Chapter 35: Half-Demon Saint Son, Xuanyuan Changqing!
Half a day ago. Within tens of thousands of miles inside the Human-Demon Relic Battlefield.
Zhao Ling'er, who was all alone, easily killed many demonic beasts with the power of lightning. After that, she was targeted by a Candidate Saint Son of the Northern Dipper Holy Land.
Although this Candidate Saint Son revealed goodwill at the beginning, Zhao Ling'er had inherited the legacy of Great Emperor Hunyuan.
Her power of divine consciousness was comparable to the Golden Core Realm, and she could sense a wisp of malice in this Saint Son's heart.
She originally wanted to get rid of his pestering, but unexpectedly, this Candidate Saint Son of the Northern Dipper Holy Land revealed his true nature.
He was a half-demon of the Roc Race. Coupled with his cultivation at the Third Heaven of the Golden Core Realm, his flight speed was even a bit faster than Zhao Ling'er's lightning flight speed.
Out of helplessness, Zhao Ling'er remembered the Transmission Talisman Lin Xuan had handed to her. At the critical moment, she escaped this half-demon Saint Son's fatal strike.
However, when Zhao Ling'er teleported at the end, she also suffered some minor injuries.
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By the side of a lake occupying tens of miles.
The Candidate Saint Son of the Northern Dipper Holy Land, Xuanyuan Changqing, had the black magic robe he originally wore pierced by the iron feathers on his body. After the broad wings on his back unfolded, they were like two dark clouds, blotting out the sky and the sun.
At this time, Xuanyuan Changqing was standing in a pit several zhang deep.
A pair of sharp eagle eyes locked onto a small patch of bloodstains on the ground. The depths of his eyes were full of chilling killing intent.
"The fluctuation just now was the power of spacetime transmission. I did not expect that a disciple of the Nine Heavens Holy Land would actually possess a supreme treasure of this level!"
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Xuanyuan Changqing's eyes.
"I absolutely cannot let her run away. Having seen my true identity, if this fellow runs away, then I am finished!"
Xuanyuan Changqing raised his right hand. That small patch of blood on the ground peeled away from the soil and condensed into a drop of blood the size of a grain of rice.
Immediately, he took out a palm-sized ancient bronze mirror from the storage bag he carried with him.
This mirror was gifted by an Elder of the Roc Race. It was a Seventh Grade tracking magic treasure. As long as one had the enemy's blood or a personal item, one could track the enemy's location within a radius of twenty thousand miles.
Xuanyuan Changqing had also relied on this ancient bronze mirror to kill two core disciples of the Northern Dipper Holy Land who had extremely high potential.
Originally, he still had a third target. However, in the process, he encountered Zhao Ling'er. After knowing she was a disciple of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, Xuanyuan Changqing developed killing intent.
Some time ago, his Heaven-Reaching Great Roc Race's long-premeditated plan for Nine Dragons City was about to succeed, but it was ruined by the people of the Nine Heavens Holy Land. Naturally, this matter could not be let go just like that.
Therefore, their Clan Leader even issued an order. Once any clansman of the Heaven-Reaching Great Roc Race in the East Continent encountered a disciple of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, they were to use all means to eliminate the other party.
Recovering his senses.
Xuanyuan Changqing performed several seal arts with both hands. Demonic energy, like water from a burst dam, poured frantically into the ancient bronze mirror.
"Activate!"
After the last seal art was performed, Xuanyuan Changqing gave a low shout.
As his voice fell, a layer of ripples like water appeared on that ancient bronze mirror.
At the same time, a pulling force emitted, swallowing the blood left behind by Zhao Ling'er into it. It was like ice and snow melting, truly amazing.
Then.
Several patterns lit up on the frame of the ancient mirror. A golden arrow emerged from the water-like mirror surface, indicating a direction for Xuanyuan Changqing.
"Found it. I would like to see where you can flee to this time!"
Whoosh!
At the instant the direction was identified, the pure black iron wings behind Xuanyuan Changqing flapped frantically a few times. He then transformed into a black startling rainbow, speeding towards the southeast with extreme speed.
A quarter of an hour ago.
Six thousand miles away to the southeast.
