Beast

Yang Qing didn't know what kind of monsters were in these seven demon caves, but at this point, he could only go in and take a look.

His consciousness repeatedly passed over the seven cave entrances and compared the auras emanating from them. Since a fight was inevitable, Yang Qing wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to kill the strongest monster.

At the entrance of the cave, there were two places filled with evil spirits, two places with residual Yin energy, and Yang Qing had not touched the atmosphere in the other three places, so it was difficult to make a judgment. He chose the one with the strongest evil spirits and rubbed himself in.

The inside of this passage is not as dark as the tunnel just now. There is a cold phosphorescence on the rock wall of the passage. I don't know if it is because of the rock or because it is added later.

This cold and dark red phosphorescence not only made people feel less safe in the dark environment, but also made Yang Qing feel like there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him coldly.

The passage gradually went down and widened. Except for the phosphorescence on both sides of the passage, a green light spot stole from the front of the passage. Yang Qing moved his steps lightly, and his consciousness reached forward, scanning the rock wall of the passage ahead for anything strange.

The green color in front became more and more obvious, and it seemed that the monster inside was not far away. After detecting it with his spiritual sense, he found that there was a wide cave in front of the passage. This cave was ten feet in diameter, slightly low, and the walls were smooth.

It doesn't look like it was formed naturally or was chopped with a hammer or axe, but it looks like it was corroded.

There are a large number of skeletons scattered in the cave. These skeletons are so damaged that it is impossible to tell who they belong to. The low ceiling of the cave is inlaid with a dark green gemstone, the size of a fist, but it illuminates the entire cave in a dark green.

Under this green gem, there is a stone platform half a foot long and wide. Sitting on the stone platform is a young man. The robe on his body is torn. It can be vaguely seen that it is a style with wide sleeves and a big collar. On the stone platform,

Under the bright light, I can't tell what color and material it is.

This young man's body is surrounded by black energy. Even his exposed pale skin is covered in black energy. His eyes are closed tightly, his face is stiff and expressionless, and there are some tattoo-like magic lines on his face.

When Yang Qing saw this scene with his spiritual consciousness, he didn't wait for the sound of approaching footsteps to alarm the demonic cultivator and lost the opportunity. He kicked off the ground and quickly jumped out, passing through the passage of more than ten feet, heading straight for the demonic cultivator.

"ah!"

The young demon cultivator roared angrily. Who dared to disturb his cultivation in this demon cave like this? He opened his tightly closed eyes, which were blood red. No matter who it was, he would definitely tear them into pieces.

The dark demonic energy surged around him, like a black dragon dancing around him, his arms vibrated, and two blade-like claws emerged from the pale hands hidden in the wide cuffs.

This demonic cultivator has actually reached the level of Zifu. The demonic energy is rolling like a dragon, and the blade-like claws attached to both arms are magic weapons.

Yang Qing, who rushed into the cave, was shocked when he saw the majesty of the demon cultivator. However, he jumped up without stopping and raised his long stick Wulie high. Ten jet-black ink jets instantly appeared in the green cave.

stick shadow.

The turbulent waves of the four foreign styles in "The Thirty-Six Styles of Hunyuan" are fought out brazenly.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Ten stick shadows moved with Yang Qing's figure in the air, only staying in the air for a moment, and then fell like a torrential rain.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Yang Qing saw the right moment and took action, but the demon cultivator could not dodge.

The dark magic energy of the demon cultivator rolled and turned into a giant shield in front of him, but it resisted the five stick shadows and was then scattered.

"bite…"

Mo Xiu's black hair was flying wildly, and he immediately grabbed five claws and struck them with the long stick Wu Lie. However, Mo Xiu hurriedly responded and was still hit on the left shoulder by a shadow of the stick.

"Click"

His shoulders collapsed instantly, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and his body was thrown backwards.

This most powerful blow did not kill the demon cultivator. Yang Qing felt uneasy and followed a few steps. Before the demon cultivator landed, he pointed out the long stick.

This stick hit the Demon Cultivator's chest, causing his chest to collapse, and dark blood foam overflowed from his mouth. It was thrown away again, his eyes rolled wide, and apart from anger and violence, there was no expression of any pain.

The long stick was pointed out without force and was not retracted. As soon as it was pushed forward, it was pushed up, holding the stick with both arms to exert force, and the demon cultivator who was still thrown back was picked up, lifted, and thrown together to combine.

"Peng"

The demon cultivator fell to the ground, and unknown bones were smashed into the air. After Yang Qing fell with one move, he was about to hit another stormy wave. In this insignificant gap, the demon cultivator's collapsed shoulders could still be used, and with a move of his palm,

Slap the ground and lean your body backwards.

Seeing that the demonic cultivator was still fierce, Yang Qing actually stepped out of the range of the stormy waves and forced back the moves he was about to make.

The demonic cultivator slapped the ground, and after his body spun around, a fork-shaped magical weapon appeared under his feet. The fork-shaped magical weapon flashed with black light, lifting the demonic cultivator up.

"Kill, hey hey..."

Various roars came from the passage, some were angry, some were strange, some were desolate, and some were fearful...

The monsters nearby had been frightened and were coming over, but despite Yang Qing's repeated blows, the young demon cultivator was still alive.

The left shoulder of the young demon cultivator collapsed, and there were thick bones piercing through his ribs. Blood foam and fragments were still spilling from his mouth. He was floating in the air with a fork-shaped magic weapon, and he was extremely angry.

This young demon cultivator survived such a serious injury because the violence of the evil spirit made him forget the concept of death. The reason why he is alive now is because of the violence in his heart.

