Sun Lingtong is short and looks like a three-year-old child, with short, shiny black hair, big eyes with distinct black and white, chubby cheeks, and tender and smooth skin.

He was trapped in the middle of the courtyard.

In front of him and behind him, there was a black-clothed demon cultivator, one with triangular eyes and the other with a hooked nose.

On the right side of Sun Lingtong, a shadow like a living thing gathered on one side of the courtyard wall.

Wrapped in the shadows, Han Ming was looming.

Her face was pretty, but it was tinged with a layer of blue-gray, and her expression was full of resentment and hatred, making her look particularly hideous.

"The situation is not favorable." Sun Lingtong thought to himself.

He could clearly feel the isolation between himself and his surroundings, as if the clear world of the past was suddenly separated by a layer of rough glass.

With this feeling, Sun Lingtong knew that he had fallen into a formation.

The reason why the formation was not revealed was simply because the other party was holding back.

"There are three enemies and one of us, and they are all in the Foundation Establishment Stage." Sun Lingtong observed the two black-clothed demon cultivators in front and behind, as well as Han Ming in the corner.

His eyes quickly scanned around, and when he saw Han Ming, he paused on her.

"Han Ming has a natural gift for Yin Corpse Qi!"

"Most of her body has been transformed into zombie form. Normal attacks have no effect on her."

Sun Lingtong was calculating in her heart, but on the surface she looked anxious: "Wait, everyone, don't get excited!"

"I am a disciple of Bukong Sect. You should think about the consequences of taking action."

"If I die in your hands, there will be a mark left behind. You must think carefully about Bukongmen's revenge in the future."

The two black-clothed demon cultivators had no expression on their faces. Han Ming gritted his teeth and said, "Are you worried about the revenge of Bukong Sect? You schemed against me before, aren't you afraid of the revenge of the Soul Devouring Sect?"

Sun Lingtong quickly said: "I didn't mean to trick you. This was not my intention."

"Who asked that young man to offer such a high price? It's too good to refuse!"

"The black smoke that knocked you unconscious was not created by me. It was the young man who imprisoned and humiliated you. Go find him!"

"We are not enemies. I am also paid to do this."

"As long as you give me money, I will be your comrade-in-arms."

"Comrade?!" Han Ming raised his voice, his face full of sarcasm and disdain, "Do you think I will fall for the same trick a second time?"

"You want more money?"

"Haha, do you have no eyes and cannot see the current situation clearly?"

"Forget it. Killing you and searching your soul will be the same!"

"move……"

"Wait!" Sun Lingtong shouted, "I know you have set up a formation, but you have to figure it out."

"This is the Fire Persimmon Fairy City!"

"The magic array you set up will inevitably provoke a reaction from the immortal array. How long can it last?"

"I'm trapped in a magic circle and can't leave. I will definitely fight you to the death."

"If this happens, won't that old man Chui Tiao Ke die of laughter?"

"Let's sit down and have a good talk. There's no need to fight to the death."

Sun Lingtong advised kindly.

On normal days, his words might have some effect. But now, after Meng Kui used the "sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight", the luck field has affected everyone present.

Han Ming shouted: "He is stalling for time, take action!"

As she spoke, she formed seals with her hands, opened her mouth, and blew out a puff of dark grey wind.

Hand seals, body seals, and mind seals.

This is one of the main means to assist in casting spells in the world of cultivation.

The two black-clothed demon cultivators also cast the same spell, blowing out two more gusts of dark wind.

The cold wind seemed slow but was actually fast, coming from three directions and was about to surround Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong urged his magic power and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he had reached the left wall of the courtyard.

The dark winds hit nothing and merged into a ball, forming a whirlwind that continued to chase Sun Lingtong.

This is the advantage of having the same teacher.

The three of them all majored in the Soul Devouring Technique, and even though each person's magic power had individual characteristics and was different, their essence was similar. This allowed their spells to blend briefly instead of consuming each other fiercely.

Sun Lingtong tried to jump out of the courtyard wall, but suddenly, a whistling evil spirit appeared in front of her, the ground cracked, and a rolling evil wind rushed out from the cracks.

The cold wind was so strong that it rushed straight into the sky, forming a wall of cold wind that was five or six feet thick and twenty feet high.

There was more than one wall of gloomy wind. After the next breath, the walls of the courtyard were all washed down and replaced by the fierce black and gray gloomy wind.

"Sun Lingtong, where do you want to run to in my Yinfengtong narrow formation?" The hook-nosed demon cultivator laughed triumphantly.

There was no road ahead of Sun Lingtong, and a cold whirlwind was blowing from behind.

He cursed, stretched out the five fingers of his left hand, and also pinched his fingers to form a hand seal.

The next moment, he spread out his left hand, and a ball of lightning formed in the palm of his left hand.

Palm thunder! Boom.

With a loud bang, the lightning defeated the dark wind.

But the triangular-eyed demon cultivator took advantage of the chaos and used his fine needle magic weapon to silently pierce the back of Sun Lingtong's head.

