Fantasy: I Have a Max-Level Immortal Emperor Account

Chapter 35 The Half-Demon Saint, Xuanyuan Changqing!

Half a day ago.

Within tens of thousands of miles of the battlefield of the human-demon ruins.

Zhao Ling'er, all alone, easily slayed many demonic beasts with the power of lightning, and then she was targeted by a candidate holy son of the Beidou Holy Land.

Although this candidate for Holy Son initially showed goodwill, Zhao Ling'er, who inherited the legacy of the Primordial Emperor, possessed divine sense comparable to the Golden Core Realm, and she could sense a trace of malice in the Holy Son's heart.

She wanted to get rid of his entanglement, but unexpectedly, this candidate holy son of the Big Dipper Holy Land revealed his true nature. He was a half-demon of the Peng clan, and with his Golden Core Realm third level cultivation, his escape speed was even faster than Zhao Ling'er's lightning escape speed.

Left with no other choice, Zhao Ling'er remembered the teleportation talisman Lin Xuan had given her, and at the critical moment, she escaped the half-demon saint's fatal attack.

However, Zhao Ling'er suffered some minor injuries during the final teleportation.

……

Beside a lake that covers dozens of miles.

Xuan Yuan Changqing, the candidate for the Holy Son of the Big Dipper, had his black robe pierced by iron feathers, and his broad wings spread out like two dark clouds, blotting out the sun.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Changqing was standing in a pit several meters deep.

A pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes locked onto a small pool of blood on the ground, their eyes filled with chilling killing intent.

"That fluctuation just now was the power of spacetime teleportation. I never expected that a disciple of the Nine Heavens Holy Land would possess such a supreme treasure!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Xuanyuan Changqing's eyes.

"I absolutely cannot let her get away. She's seen my true identity. If she escapes, I'm finished!"

With a flick of his right hand, Xuanyuan Changqing separated the small pool of blood from the soil and condensed it into a blood droplet the size of a grain of rice.

Then, he took out a palm-sized ancient bronze mirror from his storage bag.

This mirror was a gift from an elder of the Peng Clan. It is a seventh-grade tracking magic treasure. As long as you have the enemy's blood or personal items on you, you can track the enemy's location within a radius of 20,000 miles.

Xuanyuan Changqing also used the ancient bronze mirror to kill two highly promising core disciples of the Beidou Holy Land.

He originally had a third target, but during the process, he encountered Zhao Ling'er. After learning that she was a disciple of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, Xuan Yuan Changqing decided to kill her.

Some time ago, the Tongtian Dapeng Clan's long-planned Nine Dragons City was about to succeed, but it was ruined by the people of the Nine Heavens Holy Land. Naturally, this matter cannot be left unresolved.

Therefore, their clan leader issued an order that if any member of the Tongtian Dapeng Clan in the Eastern Continent encountered a disciple of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, they should use all means to eliminate them.

Come back to your senses.

Xuanyuan Changqing formed several hand seals, and demonic energy poured into the ancient bronze mirror like a burst dam.

"start!"

After casting the last hand seal, Xuanyuan Changqing let out a low shout.

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of water-like ripples appeared on the ancient bronze mirror.

At the same time, a pulling force was generated, swallowing the blood left behind by Zhao Ling'er, which melted away like ice and snow, which was amazing.

then.

On the edge of the ancient mirror, several lines lit up, and a golden arrow appeared on the water-like surface of the mirror, pointing Xuan Yuan Changqing in a direction.

"I've got it! I'll see where you run to this time!"

call!

The moment the directional marker appeared, Xuan Yuan Changqing's pure black iron wings flapped wildly a few times before transforming into a streak of black light, hurtling towards the southeast at incredible speed.

A quarter of an hour ago.

Six thousand miles to the southeast.

In the dead trees that can be seen everywhere.

The rotting leaves on the ground emitted a pungent odor, and deep within the withered forest, the faint cries of ghosts tearing at each other could be heard, creating an eerie atmosphere that sent chills down one's spine.

Under a withered tree, as thick as two people could hug.

Zhao Ling'er, now dressed in a black robe, leaned against a withered tree, her face slightly pale. Her right hand hung limply at her side, and drops of dark blood fell onto the withered leaves on the ground, making a sound like sulfuric acid corroding.

The sound reached Zhao Ling'er's ears clearly in the silent, withered forest.

"I never expected that the Roc demon's feathers were poisonous!"

Zhao Ling'er felt the extremely aggressive poison in her right arm. With a thought, the pure lightning in her body instantly enveloped the fist-sized poison in her right arm.

Stab it!

A violent bolt of lightning suddenly leaped up from Zhao Ling'er's right arm, clearing away the Peng Demon's poison and causing her to lose a significant amount of lightning power.

Soon after, the wound on her right arm began to heal.

Just now.

Hearing the commotion in the withered forest, the Qi-refining ghosts rushed towards Zhao Ling'er from all directions like a tidal wave.

Most of them were insects in the dead forest, infected by resentment, and turned into huge insect monsters.

Zhao Ling'er's mind stirred.

A lightning shield, three zhang in size, protected her inside.

These nearly a thousand Qi-refining demons all charged forward fearlessly, and were all electrocuted into ashes.

In just over ten breaths, most of the Qi Refining Realm ghosts and monsters in this withered forest committed suicide.

Zhao Ling'er took out several Rejuvenation Pills from her storage bag and swallowed them, and her complexion gradually improved.

Simultaneously.

Zhao Ling'er dared not let her guard down.

The Peng demon, who was impersonating the Holy Son of the Big Dipper, was much faster than her in both strength and speed. Monsters like this who disguise themselves as humans usually have some ways to hide from or chase people.

Think of this.

Zhao Ling'er thought of using her identity token to send a distress signal, but when she picked up the token hanging at her waist, she saw that it had been pierced by an iron feather and was therefore useless.

Now we can only look around for other disciples of the Nine Heavens Holy Land or the Northern Dipper Holy Son.

Zhao Ling'er thought to herself.

Just now.

Suddenly, a fleeting afterimage with extremely fast speed entered Zhao Ling'er's spiritual sense range.

In an instant, it covered a distance of a hundred feet, at an astonishing speed.

"This aura... it's that Peng demon! How could it be so fast!"

Zhao Ling'er was startled. At the same time, she moved her feet and transformed into a streak of azure lightning, speeding away in the opposite direction.

She had a teleportation talisman in her hand, which meant she only had one chance to get rid of the Roc demon.

Zhao Ling'er had just inherited the Hunyuan Qi Technique, and the Peng Demon was skilled in speed, so the distance between the two quickly closed.

It has reached a distance of one kilometer and is still closing the gap.

One thousand meters!

Eight hundred meters!

700 meters!

……

Two hundred meters!

One hundred meters!

"Humph!"

Seeing that the distance was very close, Xuanyuan Changqing flapped his wings, and countless iron feathers stained with deadly poison, like sharp flying knives, transformed into two black torrents that rushed towards Zhao Ling'er, who was a hundred meters away.

"Lightning Shield!"

With a thought, Zhao Ling'er created a lightning shield several inches thick, which protected her, and immediately a series of crackling electric shocks rang out.

At the same time, Zhao Ling'er's escape speed also decreased.

"A good opportunity!" Xuan Yuan Changqing, who was behind Zhao Ling'er, narrowed his eyes and sped up several times, arriving above Zhao Ling'er's head.

He then summoned his natal magic weapon, a giant hammer as big as a small mountain, and slammed Zhao Ling'er to the ground.