"ah!"

The young demon cultivator roared with blood spraying out from his mouth, and swooped down with his blade-like claws, staring directly at Yang Qing, vowing not to stop until he killed him.

The young demon cultivator's internal organs were damaged, which did not affect his powerful strength, and he dived extremely fast.

Yang Qing was waiting with his stick. As long as the demonic cultivator swooped over, Yang Qing would definitely be able to give the young demonic cultivator a head-on blow with the length of the long stick. Unexpectedly, the demonic cultivator swooped halfway and formed a seal on his pale palm.

A stream of dark demonic energy hit Yang Qing. The demonic cultivator first lured the enemy and then cast a spell, making it impossible for Yang Qing to dodge.

Yang Qing obviously underestimated the demon cultivator, thinking that the demon cultivator only knew how to kill violently, but he did not expect him to be so cunning. This shows that the path of demon cultivator must not be underestimated.

The oncoming demonic energy rolled endlessly, sliding down like a black fireball at a high speed.

Yang Qing made a mistake. At this time, it was no longer possible to dodge safely. The long stick Wu Lie danced. Just as the black screen appeared, the rolling demonic element hit the black screen formed by the long stick Wu Lie.

"boom…"

The tumbling demonic element exploded, and Yang Qing was thrown backward by the impact of the demonic element. The demonic element stained on his body was like earthworms, turning into strands and infiltrating into his body along his pores.

"Kill, hehe, violence..."

Various sounds echoed in the cave, and the alarmed monsters had already rushed in. Human monks, ghosts, faintly humanoid figures, running skeletons...there were hundreds of them in total.

How could this cave with a radius of ten feet accommodate hundreds of monsters? The monsters squeezed in the passage could not get in, but they still rushed in desperately. There were sounds of bones colliding, angry yells and curses, and low voices crying.

There is…

Yang Qing's body was thrown back, and the secret in his heart was broken. He withdrew his consciousness and stared at the chasing young demon cultivator. He turned over his hand and took back the long stick Wulie, took out the Curse Clearing Pill, swallowed it in one gulp, and took out a long bow and another

Three arrows, after all this was done, the thrown body landed on the ground, pressing against the dead bones and grinding against the ground, making a teeth-searing sound as it slid backwards.

At this time, the young demon cultivator was already chasing after him, and his pale hands were dancing to fire out the spell again. Yang Qing was holding the bones on the ground and sliding. If this continued, the young demon cultivator's attack would hit him squarely.

At this time, Yang Qing was in no hurry to defend himself. His heart was extremely peaceful without a trace of panic. His movements were smooth and fast. He strung the three arrows, opened the bow, and let go.

"Boom, boom, boom"

A harsh sound pierced the air, and three arrows pierced through the dark green that filled the cave, pointing directly at the young demon cultivator who was about to cast a spell.

At such a close distance, the extremely fast and powerful arrow passed by and hit the young demon cultivator between the eyebrows.

"Click, pop"

The arrow hit the demon cultivator between the eyebrows, leaving only its feathers. It flew with the young man for a while, and hit hundreds of monsters with a 'peng' sound.

The young demon cultivator smashed into hundreds of monsters, causing a scream, and then there was deathly silence. Hundreds of eyes stared at the young demon cultivator whose head was pierced by an arrow.

The young demon cultivator is dead, but the demonic energy in his body is still stirring, as if he is about to struggle out and continue to kill the enemy.

Yang Qing stood up, his face turned pale, and his eyes were red. The demonic energy entering the body from the pores was refined from the evil spirit. Although he took the Curse Clearing Pill to expel some of it, there was still leakage fish pouring into his blood.

in, cholera his sanity.

Yang Qing's muscles throughout his body were well-balanced, and the fight just now did not make him feel tired. But the demonic energy integrated into his blood was the biggest trouble.

Demonic Yuan is not pure evil spirit. It contains not only power but also various negative emotions. This negative emotion hits my heart, and all kinds of things I don't want to think of come out of my mind, some of which belong to him, and some of which belong to evil ghosts.

At this time, the power of the Curse Clearing Pill spread throughout the body, and the demonic energy integrated into the blood was continuously removed. Even the evil spirit that Yang Qing had inadvertently refined and recovered was also reduced.

"Hmph!" Yang Qing still couldn't help but groan. He didn't feel the pain when the demonic element was pulled out, but the evil spirit integrated into the blood was consumed by the power of the Curse Clearing Pill, which was as painful as breaking a bone and extracting marrow.

The amount of evil energy integrated into the body was slightly reduced. This evil energy seemed to feel threatened and began to compete with the power of the Curse Clearing Pill to absorb the evil energy in the demonic element.

And the remaining negative emotions all attacked Yang Qing's heart, sadness, anger, murderous intention, guilt... made Yang Qing's eyes red, and there were tears in these red eyes. For a while, he covered his chest and opened his mouth.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

After experiencing so many things, Yang Qing originally thought that she was strong enough to withstand wind and rain, but she couldn't withstand the invasion of negative emotions.

The battle between the power of the Curse Clearing Pill and the evil spirit subdued by Yang Qing to snatch the magic element continues. The pain in the body can no longer be felt, and all kinds of negative emotions are amplified one after another.

"Hey, hey, hoo, woo..." Hundreds of monsters woke up from the shock of the tragic death of the young demon cultivator, and all screamed in various colors, forming a mess.

Bones, ghosts, ghosts, and human monks all looked at Yang Qing, who was eroded by all kinds of negative emotions. They drew out their bone blades, long leg bones, magic weapons... and rushed forward with shouts.