Ying Tianling walked out of the woods and saw a fire flashing outside the castle. Ying Tianling quickly flew out of the castle. When he was about to reach the edge of the castle, he saw that all the disciples in the castle gathered in front of the castle gate, and the stone tablet had been bombarded by spiritual power.

In front of the castle, a green woman stood in front of a group of sirens. The sea water was no longer the open space in front of the castle gate.

"Who is Yingtianling here?" asked the blue monster.

Ying Tianling just arrived at the gate of the ancient castle, and the voice of the green monster happened to reach Ying Tianling's ears. Ying Tianling immediately replied, "I!" As he said that, he flew to the front of the disciples, looking at the green monster opposite with cold eyes. He immediately asked, "Who are you?"

"Hahaha, I am the Sea Snake King Qingxue under Lord Sea King." The green monster said with a laugh. "If you want to survive, hand over the Dragon Yuan." After Qingxue said that, a black sickle appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Supply the Dragon Yuan and dream." Everyone was shocked when they heard Ying Tianling say this. The blue blood in front of them was the sixth level of the cultivator. In everyone's eyes, Ying Tianling was just a small character with the fourth level of the cultivator. It was impossible to resist the blue blood.

Qingxue was obviously also angry by Ying Tianling's words, and immediately burst out with powerful energy. Everyone took a breath of air, saying that the sixth level was so powerful.

When everyone was shocked by this powerful fluctuation, Ying Tianling looked calm and burst out with powerful energy.

"The fifth level of the cultivator." The disciples were also shocked by Ying Tianling's rapid advancement. However, they were much weaker than the sixth level of the cultivator.

The two of them collided violently, and huge waves of energy spread out, and both of them flew backwards for more than ten meters.

"It's not bad, I can actually fight against me." Qingxue sneered. Then stronger spiritual power fluctuations spread out, and only a few words were heard floating out of Qingxue's mouth, "Mad Demon Sergeant". Then the spiritual power around Qingxue changed drastically. The spiritual power quickly gathered around Qingxue's body and suddenly drilled into Qingxue's body. Qingxue's eyes instantly turned blood red, like a bloodthirsty demon god.

The Qingxue hands turned into a knife-shaped shape, and the spiritual power turned into an energy sword on the Qingxue's hands, attached to its hands.

Ying Tianling also had his eyes condensed, and the Great Heavenly King Sutra quickly activated, and his arms covered with thunder patterns suddenly blasted towards the blue blood.

The fist collided with the blade and quickly burst out with amazing energy. Everyone took a breath of air. Unexpectedly, Ying Tianling, who was at the fifth level of the cultivator, could resist the blue blood of the sixth level of the cultivator for so long.

When the two of them flew backwards, they spewed out blood. Ying Tianling quickly stood firm. A wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth immediately poured all the spiritual power in his body into the white pill. A stream of pure spiritual power surged out of the white pill and quickly flowed through the meridians. Ying Tianling activated the Nether Spirit Sutra Technique, and a blade appeared out of nowhere. This blade was indeed much solidified than before.

The blade suddenly slashed towards Qingxue. Qingxue blocked the blade with the blade. The collision between the blade and the blade quickly burst out countless sparks. The slender body of Qingxue flew backwards and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

Ying Tianling took a big step forward and came to Qingxue's body. A hard fist hit Qingxue. Just as the fist was about to touch Qingxue's body, a sharp wind led Qinglian's body away from Ying Tianling's fist.

I saw that Qingxue had already arrived at a man with a white face.

"Useless stuff." The man said angrily.

The man stepped forward and came to Ying Tianling's body. Then his palm quickly poked out and the power poured on Ying Tianling's body. Ying Tianling flew backwards and vomited blood in his mouth.

"The seventh level of cultivator." Ying Tianling murmured. As he said that, he suddenly stood up, and all the four sutras in his body were activated. The Heaven-Swallowing Dharma Swallowed the spiritual power between heaven and earth, the Idiot Pills were transformed, and the Baidan was transformed into a more pure spiritual power. The Great Heavenly King Sutra in his body burst out with huge energy, and the red sun in the sky was wrapped in lightning, as if it was about to fall.

I saw dark clouds all over the sky covering the sky, and lightning containing huge energy shuttled through the clouds. Then a tiny thunder and lightning struck the man's head. The man waved his palm-leaf fan, but the lightning turned to Yingtianling.

Ying Tianling watched his lightning strike at him, and could only fly back.

"The Wrath of Thunder God." The four words containing deterrence floated out of Ying Tianling's mouth, and the sky became even deeper, and the lightning surged in the sky, and lightning struck the man one after another. The man fanned his palm, and the lightning turned to Ying Tianling again. At this time, Ying Tianling could only dodge to avoid being injured by his own thunder and lightning.

Ying Tianling gritted his teeth and moved his mind. The six black tiger slashes that were suspended in his dantian flashed in front of him. Ying Tianling held two black tiger slashes in his hand, and the other four were attached to Ying Tianling's fist, making his fist look stronger.

He jumped with his feet and rushed towards the man holding a palm fan. The black tiger in his hand stabbed the man's chest.

The man also felt the sharpness of these two white thorns and frequently dodged.

Ying Tianling plundered violently, and his hands were poked out, and the black tiger in his hand stabbed the man. The man blocked the palm fan forward.

"Hiss!" The palm-leaf fan cracked in response. The Black Tiger Slash instantly cut a hole in the man's chest. The man said angrily: "Boy, how dare you hurt me." After saying that, a stream of domineering spiritual power surged out of the man's body, and a black giant hammer formed on top of his head. In just an instant, the giant hammer suddenly hit Ying Tianling.

Ying Tianling stabbed the black tiger slash in his hand into the center of the giant hammer, and the giant hammer exploded in an instant. The fluctuation of spiritual power pushed the two out a hundred meters away. Ying Tianling immediately activated the Nether Spirit Sutra Technique and slashed the man with a big knife. The man looked at the blade with horror. It was obvious that the attack just now was backfired and now he had no power to fight back.

When the big sword was about to touch the man's head, the blue figure just now suddenly appeared in front of the man, with the blue blood just now. She gathered her hands together and placed it on top of her head to resist Ying Tianling's violent attack. This tiny blade was simply vulnerable to Ying Tianling's blade.

I saw a big knife slashing towards the blue blood. The big knife pierced the cavity. The blue blood slowly fell to the ground, and the blood was spitting out of my mouth.

The man looked at Qingxue's slowly stiff body in a daze. He knew that he would be the next one to fall down.

The man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and vomited it on the palm-leaf fan. The originally broken palm-leaf fan shone brightly in an instant. The palm-leaf fan flew up in the air, and whirlwinds flew out, running directly towards Yingtianling.

The air blade in the whirlwind was extremely sharp. The disciple who was approaching was swept into the whirlwind and was instantly thorned into blood mud. The disciple retreated frequently, and only saw Ying Tianling flying out a blade and dissipating the moment he touched the whirlwind.

Ying Tianling flew into the air and rushed towards the palm fan. The black tiger slashed in his hand and stabbed it straight towards the palm fan, instantly piercing the palm fan. Ying Tianling followed the trend, and the palm fan cracked in half, and the whirlwind turned into nothingness. Ying Tianling quickly rushed towards the man, stabbing the black tiger into the man's chest in the man's terrified gaze. The man looked at the blood hole on his body and fell down unwillingly.

Under the leadership of Qinglian, Feiming and others, the ancient castle disciples have killed very few sirens.
Chapter completed!