Hunting Immortals and Demons

"not good."

Within the formation, the hearts of countless people were in their throats.

Especially the people from the Martial Alliance, they hated themselves for their low cultivation and being unable to rush out to help.

They can only watch such a battle. If anyone goes out, it only takes a trace of the aftermath to wipe them out.

But at this moment, countless lines suddenly appeared in the sky.

The lines intertwined, and a huge chessboard emerged.

The chessboard enveloped the seven tornadoes and the Ice Wind Immortal Lord.

There seems to be some kind of binding and isolating power on the chessboard.

The tornado is isolated from the outside world, cannot absorb power, and cannot continue to grow.

At the same time, countless lines intertwined on the chessboard, like giant snakes, winding towards the tornado.

Sizzle.

The lines collided with the tornado, and the tornado was slowly weakening.

On the edge of the chessboard, a white-haired old man emerged.

"Master, you're finally here, hahaha, I knew you wouldn't die without saving me."

Zuo Yun became energetic and laughed.

"You are the only disciple of the old man. How can you helplessly watch you being killed? You are an unfilial disciple. I have taught you for so many years, but in the end you still need the old man to fight to the death."

The white-haired old man cursed angrily, but his hands did not stop at all. He kept moving in the air, and a series of wish marks flew out.

"The wish pattern formation? Humph, your human race's wish pattern is just evolved from the wish power pattern of my immortal clan, and you still dare to do it in front of me."

The Ice Wind Immortal Lord snorted coldly, stepped on his limbs, and his huge body rushed towards the white-haired old man like a phantom.

It will arrive in an instant.

The sharp giant claws grabbed at the white-haired old man.

With a pop, the white-haired old man's body fell apart.

But no blood was spilled.

The next moment, the figure of the white-haired old man appeared on the other side of the chessboard.

"It's just a matter of lying to others. I have studied the Willing Power Patterns and Willing Patterns all my life, and I have already understood that the Willing Power Patterns are not unique to your fairy clan. They also evolved from another more advanced pattern. The Willing Power Patterns Based on the wish pattern, my achievements have already surpassed the wish power pattern of your immortal clan."

The white-haired old man said.

As he spoke, the previous seven tornadoes had been weakened to the point of being invisible.

"Hmph, you are not ashamed of your words."

The Ice Wind Immortal Lord once again charged towards the white-haired old man, condensing endless wind blades and rolling towards the white-haired old man.

The body of the white-haired old man was crushed to pieces by the wind blade, but there was still no flesh and blood.

The next moment, the white-haired old man emerged from the other side of the chessboard.

The Ice Wind Immortal Lord's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was burning with anger.

He has already seen that the white-haired old man obviously only has the cultivation level of the seventh rank of Yuan Shen, and may have reached the peak of the seventh rank.

But even at the peak of rank seven, it is not on the same level as rank eight.

In a head-to-head confrontation, he could easily defeat the white-haired old man.

But this chessboard was extremely weird. Every time he hit the old man, the old man's true body had moved away from where he was, and every attack failed.

"I'll kill you later."

The Ice Wind Immortal Master left a word and turned around to leave.

He knew that the old man just wanted to cling to him and gain some breathing space for Lu Yan and others.

How could he fall into the trap?

But just when he was about to rush out of the chessboard, the chessboard quickly extended forward, allowing the Ice Wind Fairy Lord to still be within the chessboard.

Um?

The Ice Wind Immortal Lord snorted coldly, shrank his body, and at the same time mobilized the rules of wind to increase his speed to the extreme.

A single leap can make you hundreds of miles away.

However, he made several leaps and bounds and was still within the chessboard.

It's not that the scope of the chessboard is so large, but that every time he crosses it, the chessboard moves accordingly, so that the Ice Wind Immortal Lord is always on the chessboard.

"You can't get out of my Tiangang chessboard. Why don't we all sit down and talk calmly and discuss the lines of wish power."

The white-haired old man spoke.

“Discuss you x”

The Ice Wind Immortal Lord was so angry that he unleashed all his strength and pounced on the old man.

But every time the person killed was not the old man's true form.

After the Ice Wind Immortal Master was entangled, Lu Yan fought against the Southern Python Immortal Master alone, and the pressure was greatly reduced.

Of course, he is still no match for the Southern Python Immortal Master. It is difficult for his attacks to hit the Southern Python Immortal Master, but the Southern Python Immortal Master's attacks will occasionally hit him, and every time, he can be injured.

Fortunately, his defense was strong enough. Although he was hit, it was not fatal, so he managed to survive.

However, the battle between Lin Yan and the White Tiger Immortal Master was inseparable and extremely fierce.

But Prince Ming and Chu Tianjiao were already in danger.

The ten fingers of the giant cyan ape quickly lengthened and turned into ten thick vines.

There are countless barbs growing on the vines, dancing crazily.

bump!

Chu Tianjiao was knocked away, and two vines, like two spears, stabbed Chu Tianjiao in the head, one behind the other.

Chu Tianjiao resisted with all his strength, but he could only barely block the one in front of him, but he couldn't block the one in the back.

Suddenly, King Ming's figure appeared behind Chu Tianjiao, shot out, and collided with the vines.

King Ming's body was shaken violently and he fell backwards. The power of rules on the vines poured into his body from the spear.

Even Lu Yan couldn't guard against the complete power of the rules, let alone Prince Ming.

He coughed up blood, his body was bloody and almost exploded.

"Die!"

