I have a Qiankun Ring

Yan Ruyu showed a trace of joy on her face. Although there were two people against her, she could easily defeat the other person by trapping one of them with the Joy Mist.

The long sword kept fighting with the opponent. With her own strength, she quickly suppressed the opponent. Victory was just around the corner, and Yan Ruyu couldn't help but speed up her movements.

At this time, Wang Shan in a pink gas next to him suddenly began to tremble violently. As the trembling amplitude kept accelerating, cracks began to appear in the cloud-like gas.

As Wang Shan sighed, the entire gas suddenly exploded.

At this time, Wang Shan's face flushed, and his eyes revealed a look of unsatisfied expression.

"The methods of the Hehuan Sect are indeed well-deserved. If it weren't for the strong consciousness of my own, I'm afraid I would sink into this illusion."

Recalling the experience in the Joy Mist just now, Wang Shan looked at Yan Ruyu with a complicated look.

As the silver light flashed, Yan Ruyu manipulated the long sword to swiftly cut the throat of the Linghe Sect monk, a large amount of blood gushed out, and the life in the eyes of the Linghe Sect monk quickly disappeared.

Seeing the miserable state of his fellow disciple, Wang Shan's face changed, and he used his spiritual power to move quickly to his side.

Seeing this, Yan Ruyu shouted softly, and manipulated the flying sword to attack Wang Shan again.

"I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be able to get out of the joy mist so quickly."

Wang Shan's movement was blocked by the long sword. At this time, the Linghe Sect monk of his fellow disciple crawled on the ground with a face full of pain, looking at Yan Ruyu with vicious eyes, and the blood stained the ground under him red, and he died completely with an unwilling look.

Seeing this, Wang Shan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and didn't dare to slow down his movements. Although the other party was a woman, she was ruthless and not an embroidered pillow.

He took out a talisman from his storage bag and stuck it on his chest. With a faint light, his whole body was covered with a layer of transparent armor.

When Yan Ruyu saw the talisman on the other party, he uttered a surprised sound.

He held a folding fan and blew out a stream of air. At the same time, he took out a big knife and chopped it at Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu split the airflow with a sword, and then used the sword to resist Wang Shan's attack. At the same time, a large amount of spiritual power was stirred up in his body to shake the other party away.

The spiritual power hit the transparent armor on Wang Shan's body, rippling like raindrops falling into a pond.

Wang Shan snorted coldly when he saw this: "I think your attack is useless to me!"

After that, he increased the strength of the big knife in his hand and shook Yan Ruyu's long sword away.

Yan Ruyu lost her weapon in her hand, and her heart was slightly shocked. Then she quickly opened her mouth and sprayed a ball of red mist from her mouth.

Wang Shan, who had suffered a loss once, saw the red mist about to wrap around his face, and immediately used his spiritual sense to seal his facial features, and the whole person quickly retreated backwards.

Seeing this opportunity, Yan Ruyu immediately fled to Jinlin City. Once entering Jinlin City, if the other party wanted to attack him again, he would have to weigh whether he was stronger or the guards in Jinlin City were stronger.

Wang Shan had just stabilized his body when he saw Yan Ruyu had already fled nearly a hundred feet away.

Without time to think about it, he took out a bundle of blue ropes from the storage bag, silently chanted a spell in the air, and then threw it hard in the direction of Yan Ruyu's escape.

The blue rope was like a flexible dragon at this time, flying quickly towards Yan Ruyu.

Feeling something strange behind, Yan Ruyu used her spiritual power to speed up her escape, but the rope was extremely fast, and it came behind Yan Ruyu in just a few breaths.

Without time to react, the rope wrapped around Yan Ruyu and bound her.

Seeing that the other party was successfully restrained, Wang Shan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who are you?" Yan Ruyu asked coldly.

Wang Shan glanced at the Linghe Sect cultivator who was completely dead, and shook his head: "Daoyou's attack was so cruel, it seems that this matter is difficult to settle peacefully."

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There is a huge tower that is hundreds of feet high in the back mountain of the Demon Light Sect. In front of the tower is a stone tablet about one person high. On the stone tablet are written three powerful characters: Demon Refining Tower.

The Demon Refining Tower has a transcendent status in the Demon Light Sect. A large number of powerful monsters were captured from all over Kangyang Country and refined in the tower, from which a large number of terrifying monsters were born.

The tower guards exist steadily as guards in the Demon Refining Tower, and at the same time, they must ensure that these successfully refined monsters can obey the orders of the Demon Light Sect with peace of mind.

Ling Fenghua slowly opened his eyes and looked coldly into the distance. In the distance, there was an ugly monster looking at him with greed on his face.

It was as if Ling Fenghua was a delicacy about to be eaten.

Ling Fenghua looked at the ugly monster with a cruel smile on his face: "The ten-year period has expired, let your humble life put a perfect end to my tower guarding!"

After that, he took out the halberd from the storage bag and looked at the halberd in his hand with fiery eyes: "Over the years, this cold-repelling halberd has killed many powerful monsters. It is your honor to die under this halberd."

The spiritual power surged rapidly from the dantian to the halberd in his hand. Ten years as a tower guard made Ling Fenghua much stronger than before. After many life-and-death battles with monsters in the demon tower, his realm has successfully reached the late stage of concentration, and he is only one step away from entering the golden elixir stage.

Feeling the sharp chill from the opponent's halberd, the ugly monster's face showed a trace of doubt.

Judging from the other party's exposed spiritual power, the other party is not a character to be trifled with.

Ling Fenghua showed a grim smile on his face, and stabbed the monster with the halberd in his hand. The coldness gushed out from the tip of the halberd, and the overall temperature in the entire Demon Refining Tower dropped a lot in an instant.

Even though they were several floors apart, many monsters also felt the sharp killing intent and wailed in fear.

A trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the ugly monster. If he couldn't kill the human on the opposite side today, he would be the only one to die.

Thinking of this, the ugly monster opened his mouth and let out a series of violent roars, which were transmitted to each floor of the Demon Refining Tower through the tower sound.

A large number of monsters crawled on the ground and trembled constantly.

The floor where Ling Fenghua was located was the highest floor of the Demon Refining Tower. As a large amount of coldness surged from the halberd, a large number of ice cones formed from top to bottom on the outer layer of the Demon Refining Tower.

In the cold Demon Refining Tower, a man and a beast fought together.

For a time, the entire Demon Refining Tower trembled constantly, and a large number of ice cones were shaken and fell from top to bottom, and the ice cones hit the ground with a crisp sound.

At the same time, new ice cones were also formed, and the newly formed ice cones were shaken and fell again, and the crisp sounds continued for a while.

After a violent vibration, the entire Demon Refining Tower became quiet again.

A sense of killing filled the entire Demon Refining Tower. With the dull sound of going downstairs, a large number of monsters crawled on the ground and dared not raise their heads.

As the door of the Demon Refining Tower opened, Ling Fenghua appeared at the bottom of the Demon Refining Tower covered in blood, holding the head of an ugly monster in his hand, with a cold smile on his face.