Ling Xiao said, reaching out and gently patting Chongtian on the shoulder, his eyes full of sincerity and concern, and a hint of urging.

When Chongtian heard this, he lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought. His fingers subconsciously tapped the hilt of the sword, as if weighing the current situation.

After a while, he slowly raised his head, nodded firmly, and said with a serious and concerned look on his face: "You must also get out as soon as possible. Since this person who suddenly appears does not even know the details of you, it may not be a sincere help to our friends. It is better to be more careful and do everything with caution."

After saying that, Chongtian reached out and patted Ling Xiao's arm hard to show his advice.

"Yes!" Ling Xiao nodded heavily, his eyes full of gratitude, and he watched Chongtian's figure gradually fade away. It was not until Chongtian's back disappeared into the smoke and chaos of the battlefield that Ling Xiao quickly turned around and began to secretly prepare for leaving the battlefield.

He bent down slightly and moved extremely cautiously, for fear of attracting the attention of others, so he quietly activated the teleportation holy pattern under his feet. The holy pattern emitted a faint, mysterious blue light and flashing runes, closely connected to the teleportation array somewhere outside Zhaixing City.

As long as it is fully activated, he can move away from this dangerous place in the blink of an eye. However, this teleportation holy pattern was temporarily arranged in a hurry. Not only can it be used once, but it cannot carry multiple people to teleport at the same time. This makes Ling Xiao feel a little regretful, but there is no other way at this moment.

On the other side of the battlefield, Yu Zhengqi had no time to care about Ling Xiao at this moment. He widened his eyes, his eyes full of shock and anger, staring at the mysterious man coming out from the ground.

When Yu Zhengqi saw the face of the visitor clearly, his mouth opened instantly, his face was filled with disbelief, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "The Holy Envoy chased blood!" His voice was filled with shock and doubt, and with a hint of tremolo, it echoed over the battlefield, attracting people around him to look at him sideways.

Yu Zhengqi was completely shocked, his mind was blank, and he could not understand the situation in front of him. He could not understand that Zhuxue was a member of the Holy Temple. He should have been a partner of their same camp. It would be fine if he didn't come to help, but he actually killed them. What is the reason? This question was like a huge rock, weighing heavily on his heart.

Just when he was full of doubt and his thoughts were confused, he heard a "swoosh" sound, and another sword came quickly like a ghost. Zhuxue was holding the famous Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. The Black Sky Sword flashed with cold and cold light in the dark battlefield, and strange demon patterns flowed in the sword body, as if telling its bloody past.

"Damn!" Yu Zhengqi suddenly came to his senses, quickly waved the weapons in his hand, and tried his best to resist. With a loud bang, the two weapons collided together, splashing a spark.

However, even though he tried his best, he could still truly feel the terrifying power contained in this sword. The powerful force made his arms numb, the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood slowly flowed down his arms.

At the same time, there was a terrifying demon coming to his face, like a cold wind that made him shivering, and his back was instantly wet with cold sweat.

"Sect Master, that blood-seeking look very wrong!" Yu Haoran's face was full of fear, and his voice was trembling. He approached Yu Zhengqi tremblingly, curled up slightly, and couldn't help reminding him, "It's like he was controlled by something evil..."

After saying that, his eyes were filled with fear, and he looked at Zhuxue carefully, and his body was still trembling slightly, as if he would be scared to the ground at any time.

"I also saw that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword has a delusional effect? ​​It's so troublesome now." Yu Zhengqi's brows frowned into a dead knot, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out, extremely ugly. His eyes were staring at Zhuxue, who was confronting him, and his mind kept recalling what happened today, and his heart was full of regret and unwillingness.

This damn holy envoy chased blood. If he hadn't snatched the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword rashly, how could Zhengqi Hall suffer such a catastrophe today? His fists were clenched, his knuckles turned white due to force, and the blue veins on his arms burst out. Obviously, his heart was filled with anger and helplessness.

"You go pack your things, you can't stay here anymore. We go to the ancestral land to receive protection. There is a clone of the ancestors there. That is an existence that has surpassed the Baoyuan realm and reached another realm. Even if it is just a clone, no one can break through it. Unfortunately, the clone cannot leave the ancestral land, otherwise it will be fine if it destroys the Demon Tower."

Yu Zhengqi suppressed the anger in his heart, secretly circulated his spiritual power, pulled Yu Haoran to his side, and sent a voice in a voice that almost only the two of them could hear. His face turned ashen, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth, revealing endless unwillingness and resentment.

"I understand!" A hint of panic flashed in Yu Haoran's eyes, but he quickly calmed down. He looked at Ling Xiao coldly, his eyes full of resentment and reluctance, as if he was saying that he would definitely avenge today.

Then, he took out a crystal-clear jade token from his arms, pinched his fingers hard, and with a "click", the jade token instantly broke, a white light flashed, and his figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint wave of spiritual power.

At this time, Yu Zhengqi had already started a battle with Zhuxue. Zhuxue's eyes were scarlet as blood, as if filled with endless hatred and madness, and his whole body had completely lost his mind. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand was wielding the wind, and each sword was filled with the momentum of destroying the world. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a sharp whistling sound.

Yu Zhengqi did not dare to slack off at all. He used all his strength to activate his spiritual power, and a layer of golden light appeared all over his body, like a god of war, and fought fiercely with Zhuxue. For a moment, light flashed on the battlefield and spiritual power overflowed. The figures of the two appeared and disappeared in the light, making people dazzled.

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Ling Xiao stood aside, his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness. He tried to use his spiritual sense to contact the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, trying to find a way to control blood tracing. However, everything was futile. He could feel that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword seemed to be wrapped in a layer of mysterious power, and his spiritual sense could not reach it at all.

This means that Zhuxue is currently in a completely uncontrollable state, and anyone may become the target of his attack, including himself. Thinking of this, Ling Xiao felt a stern, and it is indeed not suitable to stay here for a long time.
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