5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 859 Outbreak!

"Lord of the Immortal Realm? Me?" Jiang Ling frowned slightly, and did not speak. He just protected the two saintesses of the Tianmen Gate behind him, and calmly faced the army of monks.

"Hmph." With a cold snort, the world suddenly became dark, and then the majestic energy turned into countless sharp spikes, shooting towards Jiangling.

"Buzz." The space rippled as the spikes passed by, and the intense friction filled the air with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The space around Jiang Ling was locked, there was no way to avoid it, Jiang Ling could only fight it.

Jiang Ling stepped on his feet, and was about to arouse the power of his body, when the beautiful figure beside him swayed, and the tall, thin and frail figure blocked Jiang Ling's body.

Her back was only half an inch away from Jiang Ling's chest, and her body was trembling, revealing the fear in her heart.

Wisps of delicate fragrance wafted from her body and spread to the tip of Jiang Ling's nose, this smell is so familiar.

"No!" Jiang Ling's eyes were about to burst, and he wanted to pull her behind him, but it was too late.

"Boom!"

Spikes all over the sky hit her like raindrops, making a heartbreaking muffled sound.

A puff of blood mist sprayed out, staining her clothes red, and the faint fragrance was covered by a strong smell of blood.

The spikes contained a terrifying impact force, after piercing her body, they tore Jiang Ling's flesh and blood with all his strength, turning Jiang Ling into a sieve.

But Jiang Ling couldn't care about all of this, Jiang Ling only had eyes for the woman covered in blood mist.

"puff."

Jiang Ling's throat was sweet, and hot blood spurted out.

The tall woman in front of Jiang Ling swayed and fell down.Regardless of the injuries on his body, Jiang Ling hurriedly supported her.

"Ye Qingrou! You are courting death!" Jiang Ling's eyes were bloodshot.

This woman was Ye Qingrou. Ever since the army of monks appeared, she had been silent and didn't scream out of fright, but stood firmly by Jiang Ling's side.

Jiang Ling never expected that she would do such an impulsive thing.

The Saintess of Tianmen also looked at Ye Qingrou in surprise, obviously she did not expect such a thing to happen!

Blood gushed out from the corner of Ye Qingrou's mouth, her pupils were a little dizzy, and the spikes just now had killed her vitality in an instant.

Jiang Ling quickly placed his palm on the back of her head, helping her hold her breath.

At this time, the army of monks all over the sky did not make a move. They looked at Jiang Ling and the others coldly. This cruel scene was so interesting in their eyes.

"Jiangling," Ye Qingrou slowly stretched out her arm and placed it on Jiangling's face, "I thought about it a lot just now, but I actually have something to hide from you."

Ye Qingrou's voice was weak, and it was already difficult to hold on.

"No!" Jiang Ling yelled in panic, with energy surging in his palm, "I don't care, no matter what you hide from me, you are still that Ye Qingrou."

Some things, when you have them, you feel nothing, but when you are about to lose them, you realize how precious they are.Jiang Ling has always felt that his feelings for Ye Qingrou have faded, but at this moment, Jiang Ling's heart hurts a little, and he panics from the pain.

"I actually hid a big secret from you, and these people also followed my breath. In fact, it was I who implicated you, not you who implicated me."

Ye Qingrou spoke weakly.

"Some time ago, I awakened my memory. In fact, I have been reincarnated more than once. My original name was"

"Call, Anya."

As soon as she uttered two words, her hands dropped limply, the color in her pupils lost color, and two clear streams slid down the corners of her eyes.

"Huh." Her head drooped weakly.

The cold wind between heaven and earth blew over slowly, blowing Ye Qingrou's plain dress, and also blowing Jiang Ling's long hair, exposing Jiang Ling's blood-red eyes.

Jiang Ling hugged Ye Qingrou, scenes flashed in his mind.

"Are you dumb, then I can confide my troubles to you as much as I want, and you can't tell others anyway."

Scene after scene, finally merged into a beautiful figure, she stood in Jiangling's memory, gradually drifting away.

Jiang Ling gently put Ye Qingrou down, closed her eyes, and turned to look at the army of monks all over the sky. Her hair was fluttering in the wind, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Jiang Ling's vision was blurred by tears.

"Huh", a palpitating wave awoke from Jiang Ling's body.

The lord of the fairy world is coming at this moment!

"Bang", the manic power raged, blasting the sand and dust flying all over the sky.

The saint of Tianmen looked at Ye Qingrou's body and couldn't help sighing. She just stood quietly behind Jiang Ling just now and didn't disturb Jiang Ling and Ye Qingrou.

"Oh, what, the beloved woman is dead, going crazy? The former lord of the fairy world, I didn't expect to be so downcast."

More than 20 detached people were floating in the air, seeing Jiang Ling about to erupt at any time, they chuckled disdainfully.

"You all stay."

Jiang Ling's whole body exuded a light blue light, especially between his brows.

"Copper coffin, come out for me!"

Jiang Ling roared like he was venting, and no longer showed any mercy.

The moment Ye Qingrou died, Jiang Ling's soul trembled, inexplicably resonating with the broken copper coffin in his body.

This means that Jiang Ling can temporarily invoke the power of the copper coffin.

(End of this chapter)