Inside a forest of withered trees that could be seen everywhere.
The rotting branches and leaves on the ground emitted a pungent smell. In the depths of the withered forest, there were even faint sounds of ghosts and monsters tearing at each other and weeping. The atmosphere was eerie, making one's hair stand on end.
Beneath a withered tree thick enough for two people to wrap their arms around.
Zhao Ling'er, who had changed into a black magic robe, leaned against the withered tree with a slightly pale face. Her right hand hung powerlessly at her side.
Drops of pitch-black fresh blood dripped onto the withered leaves on the ground, emitting sounds like sulfuric acid corrosion.
In the silent withered forest, it reached Zhao Ling'er's ears clearly.
"I did not expect that the Roc Demon's feathers were poisonous!"
Zhao Ling'er felt that extremely aggressive toxin at her right arm. With a thought, the pure lightning within her body instantly enveloped that fist-sized toxin in her right arm.
Crackle!
Violent lightning suddenly leaped up from Zhao Ling'er's right arm and cleared away the Roc Demon's toxin completely, expending quite a bit of the lightning power within her body.
Immediately, the wound on her right arm also began to heal.
Just at this moment.
The Qi Refinement ghost monsters in the withered forest, having heard the commotion, sped towards her from all directions like a tide.
Most were insects in the withered forest, infected by resentment, becoming huge insect monsters one by one.
Zhao Ling'er's mind moved.
A lightning shield three zhang large protected her within it.
These nearly one thousand Qi Refinement ghost monsters all rushed up fearlessly, and were all electrocuted into flying ash.
In just a short time of a dozen breaths, most of the Qi Refinement Realm ghost monsters in this withered forest had all rushed to their deaths.
Zhao Ling'er took out several Spirit Recovery Pills from her storage bag and swallowed them. Only then did her complexion gradually turn for the better.
At the same time.
Zhao Ling'er dared not relax her vigilance.
That Roc Demon pretending to be the Northern Dipper Saint Son was much faster than her in both strength and escape speed. Demons like this who disguised themselves as humans all had some means of hiding from and tracking people.
Thinking of this.
Zhao Ling'er thought to use her identity token to send a distress signal. But when she picked up the token hanging at her waist, she saw that this token had been pierced through by an iron feather; naturally, it was already useless.
Now she could only go look for some other disciples of the Nine Heavens Holy Land or the Northern Dipper Holy Land in the surroundings.
Zhao Ling'er thought.
Just at this moment.
Within the range of Zhao Ling'er's divine consciousness, an afterimage with extremely fast escape speed suddenly intruded.
In an instant, it crossed a distance of a hundred zhang; the speed was astonishing.
"This aura, it is that Roc Demon; how can he be so fast!"
Zhao Ling'er was shocked in her heart. At the same time, with a movement of her feet, she turned into a streak of azure electric light escape speed, speeding away in the opposite direction.
She only had one Transmission Talisman left in her hand, which meant she only had one chance to get rid of this Roc Demon.
Zhao Ling'er had just inherited the Hunyuan One Qi Art, and in addition, the Roc Demon was naturally good at escape speed; the distance between the two closed up quite a bit very quickly.
It had already reached a distance of one thousand meters, and was still closing.
One thousand meters!
Eight hundred meters!
Seven hundred meters!
...
Two hundred meters!
One hundred meters!
"Hmph!"
Seeing the distance was already very close, Xuanyuan Changqing flapped his wings. Countless iron feathers tainted with deadly poison, like handle after handle of sharp throwing knives, turned into two black torrents and impacted towards Zhao Ling'er a hundred meters away.
"Lightning Shield!"
With a thought from Zhao Ling'er, a lightning shield several inches thick protected her within it. Immediately, a burst of crackling electric sounds came over.
At the same time, Zhao Ling'er's escape speed also slowed down.
"Good opportunity!"
Xuanyuan Changqing behind Zhao Ling'er shrank his pupils. His speed increased by several fractions, and he arrived above Zhao Ling'er's head.
And summoned his Natal Magic Treasure, a giant hammer like a small mountain, smashing Zhao Ling'er fiercely onto the ground.
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