The giant green ape roared, and ten vines, overwhelming the sky, rushed toward the two of them.

boom!

At this moment, an astonishing aura erupted from King Ming's body, and a thick black mist filled the air from his body. His injuries were also recovering at an alarming speed.

At the same time, his body began to squirm and twist, becoming extremely ferocious.

On Wushan Mountain, everyone's eyes widened with incredulous expressions.

After Lu Yan's spiritual consciousness scanned it, he was also shocked.

Wu Ling!

Prince Ming actually took up the path of Wu Ling.

This is like a fantasy.

In everyone's opinion, anyone in this world could follow the path of martial arts, but King Ming was the least likely to do so.

King Ming has always followed the instructions of his ancestors and hates Wu Ling deeply, killing all of them.

No one would have thought that King Ming himself would become a martial spirit.

"No wonder, no wonder King Ming was able to break through to the seventh level of Yuan Shen."

Lu Yan's heart moved.

King Ming's body squirmed, approaching a malignant transformation, and tentacles sprouted from his body.

Swish swish swish.

The tentacles extended out and intertwined with the vines of the giant cyan ape.

"Tianjiao, get out and I'll catch him."

King Ming growled.

"Father."

Chu Tianjiao roared sadly, his eyes filled with tears.

On Wushan Mountain, Chu Long and other sons of King Ming all clenched their fists, and their nails dug into the palms of their hands, allowing blood to seep out. Their eyes were blood red, and their tears could not stop flowing.

There is no better way to know a father than a son.

They knew Prince Ming's character very well.

If there was no way out, King Ming would never take the path of Wu Ling.

Once King Ming joins the path of martial arts, it means that King Ming is determined to die.

There is no thought of living anymore.

"A martial spirit? With little skill, even a pure demon will be defeated by our clan."

The giant green ape shouted coldly, and with great power, he pressed towards King Ming along the vines.

Pressed by the immortal power, the demonic aura on King Ming's body immediately faded quickly, and the tentacles on his body began to shrink inwards.

But at this time, a tentacle wriggled out of King Ming's body, and when he touched the bag of mustard seeds, a dark head appeared, and demonic energy surged into the sky.

"This is the remains of the Demon Lord."

The giant cyan ape roared in shock.

King Ming's mouth suddenly opened, strange and huge, and he swallowed the demonic head in one mouthful.

Then the body continued to squirm, and the demonic energy surged again, even several times stronger than before.

Hoho

King Ming's eyes turned scarlet, and he let out a hoarse roar. His body kept twisting and squirming, and tentacles appeared on his body, wrapping around the giant cyan ape.

"Did my father get this head from the Demon Ridge Mountains?"

Chu Tianjiao's pupils shrank, and a thought flashed in his mind.

"The Demon Lord has been dead for I don't know how many years. He wants to deal with me with just a piece of the Demon Lord's corpse. It's unreasonable."

The giant cyan ape roared.

The arm shook, and the vines formed by the ten fingers broke off and broke away from the restraints. Then he activated the rules of wood with both hands and pushed forward. Countless emerald green seeds as thin as dust flew towards King Ming.

As soon as these seeds touched King Ming's body, they took root and sprouted. The roots penetrated into King Ming's body, frantically sucking in King Ming's nutrients and growing like crazy.

Soon, dense green grass sprouted from King Ming's body.

ah!

King Ming howled in pain and struggled wildly, but with his demonic energy, he could not destroy these seeds.

These seeds are transformed from fairy power and the rules of wood. Fairy power is specifically designed to restrain evil spirits.

Unless the amount of demonic energy exceeds the immortal power.

However, King Ming's cultivation was only at the seventh level of the Soul. Even with the help of a demon king's head, the demonic energy was not as thick as the giant cyan ape.

If it doesn't exceed it, it can't be suppressed.

Some seeds even entered his internal organs from his mouth and nose, took root and sprouted in his internal organs, and wanted to completely suck out his life force.

"Tianjiao, retreat, stay away."

Prince Ming sent a message to Chu Tianjiao, and a tentacle wrapped around Chu Tianjiao and swung it violently, sending Chu Tianjiao flying hundreds of miles away.

And he himself frantically pounced on the giant cyan ape.

"Suppress me."

The giant cyan ape pushed with both hands, and more seeds flew out. At the same time, thirty-six wooden swords appeared in the sky, falling from the sky and stabbing towards King Ming.

King Ming completely ignored these attacks.

Dozens of tentacles stretched out from his body, dancing crazily, rapidly growing in length, wrapping around the giant cyan ape, and then a dazzling light burst out from his body.

"Father."

"King Ming."

Chu Tianjiao and Chu Long cried out sadly to Chongyang and others.

boom!

The next moment, King Ming's body exploded and turned into a storm of destruction, sweeping in the giant cyan ape.

King Ming, self-destructed.

He knew that he was no match for the giant cyan ape, and if he continued to delay, there would be only a dead end, so he simply chose to self-destruct.

I hope that with my own death, I can hold the giant cyan ape on its back, and at least be severely injured, so as to bring a slight turn of events for Lu Yan and others.

"King Ming."

Lu Yan sighed inwardly.

He knew, or in other words, King Ming himself knew very well that ever since he embarked on the Martial Arts Path, this end had been doomed.

In the world, the person who should not follow the path of martial arts is destined to be miserable.

Faced with the current situation, King Ming had no choice. If he wanted to improve his strength, he could only take the martial arts route.

But when he came to Wu Ling, he didn't want to live. He just wanted to give others a chance to survive.