggling to get up.

Activating the Starry Sky Mystic Pearl just now had a huge drain on my energy, especially my mental energy, which was almost completely depleted, and my head was feeling dizzy and throbbing.

Leng Xuan's injuries were even more severe than hers. He lay on the ground, dizzy and disoriented. Several of his meridians had broken, his spiritual energy was in disarray and flowing backward, and he vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

His face was ashen and black, and his skin was covered with hideous demonic patterns, making him look terrifying.

His cultivation level was already one realm lower than Yun Ziling's, only at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. After this violent overexertion, his cultivation level directly dropped to the late stage of Qi Refining.

Despite being severely injured, Leng Xuan let out a wild and sinister laugh.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

Leng Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a fierce expression, his gaze fixed on Yun Ziling, whose breath was unstable and swaying.

"Yun Ziling, everyone says you are the number one fairy of the Qingyun Sect, with unparalleled talent. It's a pity that today you will die by my hand, Leng Xuan!"

"Cough...cough cough!"

The sinister laughter aggravated his injuries, and Leng Xuan coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood.

He mustered all his strength to get up from the ground, slowly opening his arms. A sinister and demonic power emanated from his body, and his originally weak aura strangely rebounded a bit.

He was still able to stand steadily, while Yun Ziling was already extremely weak.

Although the path of demonic cultivation differs from that of orthodox immortals, demonic cultivators possess extraordinary self-healing abilities.

If he can kill Yun Ziling today, his goal for this trip will be perfectly achieved.

His cold-blooded eyes reignited with a frenzied and intense killing intent.

"Yun Ziling, you are doomed to die today!"

He endured the excruciating pain throughout his body, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, and slowly walked towards Yun Ziling.

Even if he is seriously injured, he will never let go of the number one fairy in the Condensation Realm of Qingyun Sect.

The temptation of killing this top fairy of the sect was immense, making him restless. After the deed was done, he would be a great contributor to the Demonic Sect. How could he not be overjoyed and excited!

"Eliminating you has always been my wish. I will never let you die a quick death; I will torture you in every way possible, making you experience endless suffering!"

Leng Xuan grinned maliciously, his face contorting with demonic patterns as he rapidly condensed a pitch-black demonic blade in his palm, its tip pointing directly at Yun Ziling's heart.

He was completely absorbed in the triumphant excitement of about to kill Yun Ziling.

Completely ignoring the hidden threats around them, and forgetting that Ling Xiu's sneak attack had just failed.

brush!

With a gentle slash of his demonic blade, Leng Xuan easily tore open Yun Ziling's clothes, revealing her snow-white skin. The demonic blood within him surged and churned instantly.

At that very moment, Ling Xiu, who was hiding behind the rocks, whose aura was originally weak and almost gone, suddenly experienced a surge of spiritual energy.

His figure transformed into a streak of gray light, shooting out like an arrow released from a bow.

He locked his gaze on Leng Xuan, his eyes sharp as icy blades, his movements unpredictable, leaving only fleeting afterimages in his wake.

A peerless, top-grade spirit-level magic weapon appeared in his palm.

Thunder Sword!

Such extreme speed, coupled with Ling Xiu's raging fury, would have been difficult for even Leng Xuan in his prime to defend against, let alone now that he was seriously injured.

Ling Xiu was determined to kill Leng Xuan with a single blow. The Thunderclap Sword tore through space, and the tip of the sword was about to pierce Leng Xuan's back.

But at the critical moment, a crimson light suddenly shone from Leng Xuan's waist.

It turned out to be his personal protective talisman, which had been activated on its own to protect its owner in the face of a fatal crisis.

clang!

The Thunderclap Sword pierced the light shield as if it were cleaving through thick black iron. The enormous recoil force shot straight into Ling Xiu's arm, and the longsword almost flew out of his hand.

The talisman conjured a sturdy shield of qi covered in strange demonic patterns, forcefully blocking the fatal blow.

"What?"

Ling Xiu's expression suddenly changed to one of shock. The tip of the Thunderclap Sword had only pierced half an inch into the shield before it could go no further.

This was actually a top-grade defensive and protective treasure, capable of withstanding the sharpness of a top-grade magic weapon, with a sharp and ear-piercing metallic scraping sound resounding all around.

Leng Xuan suddenly turned around and looked at Ling Xiu, his face full of disbelief.

Although he was not pierced to death by the sword, the immense force of the Thunderclap Sword pressed heavily on his back, causing his blood and qi to surge violently, and he almost vomited blood again.

His elation vanished instantly, replaced by utter astonishment. He never expected that this seemingly frail, white-haired old man would dare to launch a sneak attack, and with such fierce and powerful momentum.

If it weren't for the life-saving talisman protecting him, he would have already died by the sword.

"Demonic cultivators! I hate demonic cultivators more than anything in my life! Release Senior Sister Yun!"

Ling Xiu entered the Dao at the age of one hundred, and his only wish was to eliminate all the demonic cultivators in the world and avenge his grandfather who died tragically back then.

Seeing that Leng Xuan, a demonic cultivator, was still trying to harm Yun Ziling, Yun Ziling was filled with rage and her mind went almost crazy.

Having failed in his first attack, Ling Xiu did not hesitate and charged forward again with his sword.

The sword energy transformed into a purple lightning blade, carrying rolling thunder, with fierce lightning energy surging in all directions.

"Thunderous Spirit Slash!"

A deafening explosion occurred!

This sword strike was terrifyingly powerful, with lightning patterns flowing across its blade. It drew upon the power of heavenly lightning to specifically target and break through shields, and the force of the lightning could also paralyze the cultivator's meridians and spiritual energy.

Click!

The sword slammed into Leng Xuan's shield, and the powerful and pure lightning energy pierced through the light barrier, striking his body fiercely.

puff!

Unable to suppress the surging blood and qi, Leng Xuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his vision went black.

His internal organs were dislocated and damaged by the sword strike, and the blood he coughed up was mixed with dark, stagnant blood from his internal organs.

Even with a top-grade defensive shield, Ling Xiu's Thunderclap Sword was also a top-grade magic weapon, coupled with a powerful sword technique containing thunderous energy. The already severely injured and weakened Leng Xuan simply couldn't withstand it.

He was thrown more than ten feet away and crashed heavily to the ground.

After several struggles to get up, his limbs were weak and powerless, and he could no longer support his body.

"No! Impossible! You old bastard, how dare you seriously injure me!"

Leng Xuan struggled to look up at Ling Xiu, and what came into view was a head of long silver-white hair and an aged face.

His eyes were filled with icy coldness, and the long sword in his hand was terrifyingly sharp.

"Who exactly are you? Dare to state your name!"

Leng Xuanxin was unwilling to accept it, his eyes filled with fear and shock.

The opponent was able to leave a dent on his top-quality shield and almost seriously injured him with a single sword strike, demonstrating unfathomable combat strength.

Could that sword also be a top-grade magical artifact?

The shadow of death loomed over him, and he was filled with remorse, regretting that he should not have underestimated this person who was disguised as an old man and lurking in the shadows.

The only person who could save his life right now was Lu Changting, who was standing to the side.

He suddenly looked at Lu Changting, who was standing frozen in place not far away, completely terrified, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Lu Changting, come save me! What are you standing there for! Kill this old bastard! As long as you get rid of him, I'll immediately return the recording stone to you, and all the treasures on his body will be yours!"

"Make your move! What are you waiting for!"

Leng Xuan roared madly, his only thought was to survive. As long as he eliminated Ling Xiu, he could still kill Yun Ziling.