Ling Zhi knew that some families, within the sect, would leave behind a little soul and keep it in the soul lamp for people in the family, disciples and elders in the sect.

If the soul lamp goes out, it means that the person who is out has an accident and dies.

The soul left in the soul lamp cannot threaten the warrior himself.

Therefore, this is also a very common thing. There is a setting in the fallen leaf sect.

However, will the Demon Ancestor do this? If he does this, where will his soul lamp fall?

"Want to trick me? I'll kill me?" The prince curled his lips, "Do you really think I'm not your opponent?"

As the prince spoke, he reached out his hand and grabbed a handful of the void in front of him. A long jade stick appeared from the void.

The long stick looks like a big knife, with exquisite carvings and gorgeous appearance, but there is a huge difference between the two.

Even Ling Zhi couldn't help but take a few more glances from the stick.

The long stick should be forged by some kind of material similar to jade. On the stick body, someone carved many patterns according to the material of the long stick itself.

However, these patterns are not only for decoration, but also have many amplification effects, making the long stick integrated into one, making people feel very comfortable to look at.

This long stick is two meters long and moderate in thickness, and exudes the powerful aura of the ancestral weapon throughout. I am afraid that it is not much different from the ancestral weapon of the common level.

Even Ling Zhi is inevitably a little jealous.

He had a blood-crying sword on his body and was rarely interested in other weapons. This long stick fits his eyes. Needless to say, the material is too bad for the Demon Ancestor's parents and children.

"Well, it's not bad, I want it." Looking at the other party, Ling Zhi suddenly laughed, and finally moved his feet and took the initiative to bully the prince.

"You want it?" When the prince heard this, he immediately sneered, "This is something my father has obtained from a holy land. It is something that several communists in the demon clan know. As long as you dare to walk out with this thing, you will be arrested immediately!"

"Is that true?" Ling Zhi bullied himself and approached the prince, and the blood-crying sword flew past his ears and headed straight for the jade-like long stick. He himself raised his punch and swung it directly at the prince himself.

Could it be that the prince had not taken out this long stick before? It seemed that years of tolerance made him subconsciously not dare to take out anything related to the Demon Ancestor?

Ling Zhi asked the prince back, but the bloody light in his eyes became fierce, "Look at my eyes, think about it again, will I be arrested or protected?"

"you……"

The prince pointed at Ling Zhi and was talking about something, but a sarcasm flashed through Ling Zhi's eyes.

He had approached the other party, and his casual words disturbed the other party's emotions. He did not fight him, but had to argue with him, and wanted to point at him and say something. This was simply a flower in the greenhouse and had no experience.

Ling Zhi directly let go of his fist, raised his hand and grabbed the prince's finger that was stretched out to him, and then his arm was down, accompanied by a slap, and the prince's finger was folded 90 degrees by him.

Almost brought bones and flesh, and tore them off.

"If your son doesn't teach you, it's your father's fault. If your father doesn't have the chance to teach you, then I will teach you. Don't point at others randomly. This is impolite." Ling Zhi sneered and gently handed forward in front of the pale-faced prince.

It accurately kicked the prince's abdomen and stomach.

The opponent's first blow made his stomach gush, full of sour water, and his entire back bent.

And the jade-like long stick actually had the presence of a spirit. After leaving the prince, it started a fierce battle with the Blood-Crying Sword.

After all, the Blood-Crying Sword has not been included in the ancestral weapon, but it was suppressed a little during the battle, which was quite difficult for a while.

"Silent as jade, moving as king." Ling Zhi felt even more happy when he looked at the jade stick.

Naturally, he could not replace the Blood-Crying Sword with it, but no one stipulated that a warrior could only have one weapon.

"Forget it, since you can't ask anything, you probably can't search your soul, so you will definitely be alarmed." Ling Zhi glanced at the prince in front of him with contempt, and his aura changed tremendously.

Sneering, this prince is a warrior at the peak of the semi-ancestral realm, and his body is well tempered. With his current state, it is still difficult to kill the other party.

Ling Zhi slowly raised his arm and looked at the posture, which was a sign of using the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist.

Ling Zhi had just handed out this punch, but his head suddenly turned around and looked somewhere behind.

At that moment, a thrill suddenly appeared in his heart, which even made him feel a little frightened, and a feeling of panic in his heart.

It was an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Can't move?" Ling Zhi glanced at the prince in front of him, a little confused. This feeling seemed to have nothing to do with this prince.

But, then, what does this feeling come from?

"Don't worry." Ling Zhi gritted his teeth and without hesitation, he sent the punch out.

Now that things have come to this point, it is better to fight and decide quickly than to delay.

Having formed a bond with this prince, he saved his life with his naive nature, but it was a problem.

Why not continue as planned.

Even under Ling Zhi's suppression, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist still made waves of roar, and hit the prince's body in his horrified eyes.

It's a pity that the parent and child of a generation of Demon Ancestors inherited the only descendant of his Demon Ancestors' Eyes was such a fool.

It is said that a tiger father has no dog and son, and I don’t know if the Demon Ancestor would jump up in anger if he knew that his descendants were like this.

The six reincarnation fists slashed through the void and directly knocked the prince into pieces.

Ling Zhi's arm also shook, and the entire arm had more than five broken places, and almost all of his fists were broken.

"The injury has not recovered, and this body is still too weak." Ling Zhi frowned. "The body has not fully recovered, it is very fragile, and his spiritual power is even thinner and he cannot protect the body at all."

This also made Ling Zhi sure that he could not fight the Ancestor Saint now, otherwise even if he could compete with one or two, he would not be able to do anything to the Ancestor Saint at all.

I am afraid that every blow will hurt the enemy by 1,000 and 800 of them.

And just as this thought emerged, a figure suddenly broke into Ling Zhi's heart. He turned his head again and looked at the distant horizon.
Chapter completed!