He's obviously the villain, but the heroine is all for him?

"Who was begging for mercy just now?"

Ling Yun slapped Tao Ying'er on her hips. The beauty whimpered and slid into his arms. Her hand "accidentally" clasped his dragon and slid slowly: "Oh, why don't I remember?"

"It seems this yard is truly magical. I fucked it half to death just now, but now it has recovered."

"You smell so good..."

Tao Ying'er threw herself into his arms and sniffed him, in a state of estrus. Tai Shuying kicked her under the table in annoyance, signaling her to be more careful.

"Okay, okay, I know you're jealous."

Tao Ying'er sat up, straightened her skirt, and a hint of teasing flashed across her eyes.

Luo Xinyue was so bored that she tapped her fingers on the table. "Is there any way to speed up the funnel? It's really boring just waiting like this."

"It's no use speeding up, you still have to wait for others."

"Too."

Luo Xinyue stretched lazily, her round breasts accentuated by her tight-fitting outfit. She wouldn't normally be so casual out in public, desperately wanting to wrap her breasts in bandages and squash them flat. Only in front of Ling Yun could she let loose, engaging in seemingly everyday, yet inexplicably rare, gestures.

Seeing Ling Yun looking at her figure, Luo Xinyue smiled inwardly.

If anyone else dared to look at her like that, she would have beaten him to death. Only Ling Yun could admire her without restraint. After all, she couldn't find anyone else to look at her except him.

In order to integrate the Saint-level sword embryo into the Ghost-Slaying Sword, even if Ling Yun had the ability of a master craftsman, it would take at least half a day, and it was simply too late now.

As the five of them chatted, the last grain of sand in the hourglass fell out, and they were teleported back to the battlefield again.

[Realms: Taixuan Realm, Black Eye Realm, Ghost Market Realm, Red Cauldron Realm, and Lingyu Realm. ]

[Each party has 5 players, fair play, and the subsidy mechanism is canceled.]

[The battle lasts for 2 hours. When the time is up, the results will be automatically determined.]

[Loser, eliminated!]

[Those who perform poorly will be eliminated!]

[Timer begins.]

This time the number of teams increased to five, with a total of 25 people, and the time was extended to two hours.

However, Ling Yun found that the venue seemed much smaller.

In a relatively limited space, the number of people has more than doubled, with the intention of directly eliminating those realms that passively avoid fighting.

The five people continued to search for the enemy quickly in the same way as before, and soon encountered the enemies from the Ghost Market.

The emperors of this ghost market world have strange whereabouts and weird moves. They all have pale faces and a ghostly aura around them. They don't look like living people.

Ling Yun faced a man who was dressed very similarly to Hei Wuchang. The two fought for a while, and then Ling Yun summoned the soul-summoning banner.

The moment the black man saw the soul-calling banner, he showed fear. Ling Yun knew that something was going to happen, so he urged a large number of ghosts to kill him without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, the moment the ghost approached the black man, the fear on the other's face turned into joy, and he began to devour the ghost frantically!

"You like to eat, right?"

Ling Yun narrowed his eyes and took out the colorful soul-calling banner. The gloomy ghost energy enveloped the space within a radius of thousands of miles. Others could only hear screams and wails from inside, and anyone who got close felt creepy.

There is a limit to the skills, even innate supernatural powers are no exception.

After being surrounded by a large number of dead souls, the black man went from eating quickly at first to eating slowly, and later he could not eat anymore.

"Eat, don't you like to eat? I'll let you eat enough!"

Ling Yun collected countless dead souls at the island level, and they were all powerful people who fell in the entire plane. The quality and quantity were enough to daunt people.

"Woo...Woo..."

The black man was forced to open his mouth, not because he wanted to eat, but because Ling Yun forced it into his mouth!

When it reaches a certain critical point, the black guy explodes with a bang!

The dead souls accumulated in his belly crawled out and returned to the soul-summoning banner one after another under Ling Yun's command.

Ling Yun arranged the soul-summoning banners into a formation. Any cultivator who trespassed would be attacked by billions of dead souls. Unless they had amazing combat power, they would not be able to get through the soul-summoning banners alone.

Several women also brought good news one after another. Except for Ji Zihui who was injured, the other three women resolved the battle safely.

"Sorry, I'm still too weak..."

Ji Zihui felt a little ashamed. She was the worst here. If it weren't for Ling Yun's help, she might have been sent back when she climbed the ladder to heaven at the first level.

"These are for you."

Ling Yun threw the ring containing the soul-summoning flag to her: "If you are defeated in the future, use these to deal with the enemy. The method of use is also very simple. Come closer and I will tell you..."

