My wife came from billions of years ago

"Donee, hatred has made you lose yourself."

Ye Daosheng walked towards Ling Qingxuan with a sword in hand, "I will set you free now. Go to the Avici Hell to find your father."

When Ling Qingxuan heard Ye Daosheng mention her father, she instantly became furious and swung the magic sword. A terrifying black shadow separated from Ling Qingxuan's body and bombarded her with unstoppable demonic energy.

Demonic shadow?

The demons actually have such a mysterious skill.

Ye Daosheng found it very novel. With Ling Qingxuan's unreserved support, her strength was indeed upgraded to a higher level, and her magic skills reached perfection.

The evil shadow moved like a ghost, surrounding him so tightly that it was dizzying. For a moment, he was unable to find Ling Qingxuan's real body.

The magic swords came from all directions and converged on Ye Daosheng. A triumphant smile appeared on Ling Qingxuan's pretty face in the dark shadow. Under the attack of hundreds of magic shadows, Ye Daosheng would have nowhere to hide and would undoubtedly die.

"Prince Ning, you can't defeat my father with your strength. I know there is a mysterious strong man behind you. After you die, I will find him out soon."

"If you die, he will die, and the entire Qin will be buried with my father."

"is it?"

"I may disappoint you."

Ye Daosheng stood with a sword in his hand, with chaotic Confucian energy lingering around him. It transformed into giant soaring dragons that coiled around him, and the dragons roared, their voices resounding through the sky.

The terrifying and majestic holy energy of Confucianism and Taoism spread out, and hundreds of demonic shadows were turned into dust and disappeared without a trace. Even Ling Qingxuan's graceful figure was blown away.

A hundred meters away, Ling Qingxuan steadied his body and suddenly raised his head to look at Ye Daosheng. He saw a giant dragon of holy light wrapped around him. He looked mysterious and holy, like an immortal descending from the sky.

Out of reach, I am the only one.

"Is his talent in literature so terrifying?"

Ling Qingxuan was horrified, her voice trembling slightly, the literary saint of Jiuzhou was probably just like this, what frightened her was... the aura emanating from Ye Daosheng was extremely suppressive to them, the demon cultivators.

The holy light of Confucianism and Taoism is the nemesis of the demon clan.

"It turns out that he has been playing dumb and deceiving the world. He is the strongest trump card of the Qin Dynasty."

After witnessing Ye Daosheng's true strength, Ling Qingxuan instantly understood everything, why his father was defeated and why Ye Daosheng did not participate in the competition among the four major colleges.

Daqin didn't want him to be exposed too early.

Ye Daosheng walked with a sword in hand, with chaotic holy light wrapped around the sword. He attacked Ling Qingxuan. The bright holy light flashed, dazzling and god-killing. The sword was like a swimming dragon, making it impossible to defend against.

Ling Qingxuan was completely suppressed and gradually fell into a disadvantage. She realized that Ye Daosheng was difficult to deal with. If she continued like this, she would soon be defeated. Suddenly, she remembered the scroll that Mo Jiuzhong had given her.

laugh.

The sword slashed down like a divine rainbow, and Ling Qingxuan's dress was torn into pieces, revealing a piece of tender white. Blood flowed from the sword mark. She raised her hand to seal the acupoint and threw out the mysterious scroll.

The scroll opened in the void, madly devouring the evil energy around it. A huge vortex appeared above the scroll. At this moment, the scroll seemed to have turned into a demon that would choose its prey.

Ye Daosheng looked in the direction of the sound and raised his sword-like eyebrows, knowing that the scroll in front of him should be a treasure of the demon clan. Just as he was staring at it in fascination, a big man suddenly jumped out of the vortex on the scroll.

Roar.

Roar.

The big man looked ferocious and terrifying, with demonic energy boiling on his body. His figure was as big as a tower, like a demonized giant god. Ye Daosheng seemed a little small in front of him.

My thighs are not even as thick as other people’s arms.