If this stab were to happen, Sun Lingtong would be seriously injured if not killed.

At the critical moment, Sun Lingtong's eyes flashed with intelligence, and he turned around abruptly, his eyes fixed on the fine needle magic weapon.

He had just performed thunder magic with his left hand and could not use it, so he reached into his arms with his right hand and threw out a handkerchief.

The handkerchief flew out and wrapped around the fine needle instrument.

Sun Lingtong giggled, jumped lightly, grabbed the handkerchief with his right hand, and wrapped the fine needle magic weapon around it.

The triangular-eyed demon cultivator's color suddenly changed.

He frantically urged his magic power and consumed his spiritual thoughts, trying to summon the fine needle magic weapon back. But after wrapping the handkerchief around it, the induction between him and the fine needle magic weapon was greatly reduced. When Sun Lingtong grabbed it, the triangular eyed demon cultivator could hardly sense the fine needle.

The demon cultivator was shocked and recognized it: "Bukong Sect, the Treasure-Trapping Technique!"

The fine needle entered the final stage of its frantic struggle in the handkerchief. Sun Lingtong was about to succeed when Han Ming pounced on him.

"Let go!" Han Ming's movements were stiff, but incredibly fast. He spread his fingers wide and grabbed towards Sun Lingtong.

Her fingernails were extremely sharp, black and purple in color, and they drew ten sharp streaks of light in the air. A fishy and sweet smell filled her nose.

Sun Lingtong's hair stood on end. He quickly let go, threw away the needle and handkerchief, and retreated quickly.

The needle and handkerchief fell to the ground.

Han Ming was cruel by nature, and she wanted revenge on Sun Lie. Sun Lingtong had plotted against her before, and she hated this disciple of Bukong Sect so much that she aimed every move at Sun Lingtong's vital points.

Sun Lingtong retreated again and again, not daring to confront him.

Han Ming relied on his natural talent and also practiced the Immortal Zombie Transformation Technique, which could be considered as physical cultivation.

Sun Lingtong practiced the Bukong Sect's technique, had a successful foundation, and focused on the sea of ​​spirit. The foundation of the middle dantian sea of ​​qi and the lower dantian sea of ​​essence could not compare to the upper dantian.

Han Ming kept getting closer, fully exerting the power of his zombie body, ruthlessly and viciously.

Sun Lingtong dodged left and right with great agility. Although his power was far inferior to Han Ming's, he was able to maintain the situation.

The two black-clad demon cultivators from the Soul-Devouring Sect who were watching gradually figured out what was going on.

"Sun Lingtong has a wealth of practical experience!"

"Han Ming has a huge advantage, but he is not proficient in martial arts. He has an advantage but cannot establish a winning position in a short period of time."

“Help her!”

The two communicated through voice communication and reached a consensus.

The hooked nose urged the narrow formation of Yinfeng Barrel to cause the Yinfeng wall to squeeze over.

The thin needle flew out, circled in one direction, and cooperated with Han Ming to pierce Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong was attacked by three people, and was in a dilemma. First, he was stabbed by needles several times, and his protective spell almost collapsed. Then he was scratched by Han Ming's nails, and he swallowed the pill quickly after being poisoned.

Finally, the wall of cold wind pressed in, and Sun Lingtong finally succeeded in casting the spell.

The art of penetrating air.

He took a big step back, and space ripples appeared, wrapping him from back to front.

After he stepped back, he disappeared into thin air.

The next moment, he appeared behind Han Ming and others, standing at the other end of the narrow Yinfeng Bucket formation, finally creating some distance between them.

Sun Lingtong's expression was quite solemn.

Han Ming turned around and sneered: "Sun Lingtong, since we already know that you are from Bukong Sect, how could we not be on guard against the Piercing Sky Technique?"

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Sun Lingtong's childlike face showed a ferocious look for the first time: "Okay, okay, since you are forcing me like this, even if I lose my life, I will drag all of you to be buried with me!"

Han Ming: "Wishful thinking!"

She summoned her magic power, made hand seals with her hands, and spewed out a ghostly green fire.

Sun Lingtong shouted, took out a gourd from his arms, and spurted a stream of cold water from the gourd.

The collision of will-o'-the-wisp and cold water raised a thick fog.

Sun Lingtong's eyes shone with intelligence, and he easily saw through the fog. He abandoned Han Ming and rushed towards the hooked nose.

The man with the hooked nose is the one who presides over the magic circle. Only by killing him can Sun Lingtong have a chance to break the spell and get out of the predicament.

But the three people from the Soul Devouring Sect had already been prepared for this move. The Hooked Nose stepped back and disappeared in the cold wind.

Triangle Eyes and Han Ming immediately caught up and started a fierce fight with Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong swept away his previous fighting style which was mainly based on dodging, and spared no effort in casting spells and throwing out various magical weapons.

For a while, the two sides fought evenly.