Seeing the two of them snuggling together intimately, Tao Ying'er imitated Ji Zihui's tone in a sarcastic tone: "I am also weak, Master Ling, can you give me some treasures to keep me safe~"

"I'll give you two slaps."

Tao Ying'er perked up when she heard this, and she pulled Ling Yun's hand and put it on her face: "Young Master, just hit me twice~"

This coquettish look made Ling Yun a little impulsive. He hugged Ji Zihui with one hand and slapped Tao Yinger twice with the other hand.

Tao Ying'er's face turned red after being beaten, and she almost died.

"Well, the battle isn't over yet."

Ling Yun looked at the battlefield not far away and found that a group of monks were working together to besiege a lone woman.

"Aren't they afraid of being eliminated by doing this?" Luo Xinyue clenched the spear in her hand.

"Maybe they just don't care."

"No matter what, we've come to this point. Before we determine the Heavenly Dao's judgment criteria, it's better to be cautious."

The women nodded slightly and stopped the five people who were working together to encircle the female cultivator.

The female cultivator was exhausted and covered with wounds. These people clearly had the ability to kill her, but they tortured her as if it were a game.

“There are four females here too!”

The leading man wore glasses and a suit, and looked like he came from the urban world.

The four girls all frowned, only Ling Yun was slightly surprised.

Mother?

He had only heard this name from the gender-opposing groups in his hometown on Blue Star, and he still missed it quite a bit.

"My friend, are these four females yours? Hahahaha!"

Those monks laughed wildly. Hearing such insulting words, Tai Shuying frowned and raised his sword, swinging it at the person in charge.

The man used his crescent-shaped scimitar to block Tai Shuying's sword energy. Feeling the numbness in his arm, his smile faded. "I didn't expect you to have some strength. Brothers, go ahead and kill these bitches and make soup with them!"

"Go back."

Ling Yun stopped the four girls who were about to make a move and stood in front of them.

The people on the opposite side stopped in their tracks when they saw this. The man holding the machete flexed his arms and said, "You want to be a hero and save the beauty, fighting one against five?"

"It's not a bad idea."

"Friend, I have a piece of advice for you." The man glanced at the women behind Ling Yun, not taking their angry expressions to heart. "Women will only drain everything from you, leaving when you have nothing left, and even taking away half of your cultivation! Staying with them will only lead to misfortune. You should be ruthless when dealing with them, and just treat them as breeding machines! There are thousands of beautiful women, but these women are just commodities waiting to be sold, not worth mentioning!"

Ling Yun smiled slightly: "Do you think the same about your mother?"

"Oh, she's just my dad's bitch. How dare she control me? I killed her hundreds of years ago!"

"It seems that there is nothing more to talk about between us."

The Black Eye World should be a world where men are extremely superior to women, so much so that they don't even regard the opposite sex as human beings.

Gold diggers and bad women must be severely punished, but when someone can kill his own mother, then that's basically the end of the matter.

"I am enough to deal with you all by myself."

Ling Yun did not take out the three-pointed, double-edged sword, but put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his left waist.

The four women retreated instantly. They knew Ling Yun's ability. Ling Yun was now so powerful that even Tai Shuying and Luo Xinyue did not dare to say that they could survive a full round under Ling Yun's sword.

After all, Ling Yun has almost given up on other sword techniques, and once he unsheathes his sword, it’s a sure kill!

The five monks stood in specific positions, and the other four held weapons and pointed them at the person in front, and actually transferred their own power to the man with the scimitar!

"Ohhh! The power is surging up like crazy, ouch! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

As he spoke these childish words, his eyes turned golden, his body grew to hundreds of feet tall, and he swung down his world-destroying scimitar like a giant spirit!

Ling Yun held the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right hand.

"Jianyi!"

A white light flashed by silently, and even the four women could not see Ling Yun's movements clearly. In their eyes, the sword at Ling Yun's waist seemed to have not been unsheathed!

The giant male cultivator was split into two at the waist, and the four black pupil realm cultivators behind him were not spared either, and exploded and died one after another!

The female cultivator who was rescued by several people looked at the scene in front of her in astonishment. When Ling Yun looked back, she was so scared that she wet her pants.

Chapter 380 Demon Slayer

Cultivation is like being unaware of the passage of time, and many emperors who are taking the test have even lost the concept of time.

After each session, Ling Yun and Si Mei would return to the courtyard where they were before, staring at the hourglass in a daze while repairing their injuries.

This is the 11rd time.

