Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Also thrown away were Bei Ji and Nangong Han.

"puff!"

They clutched their chests and coughed out a large mouthful of blood, and the light in their eyes dimmed a lot.

Not only that, their bodies seemed to have undergone reorganization, and every part was filled with tearing pain.

The gap between them and Bai Feng is too big.

In front of Bai Feng, they were as fragile as tofu.

"I would rather let the world down than let the world down me! Hahaha..."

After a successful battle, Bai Feng's hands were stained with blood.

She glanced with bloody eyes, then opened her big hands, and a terrifying suction force burst out from her hands.

Those cultivators who wanted to flee the scene were forcefully dragged back by her.

"No! No!"

The cultivator's eyes were filled with fear as Bai Feng pinched his throat.

As they begged for mercy, the white phoenix drained the essence, blood and fairy spirits from their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, they were left with nothing but skin.

On the contrary, the aura on Bai Feng's body expanded a bit.

Fang Lin gritted his teeth when he saw this scene.

The situation is not optimistic!

The possessed Bai Feng has reached a four-star spiritual level based on his strength on paper alone.

In this realm, one can control two great magic arts and have the blessing of the devil, which can be described as terrifying.

Moreover, with that blow just now, Fu Xian's gauntlet was already overwhelmed and could no longer fight.

I'm afraid it's unrealistic to kill Bai Feng. Now, I'd better think about how to leave.

"Brother, you go first, leave this place to me!"

Fang Lin groaned and made a decision immediately.

Bei Ji and others did not waste any time, and quickly evacuated with Leng Ruhan, who was seriously injured.

Because they all know that a powerful demon like the Four-Star Spiritual Realm is definitely not something they can compete with.

Among the dozen or so disciples from the Xianwu Academy present, only Fang Lin, who was a genius, could fight.

If they stay here, they will only increase casualties.

"Senior Brother Fang, take care!"

When the disciples of Xianwu Academy left, they looked back frequently.

They looked at Fang Lin, who was facing the demon Bai Feng alone, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Today, Fang Lin saved their lives.

Otherwise, they will also become a pile of withered bones under Bai Feng.

"Do you think you can save them?"

Bai Feng watched Bei Ji and others leaving, sneering again and again.

She didn't stop.

Because she has enough confidence in her own strength.

Fang Lin, who was still controlling her life a moment ago, is now just a struggling little mouse in her eyes.

As for those who escaped, including Leng Ruhan, it would not be too late to slowly liquidate them after Fang Lin is dealt with.

The scorching sun is sinking and the cold wind is blowing.

Fang Lin didn't speak.

His torn robe was fluttering in the wind.

Standing on this ruins, he looked like a warrior who was ready to die.

He closed his eyes and slowly drew out the Qingshuang Sword.

The frost flames were scorching, and the light of three feet reflected on Fang Lin's determined face.

At this moment, his face was filled with solemnity.

Because he knows that this battle will be the most difficult battle since he entered the immortal world!

The seven-star spirit body transcends the four-star spirit virtual demon path. If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent one!

However, this scene was ridiculous in Bai Feng's eyes.

The gap between the two of them was like a world of difference.

Fang Lin didn't have the Fuxian Gloves, and in Bai Feng's eyes, there was no threat at all.

Although this Qingshuang Sword is good, it is not the orange crystal with the ancient immortal soul.

"Stop talking nonsense, today, I, Fang Lin, am going to slay demons!"

Fang Lin burst out

Emitting monstrous sword intent, the Qingshuang Sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, which seemed to be responding to Fang Lin's fighting spirit, and also seemed to be a desire.

After finishing his words, Fang Lin turned his wrist and swung ten swords in succession.

The sword light turns into a beautiful flower, slowly blooming in mid-air, like the Bianhua flower blooming beside the Naihe Bridge. Although it is beautiful, it represents death.

The petals are falling down in a flurry, seemingly slowly, but they actually contain murderous intent.

When each sword flower disappears, a sword energy will burst out, whether real or fake, to attack the demonic path.

Ninety-nine flowers bloom!

When the ninety-nine sword flowers fell, a huge sword array formed around Bai Feng!

Even Bai Feng had to admire Fang Lin's uncanny craftsmanship.

No wonder, he can make the disciples of the eight major sects feel ashamed. Being able to apply swordsmanship to such a level, he deserves the title of genius.

Moreover, Bai Feng believed that once Fang Lin left the Chongxian Secret Realm, he would become the favorite of the eight sects.

Such a genius, placed in any sect, would be enough to be called the Son of God.

His talent is enough to make the eight major sects put aside their past prejudices.

"What a pity, you can't leave here!"

Bai Feng sneered, and his blood-colored pupils shrank.

She raised her hand and waved, and there was a thunderstorm above her head.

The two Taoist methods merged with each other, and their power increased dramatically, directly transforming this place into a world.

Wild winds and rain, lightning and thunder, shrouded in black fairy spirits, every drop of rain, every wind, and every thunder in the air poured out with violent power.

Perhaps it was the first time he became possessed, or perhaps he had long-standing grudges. At this moment, Bai Feng was completely out of control.

The surging power shattered thousands of sword lights, and then directly involved Fang Lin in the thunderstorm.

The heavy rain washed over his body, and Fang Lin felt like he was caught in the shadows of swords and lights.

In just a moment, his body

Covered with scars.

Even someone as strong as Fang Lin, who has reached the middle stage of the treasure body, can't resist the terrifying power of the devil.

While enduring the torture, he waved the Qingshuang Sword and used the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Sword move to cut off the surging rainstorm.

However, the heavy rain is endless, and even if the pear blossoms bloom, it is difficult to stop the attack of Bai Feng!

Fortunately, it was the golden fairy spirit in Fang Lin's body.

At this time, he was emitting a dazzling light, blocking the black demonic energy from entering his body and protecting his heart, preventing him from being seriously injured.

Bai Feng saw that Fang Lin was hurt, and the pleasure of revenge came over him like a tide.

"Hahaha!"

She looked up to the sky and laughed, playing with the black demonic energy between her hands, and looked at Fang Lin jokingly: "The masters who can defeat many geniuses from the eight major sects are nothing more than this. In the end, they are just my nourishment!"

After the words fell, the demonic energy in Bai Feng's hand stretched out like a vine.

In the heavy rain, black demonic energy wrapped around Fang Lin's body, and then produced countless spikes, which were fiercely inserted into Fang Lin's body.

"ah!"

Fang Lin was in so much pain that the veins on his forehead were exposed.

The moment the demonic energy entered his body, he seemed to be experiencing the pain of being torn apart by five horses.

Moreover, he could feel that Bai Feng's demonic energy was slowly sucking Fang Lin's blood and fairy spirit!

Here, Fang Lin is resisting hard.

On the other side, the masters from the eight major sects gathered in front of the teleportation formation.

The leader is naturally the master of the eight major sects.

Their strength is tyrannical and they are the leaders of the entire immortal world. Even if they shake their feet, the entire immortal world will tremble.

Behind them are the elders of their respective sects.

Although their strength is not as good as that of the sect leader, they are all powerful Spirit Emperors, and the blood in their bodies is like a river and sea, endless and terrifying.

But at this moment, they all had gloomy faces, and no one dared to speak rashly.