Chapter 114 Zhang Lingxiao

Kong Qingmin's black light flowed out of the spiritual armor, trying to offset the suction from the black jar in mid-air. However, the true qi in his body was rapidly consumed, and the black jar in mid-air seemed to have a kind of magic, which could devour the true qi he attached to the spiritual armor.

"Open it for me!"

Kong Qingmin roared, and the spiritual armor on his body burst into countless black light, setting him off like a ghost god of war. The powerful power came from the spiritual armor, trying to break free from the attraction of the black jar.

"Hum!"

The black magic altar trembled slightly, and a strong suction came from the mouth of the altar and covered Kong Qingmin. The endless black light blooming on his body was sucked into the altar. Not only did he not break free from the magic altar, but he was attracted by the altar and flew away from the inside of the altar.

"Brother, save me!"

Kong Qingmin's face changed greatly. He felt that his whole body was bound by a strong force and could not break free at all. He hurriedly asked for help from the mysterious man in black behind. The black jar was not a good weapon at a glance. He didn't want to be sucked into it.

This time, the mysterious man who was shrouded in the black fog did not give up his hand, but directly reached out his big hand and grabbed Kong Qingmin. The black fog beside him surged and turned into a huge fingerprint more than ten feet long. He grabbed Kong Qingmin, who flew to the mouth of the altar, and then flew back and fell to his side.

Then, another big hand grabbed the magic altar hanging in mid-air, trying to take it for himself.

When the mysterious man rescued Kong Qingmin, the fat man's face was already pale. At this time, the black magic altar was grasped by the mysterious man's black big hand, and there was no way to avoid it at all. He gritted his teeth and destroyed the remaining true air in his body and poured it into the lid of the magic altar above his head. The lid of the magic altar rotated slightly, emitting a huge black light. The column bombarded the black fog hand, and the fog hand was smashed. The fat man moved his mind and wanted to take back the black magic altar in the air.

"I want to take it back now. It's too late." The mysterious man snorted coldly and poked out two huge fog hands again. One patted the lid of the magic altar above the fat man's head, and the other hand grabbed the black magic altar body hanging in the air.

"Do it!"

Ye Xiaoyu said to Ye Wenxian. The two took action at the same time. The folding fan in Ye Wenxian's hand shot out a golden light, blocking the foggy hand that patted the top of the fat man's head. Ye Xiaoyu flashed and appeared beside the mysterious man. His fists flashed purple light and bombarded the man in black fiercely.

"Boom!"

He punched the black fog around the mysterious man, as if it were on a huge pile of cotton. The endless power was absorbed by the black fog, and the mysterious man was not hurt at all.

"I don't believe I can't break your turtle shell."

Ye Xiaoyu didn't believe it, and his fists burst out again. However, the man in black didn't even look at him and continued to grab the black magic altar in the air and the lid on the fat man's head.

"You can't be presumptuous."

Kong Qingmin, who stood next to the mysterious person, shouted loudly, and his claws grabbed Ye Xiaoyu's heavenly spirit cover with a horrible roar. Before the claw wind came, Ye Xiaoyu's scalp, which had been stimulated by the fierce murderous intention, was painful. At the same time, three people in black in the master's realm forced away to Ye Wenxian. For a moment, the whole valley fell into In a scuffle.

Ye Xiaoyu saw that the fat man already had an unsupportable trace and no longer kept it. The Jiuyang Supreme Zhenqi and Zixia Shengong Zhenqi in his body instantly merged together, and then covered his fist. His fist was now shining purple, as if wrapped in a layer of purple crystal. Generally, if you look carefully, these purple crystals also contain pure white sun-like white lights.

"Boom!"

With this punch, Ye Xiaoyu hit the claws grabbed by Kong Qingmin heavily. The pure black claws seemed to meet a natural nemesis. Under the purple fist light, Ye Xiaoyu's body flashed and came to Kong Qingmin's side. Before Kong Qingmin could react, his fists were powerful and domineering. The majestic Ziyang Zhenqi was heavily bombarded on his body armor. Kong Qingmin's seventh-order body armor suddenly appeared a broken fist seal, surrounded by cracks.