A trace of fatigue appeared on Luo Xinyue's pretty face. Even she, such a warlike Valkyrie, was gradually numb from the continuous high-frequency battles. It seemed that every time the God-Killing Spear attacked, it was not taking the life of a living creature, but some kind of daily cleaning.

In so many battles, Ling Yun and his four companions also encountered many powerful opponents.

Their strength does not only come from themselves, but also from various strange holy weapons.

Heaven did not give anyone a chance to take advantage of the situation. After defeating the opponent, along with the fall of the opponent's top combat power, the holy artifacts also disappeared and returned to their original world, waiting for the next destined person.

That was the most dangerous time. Ling Yun's shoulder was pierced by a strange twisted sword, and his spiritual energy leaked out crazily.

Tai Shuying and the other women were extremely anxious, but the power of the holy weapon was a fatal threat to the strong men in the imperial realm. Ling Yun hardened his heart and stopped the women from asking for help. He clamped the opponent's sword with his shoulders and used the Tiansha Jue at full speed to compete with the opponent to see who could absorb more.

The final outcome was self-evident. Ling Yun, without even using the Axe of Creation, forcibly killed his opponent with his flawless true body and the Imperial-grade Demon-Slaying Sword. This was also the first time he had drawn his swords consecutively on the Starry Sky Road, wiping out an entire opposing team in one fell swoop and draining their cultivation.

After the battle, the four girls burst into tears when they saw Ling Yun with blood-stained clothes and a big hole in his left arm.

When had they ever seen Ling Yun like this? No matter how powerful the enemy was, Ling Yun was always calm and composed, always confident of victory, always holding his own trump card.

"Don't cry." Ling Yun hugged his beautiful master with his intact right arm, "Ying'er, aren't they all dead?"

Tai Shuying said nothing, just sobbed.

Ling Yun had never seen his master so sad before, and he couldn't help but laugh: "You should know my own physical condition. Let alone a mere holy weapon, even if five of them had one, they wouldn't be able to kill me. Do you know the value of the leak-free true body?"

"Yun'er..." Tai Shuying stopped sobbing and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were filled with hatred. "From the Heart Realm, I remember this. When the Starry Sky Road ends, I will lead the army and flatten their realm!"

"Count me in." Luo Xinyue was filled with murderous intent.

"Hmph, these bastards deserved to die long ago!" Tao Ying'er unexpectedly cursed.

Ji Zihui didn't say much, but the soul-summoning flag in her hand continued to emit fluctuations of dead souls.

The Soul Summoning Banner's insidious nature lies in its ability to feed on its enemies, constantly devouring the souls of powerful cultivators, thereby swelling the banner's corps. The souls of powerful Emperor-level cultivators serve as captains, making the use of the Soul Summoning Banner even more effective and effortless. The only potential headache is taming the Emperor-level souls, who, after all, have practically transcended the cycle of life and death. While they can be restrained by the Soul Summoning Banner, they resist discipline and may even stir up trouble within, weakening the artifact's power.

Fortunately, Ling Yun had a solution. Using both his Divine Craftsmanship and his Immortal Medicine, he managed to keep these dead souls in line. He even used his rest breaks to deal with the dead souls from the previous battle.

Because the fighting was so brutal, most of the time, in order to prevent the opponent from counterattacking at the moment of death or faking death to launch a sneak attack, the monks would often act very ruthlessly and not give the opponent a chance to fight back. After a melee of five teams, the number of souls that could enter the soul-calling banner would not exceed two.

Even so, after more than 10 consecutive fierce battles, Ji Zihui's soul-summoning banner became an existence second only to the holy weapon. Even if Ling Yun's ghost-slaying sword was inferior to it, it provided a guarantee for Ji Zihui, allowing her to continue fighting side by side with Ling Yun.

"It's okay. Why are you all acting like you've lost your minds?" Ling Yun said with a smile, "Won't you be back to normal soon?"

The sand in the hourglass continued to fall, and the injury on Lingyun's shoulder healed rapidly, returning to normal after ten breaths.

Tai Shuying caressed Ling Yun's disappeared wound with heartache, hugged the man's waist tightly, and refused to leave him even a step no matter what.

Ling Yun secretly laughed. Tai Shuying was such an independent and strong woman, but she could actually act so dependent on others. Perhaps it was because of her new identity in the previous assessment and the madness they went through in the city that made her change now?

He actually enjoyed this kind of atmosphere and was happy with it. He whispered softly with Tai Shuying, and time was passing faster.

time up!

Tai Shuying released Ling Yun at the right time, and the five of them quickly entered combat status, holding their weapons tightly and preparing for the battle.

One second, two seconds...