"Grass!"

"You're yelling so loudly, are you trying to scare me to death?"

To be honest, the huge man jumping out of the vortex was like a miracle, appearing out of thin air. Who wouldn’t be scared?

Ling Qingxuan was also confused. She didn't expect that the scroll given to her by Mo Jiuzhong could actually summon such a terrifying demon cultivator. Looking at the somewhat crazy demon cultivator attacking Ye Daosheng, she stood aside and watched the battle.

He planned to wait for an opportunity and deal a fatal blow to Ye Daosheng.

The bald demon cultivator rushed over like a tiger out of a cage, with demonic energy coming out of his crown. His ferocious and terrifying appearance seemed a little scary. His punch attacked Ye Daosheng like a falling death star.

"boom."

A deafening roar was heard, Ye Daosheng blocked with his sword, and his figure was knocked away. After one round of confrontation, he fell into a disadvantage, and then he realized the horror of the demon cultivator in front of him.

The devil cultivator roared to the sky, urging the surrounding devil energy to transform into a roaring skeleton, which madly charged towards Ye Daosheng.

Ye Daosheng tightly grasped the Sun-Chasing Sword in his hand, with the holy light of Confucianism and Taoism lingering around his body. He pierced through with the sword, destroying the colliding skeleton, and swung the sword down angrily.

嗤，

With one sword strike, the bald demon cultivator's arm was cut off. He staggered backwards and let out a deafening roar, wishing to tear Ye Daosheng into pieces as anyone dared to hurt his demon body.

When Ling Qingxuan saw that the demon cultivator was injured, the smile on his face disappeared, and he was worried that the demon cultivator was no match for Ye Daosheng.

at this time.

An amazing scene happened.

The arm of the demon cultivator that was destroyed by Ye Daosheng was restored to its original state under the wrapping of demonic energy. Dark demonic patterns flashed, and he roared and rushed forward suddenly.

Ah, this.

Ye Daosheng was greatly surprised. He couldn't believe that the demon cultivator's recovery ability was so terrifying. In this case, how could he kill the demon cultivator in front of him?

He didn't know that the demon cultivator he was fighting was an immortal war demon. As long as there was a trace of demonic energy left between heaven and earth, they would not truly die.

During the war between immortals and demons, among the immortal war demons of the demon clan, which were already few in number, only the demon cultivator in front of him survived, while the other immortal war demons were refined by the holy fire of the immortals.

The strange fire between heaven and earth is the nemesis of the immortal war demons, and it takes a long time of refining to reduce them to ashes.

At that time, Ye Daosheng didn't know this secret. He found that the evil cultivator was immune to the holy light of Confucianism and Taoism. Under his crazy attack, he could only choose to avoid his edge.

After the demon cultivator gained the upper hand, he became more and more arrogant and domineering. He attacked with a punch, and the ground exploded into gullies. Sand and rocks flew up, and Ye Daosheng was blown away.

"Cough cough..."

Several light coughs were heard in succession. Ye Daosheng stood with his sword in hand, feeling a fishy and sweet taste in his throat. He was a little impatient as he was unable to kill the demon cultivator.

If this continues, he will be dragged to death by the evil cultivators sooner or later.

There was also Ling Qingxuan standing next to him, staring at him eagerly.

"Master, this is the immortal war demon. Ordinary treasures cannot hurt him at all." A crisp voice sounded in my ears, which was very pleasant to hear.

Ye Daosheng turned his head and found that Qingluan on his shoulder had woken up. "Qingluan, do you know how to kill the Undead War Demon?"

"fire."

"Holy Fire of Heaven and Earth."

"Only the most masculine and powerful flames in the world can refine the Undead War Demons. Otherwise, they are just invincible cockroaches."

"Holy fire? We have it!"

Ye Daosheng had an idea and brought the original divine fire of the mysterious space into his palm. He quietly accumulated power and prepared to give the Undead War Demon a surprise.

"Come on, I'll give you a big treasure!"