"This Sun Lingtong has quite a lot of broken stuff!" The hook-nosed man sighed after controlling the magic circle and destroying a magic dart.

"People from Bukongmen are not clean. Sun Lingtong has accumulated magic weapons in the black market for so many years, and these magic weapons must have been stolen by him." said Triangle Eyes.

Han Ming was displeased: "Kill Sun Lingtong quickly! After the battle, you will have plenty of time to chat!"

The hook-nosed man snorted coldly: "Han Ming, what's your attitude? We saved you."

Triangle Eyes: "It's not us. You are still tied up with chains. This is your enemy. We have helped you to this extent. It is enough."

The hooked noses and triangular eyes all retracted their strength.

As Sun Lingtong fought hard, the two black-clothed demon cultivators began to feel a little fearful.

They would rather let Han Ming take the lead and weaken Sun Lingtong. If they can provoke one or two killer moves and use them on Han Ming, wouldn't the two men in black be safer?

The demon monks are better at fighting alone and prefer fighting alone.

The greatest feature of magic skills is that they can use fellow cultivators as nourishment for cultivation. From this point of view, the brothers of the magic sect have a strong motivation to turn against each other.

After besieging Sun Lingtong together for a while, the three members of the Soul Devouring Sect started fighting among themselves.

The pressure drops suddenly!

Sun Lingtong's feelings were very obvious, which gave him a chance to catch his breath.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he changed his fighting method back to mainly dodging. Occasionally, he would use spells or magic weapons to attack Han Ming or the wall of yin energy.

If you guard for too long, you will lose.

Han Ming spewed out ghost fire, burning Sun Lingtong's whole body cold and turning his black hair into white-gray.

Her nails were extremely sharp and had corpse poison. Sun Lingtong had many wounds all over her body, the flesh was rotting at the wounds, and there was a stench of corpse.

Sun Lingtong was most afraid of Han Ming's Soul Shuttle. She would rather take on other magical weapons than let the Soul Shuttle get close to her.

“Hahaha, hahaha!”

"Sun Lingtong, when you framed me that day, did you ever think about today?"

"I will capture and kill you, extract your soul, and let you experience the soul punishment of our Soul Devouring Sect."

Han Ming's eyes were bloodshot. Revenge made her feel extremely happy and she was immersed in an almost crazy excitement.

Sun Lingtong was forced into a corner.

"Die!" Han Ming screamed, and his magic power was pushed to the limit. The ghost fire became stronger and condensed into a Yin Fire Python, which opened its mouth to swallow Sun Lingtong.

At the critical moment of life and death, Sun Lingtong suddenly let out a sly laugh.

"You want me to die?"

"Haha, it's still early for you three!"

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared.

"It's the air-piercing technique again." Triangle Eyes exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter, he is in my Yinfengtong narrow formation... Not good!" The hook-nosed man's expression suddenly changed drastically.

The mighty cold wind continued to blow, and the wind wall formed collapsed at this moment.

The Hooked Nose had been in charge of the formation, and when the sudden change happened, he immediately suffered a horrible backlash.

He spat out a long mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and fainted.

"What's going on?!" When Triangle Eyes was puzzled, Sun Lingtong had already appeared behind him.

Phew.

The sharp dagger was extremely sharp and easily pierced through Triangle Eyes' lower back.

Then, the dagger burst out with a blue electric current, which severely impacted Triangle Eyes' internal organs.

Triangle Eyes was shaking violently, as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

In just a few blinks of an eye, he rolled his eyes, raised his head and opened his mouth, and a puff of black smoke came out of his throat.

Plop.

He also fell to the ground and fainted.

"You are the only one left." Sun Lingtong changed from his previous embarrassment, his eyes were shining brightly and his fighting spirit was high.

Han Ming was furious: "Without these two burdens, it won't be a big deal!"

As she said that, she rushed towards Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong took a deep breath, holding a dagger in each hand, and continuously infused magic power into it.

The dagger's blade flashed continuously, like a butterfly flapping its wings and flying out.

The sword light was like a butterfly, brilliant and gorgeous, exquisite as a painting, without a trace of magical power, restrained to the extreme.

Sun Lingtong created his own sword technique - Butterfly Wing Sword!

A swarm of butterflies surrounded Han Ming.

Han Ming was wrapped in a dark wind, spewing ghost fire, and used both fists and feet to attack with all her strength, but all of them missed! The butterfly blades were extremely sensitive, some of them lightly scratched her skin, and some passed through her limbs and flew out from behind.

It only takes five breaths at most for the swarm of butterflies to form, attack, and dissipate.

Han Ming stood there, motionless.

Her eyes widened and her face was full of disbelief!

"Is this your true strength?" she said with difficulty.

As soon as she finished speaking, her head fell off, her torso was cut diagonally in half, and the upper part also fell to the ground.

As she fell to the ground, her limbs were severed and scattered on the ground.

Blood gushed out, quickly forming a pool of blood around Han Ming's body.

(End of this chapter)