Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

Murong Xiu and the four-armed demon cultivators were all shocked.

This situation made them immediately think that there might be something sealed under the glacier, but the seal was accidentally broken by them.

In shock, Murong Xiu and other demons quickly looked down the glacier crevice.

Their hearts skipped a beat when they saw it.

What caught their sight was a young man in black sitting cross-legged deep in the glacier crevice.

This seems to confirm their thinking.

After all, who would be a normal monster hiding in a glacier a hundred meters deep?

This young man in black looks young, but he might be an old demon who has been sealed away for many years.

At the same moment, the boy in black suddenly opened his eyes.

"senior."

On the side of the four-armed demons, the burly man with four arms changed his face and hurriedly knelt down to Ling Yun, "The junior four-armed demon protector Feng Desheng definitely did not intend to offend the seniors and hope that the seniors will be punished with death."

In the Demon Clan, the law of the jungle is much stricter than that of the Human Clan.

The human race will also formulate laws to restrain the strong from taking action against the weak.

Demons don’t have so many rules.

If a strong person is unhappy with a weak person, he can kill the weak person at any time.

If a powerful demon clan wants to grow up, he must also experience cruel fighting.

Therefore, in the human world, even if a weak person sees a strong person, because they have never experienced the horror of life and death, they may not kneel down for the so-called dignity.

The demons are different.

They are born into a cruel environment.

Because of this, they realized early on that dignity is meaningless in the face of life and death.

When they felt that they might have offended a great terrorist existence and their lives were in danger, they knelt down without even thinking about it.

When the other four-armed demons saw this, they were also horrified and knelt down one after another.

Murong Xiu and the girl from the Yu tribe had complicated expressions and struggled a little.

They are also afraid of this old devil.

But the Yu clan is indeed somewhat different from other demon clans.

This is one of the most arrogant races among the demons, and they are considered aliens.

The Yu clan claims to be the descendants of the demon god and will not submit to any strong person or force.

It is precisely because of this that it led to the decline of the Yu clan.

The Yu Clan was indeed very powerful in the past, and even dominated the Upper World of Underworld.

But now, there are only a few members of the Yu Clan.

It's the same now.

The four-armed demons can kneel down immediately in the face of crisis.

Murong Xiu and the Yu Clan girl stood there blankly, looking at a loss.

"roll."

Ling Yun had no interest in arguing with these demons.

This time, since he came to the Upper Realm of Underworld, he naturally did not intend to leave easily.

The intention of destroying the ancient continent in the upper realm of Huangquan is extremely clear.

The simplest and most direct way to eliminate this hidden danger is for Ling Yun to kill the top experts in the upper realm of Huangquan.

The group of demons in front of them are all just Yuxu-level demons. They can only be regarded as small figures among the demons and are not worthy of Ling Yun's care.

After hearing Ling Yun's words, the demon cultivators of the four-armed demon clan not only did not get angry, but instead ran faster than the other as if they had been granted amnesty.

As for the pursuit of Murong Xiu and the Yu Clan girl, they had already forgotten about it.

No matter what, it is not as important as their own lives.

However, the expressions of Murong Xiu and the girl from the Yu tribe changed.

In the end, instead of leaving, they knelt down in front of Ling Yun.

"Senior, please save my Yu clan sword spirit."

Murong Xiudao.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Ling Yun looked surprised.

These two members of the Yu Clan, who could not kneel when faced with his death pressure before, now knelt down to beg him to save some Yu Clan sword spirit.

"Senior, of course we are afraid of death."

Murong Xiu said: "There may be people in this world who are not afraid of death, but that doesn't include us. It's just that we care more about the continuation of the Yu clan than death.

If we can exchange our deaths for the recovery of the sword spirit, then we will have no regrets even if we die. "

Ling Yun narrowed his eyes slightly: "But how do you judge that I can definitely save the sword spirit of your Yu clan?"

"Because I feel a sword intent that goes straight to the source in my senior."

Murong Xiu said: "The strength of this sword spirit is not inferior to that of my clan's sword spirit. I think maybe the senior is the same innate sword spirit as my clan's sword spirit.

Therefore, if there is a living being in this world who can save the sword spirit, it must be the senior.

Over the years, I, the Yu Clan, have been looking for experts to save the sword spirit, but we have spent thousands of years in vain. Only when I saw my senior today did I see hope. "

"Where are your Yu clan sword spirits?"

Ling Yun said with great interest.

Innate sword spirit?

Murong Xiu's words undoubtedly aroused Ling Yun's interest.

"Back to senior, my Yu Clan Sword Spirit is in Feiyu City, the main city of my Yu Clan."

Murong Xiudao.

"Why should I promise you?"

Ling Yun did not agree easily.

The longer he lives, the more deeply he realizes the despicable nature of intelligent beings.

If he easily agreed to Murong Xiu and the others, even if he really saved the sword spirit later, Murong Xiu and the others might not be grateful.

Hearing this, Murong Xiu was not disappointed, but his eyes suddenly brightened: "Senior, can you really save our sword spirit?"

"There is no such thing as absolute in this world. Before I see the sword spirit of your Yu tribe, I don't know if I can save you."

Ling Yun said indifferently.

The more he said this, the more Murong Xiu felt that Ling Yun could save the sword spirit.

"Senior, please take action, senior."

Murong Xiu gritted his teeth and pleaded, "If you are willing to save our sword spirit, whether it succeeds or not, as long as our Feather Clan can take out something, you can ask for it at will."

Ling Yun still did not answer Murong Xiu immediately, but took a deep look at the girl of the Feather Clan next to him.

Sword spirit?

He didn't know what grade of innate sword spirit the Feather Clan sword spirit was.

But he was sure that the eyes of the Feather Clan were not very good, and such a pearl was placed in the Feather Clan, but was covered with dust.

"Bloodline mutation."

Ling Yun sighed in his heart.

The Feather Clan bloodline in this Feather Clan girl is not pure.

Perhaps because of this, the Feather Clan girl did not receive special training, and her cultivation was only a glimpse of the void.

However, Ling Yun sensed that although the Feather Clan girl's bloodline was not pure, her bloodline had mutated.

Mutated bloodlines can be good or bad.

The Feather Clan girl's mutated bloodline is a good one.

If this kind of bloodline can be awakened, it will derive powerful abilities.

This glance, however, caused Murong Xiu to misunderstand.

After all, in Murong Xiu's opinion, the girl of the Feather Clan was not talented, and her greatest merit was her beauty.

She had just said that Ling Yun could ask for anything from the Feather Clan, and then Ling Yun looked at the girl of the Feather Clan, which clearly showed that he had taken a fancy to her.

This made Murong Xiu's face turn pale.

For her, although the girl of the Feather Clan was a disciple, she had already regarded her as her daughter.

Was she going to sacrifice her disciple in exchange for the mysterious person opposite to save the Feather Clan Sword Spirit?

Not only Murong Xiu, the girl of the Feather Clan also had this misunderstanding.