Ye Xiaoyu's boxing skills are exquisite, powerful and fast. After the first punch, the back punches were endless like the water of the Yangtze River. One punch after another hit on Kong Qingmin's spiritual armor. Kong Qingmin was hit by Ye Xiaoyu's series of attacks that he could not even organize his defense, and his claws protected his head and heart and other key points. To resist, a series of Ziyang Zhenqi penetrated into his body through the spiritual armor, breaking the meridians of his body. With the last punch, Kong Qingmin fell to the ground heavily and could no longer get up.

After Ye Xiaoyu solved Kong Qingmin, he gave Kong Qingdong, who was staying beside Kong Qingmin, a point. This point pierced Kong Qingdong's eyebrows. Kong Qingdong stared at Ye Xiaoyu in disbelief and fell to the ground unwillingly.

Ye Xiaoyu once again turned his eyes to the mysterious man who was shrouded in black fog. His body flashed and appeared beside him again. Then, his fists were like two amethyst gems, emitting a bright purple light, and fiercely bombarded his protective black fog. This time, the mysterious man's body black fog, in the purple sun god Under the merit, the snow met the scorching sun, and countless black fog melted under Ye Xiaoyu's fists. Ye Xiaoyu's fists easily pierced all the black fog, bombarded the body of the man in black fiercely, and immediately knocked the man in black out.

Ye Xiaoyu did not pursue immediately, but quickly retreated back and forced the three masters in black who besieged Ye Wenxian to retreat.

"It's really not easy for you to break my dark fog." Although the mysterious man was bombarded by Ye Xiaoyu, he was not injured. He controlled his body from mid-air and gently fell to the ground, looking at Ye Xiaoyu and the others.

In the inheritance of Jiuyou Sect, there is a volume of the Nether Demon Sutra. The skill recorded above is the supreme mysterious method. Its power is from yin to evil, and it kills invisibly. It is not the core disciple of the Jiuyou Sect who is not allowed to practice. This mysterious man in black has a ghost demon fog, which is obviously a core disciple of the Jiuyou Sect.

The magic fog on the mysterious person surged, and finally slowly dispersed, revealing his true face. He was a young man about 20 years old. He was still surrounded by a black magic fog. He only showed his face. His face was thin and his eyes were cold, but his body looked very tall against the black magic fog.

"You are disciples of Yunxia Mountain."

The young man's eyes were cold, and the thin young man stared at Ye Xiaoyu and said.

"That's good. Who are you?"

The fat man asked with a little surprise. The person in front of him was very dangerous and powerful, which made him feel inability. He knew that the realm of the young man in black in front of him was at least the realm of the great master. The core disciples of Jiuyou Sect were indeed anti-sky demons.

"My name is Zhang Lingxiao. You should remember this name well, because you will all die in my hands." Zhang Lingxiao smiled slightly, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, which was particularly oozing.

"Damn it! Do you really think you're going to eat us?" The fat man muttered.

Ye Wenxian and Ye Xiaoyu also increased their vigilance, especially Ye Xiaoyu. He knew how strong his punch was just now, but this Ling Xiao completely took it with his body and did not receive any damage at all, which was enough to show the strength of the enemy in front of him.

"Why did you appear here?" Ye Xiaoyu asked.

"I was going to accompany my brother to destroy the Zhen family, but I didn't expect to find an ancient cave, which was actually a cave left by a powerful monk. Presumably the spiritual soldier of the Zhen family should be a spiritual soldier used by the teacher. That's a treasure. I must get it." Ling Xiao said.

"Do you also know that this is a cave left by a teacher?" Ye Xiaoyu's heart sank and asked.

"I didn't know at first, but after walking in the cave, it was naturally clear. Tell me, where is the spiritual soldier now? After handing over the spiritual soldier, I can give you a good time." Zhang Lingxiao said.

"Damn it, hand over the spiritual soldiers and kill us. Why do we still hand over?" The fat man was very angry by Ling Xiao's tone.

"If you want to resist, I'd like to see how many moves you can survive under me?"

Zhang Lingxiao showed a smile, and the black fog rolled over his body, covering his face again. Then, the black fog on his body spread sharply and enveloped Ye Xiaoyu and others.

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