The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

In the distance, Zhou Zuoxun and others who were controlling the formation changed their expressions.

Then the eight people successively sprayed out their blood essence to merge into the formation to enhance the power of the formation!

But just after they sprayed out their blood essence, a ghostly figure appeared on their left.

Zhou Zuoxun stared at the mountain, and two of the eight people looked at Zhang Tieling who appeared on the left: "Zhang Tieling, you are a warrior, can your brute force break our formation! Ridiculous!"

Zhang Tieling sneered, raised his eyebrows slightly, and signaled them to look to the right.

On their right, Zhang Qiulin, who was covered with patched wounds, stood hunched over and stepped on the sword.

"Who is this? Master of Refining Zhang Qiulin?" Someone on the right was in doubt.

Zhang Qiulin felt bitter in his heart, and then this bitterness turned into a monstrous hatred and killing intention.

It was impossible for him to kill the blood witch for revenge. The humiliation and resentment accumulated in these days could only be vented elsewhere. With a hoarse voice, Zhang Qiulin said coldly: "When I was playing the formation, your hair had not fallen off yet!"

After speaking, he waved his big hand covered with sutured wounds, and hundreds of formation flags flashed in the air!

In the defense formation, someone shouted: "Brother Zhou, quickly reinforce the defense formation!"

Zhou Zuoxun roared with blood in the corner of his eyes: "Don't make noise!"

In front of him, the blood-colored flames were about to completely cover the thousand-meter mountain, and at this moment the mountain was still tens of meters away from the ground!

As long as this prison seal can touch the ground, it will merge with the power of the earth to produce a terrifying killing force!

And this prison seal itself carries a million kilograms of power. He never thought that someone would dare to resist the prison seal!

"Blood Witch, you are looking for death!" Zhou Zuoxun slapped his chest and spit out a large mouthful of blood. This time, the flames covering the thousand-meter mountain were directly extinguished by a quarter!

"Hahahaha, you are dead, Blood Witch!"

"Who do you say is dead?" A calm and indifferent voice sounded, and Wang Que, wearing a white robe, tied his hair and wearing a crown, stepped on the flowing clouds and mist and appeared dozens of meters in front of Zhou Zuoxun.

Zhou Zuoxun looked at the person who suddenly appeared, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was shocked: "Another late Yuandan! How come this Blood Witch has so many helpers!"

When he saw the embroidery on Wang Que's chest, Zhou Zuoxun's face became even darker: "Another elder of Liangshan Qizong who I have never seen!"

That's right, the Taoist robe Wang Que is wearing now is not worn by Zhang Qiulin, and this Taoist robe is the elder robe of Liangshan Qizong in Jinshui City.

In mid-air, Wang Que stood with his hands behind his back, with blood-colored stars shining between his eyebrows.

With an indifferent face, he raised his right hand and touched his forehead. As he pointed his sword to the sky, a 100-meter blood-red lightsaber appeared!

The moment the blood-red lightsaber appeared, the wind and clouds surged, sand and rocks flew, and the might was earth-shattering, even more terrifying than the breath of the blood witch!

Zhou Zuoxun was shocked. At this moment, there was Zhang Qiulin on the right who was urging hundreds of formation flags to kill, and on the left was Zhang Tieling, a three-meter giant holding a knife, and in front was the elder of Liangshan Qizong who had a 100-meter blood sword... These three joined forces...

"Everyone, life and death are at this moment!"

"Kill!"

"Fight!"

"Purple Jade Shield!"

In the eight-person formation, the eight people each revealed their trump cards!

At this moment, there is no need to play the biggest trump card... Maybe there will be no chance to use it in the future!

In front, Wang Que's heart was beating like a drum. His breath was all simulated by the Xuanyin Pearl. His real strength is still the second level of Qi Refining.

The mysterious and powerful flowing clouds and mists under his feet are actually the characteristics of the Flowing Clouds and Mists Sword.

His face was calm and indifferent... that was a pretending master...

Watching Zhang Qiulin and Zhang Tieling attack at the same time, Wang Que gritted his teeth and pointed his sword downwards.

As his sleeves fluttered, the blood-colored lightsaber slashed at the defensive formation condensed by Zhou Zuoxun and eight others.

In just a moment, the defensive formation did not move at all, and the blood-colored lightsaber turned into mist and dissipated...

It was purely a simulation of the breath, and there was no real power at all...

Zhou Zuoxun and others were stunned: "Illusion?"

The next moment, the right side exploded, and at the same time, a terrifying force came from the left side!

Dozens of meters away, Wang Que "retreat at a very fast speed", but his speed was like a turtle in the eyes of everyone...

The second level of Qi Refining mistakenly entered the battle of the late Yuandan period, and this aftermath might have directly blasted him to pieces.

Secondly, he had just learned how to fly a sword, so it was good enough if he could fly steadily without falling...

In the distance, a thousand-meter-high mountain was less than ten meters from the ground!

Mo Lingqing's figure had been completely suppressed and could not be seen.

Five meters!

Three meters!

One meter!

"Boom!"

The thousand-meter-high mountain fell heavily to the ground, shaking the earth, and the surrounding earth waves rolled like a dragon. The surrounding active volcanoes instantly spewed out thousands of feet of magma. This attack was extremely terrifying!

Zhou Zuoxun had no time to be proud. Now they could only resist the joint efforts of the two Zhangs!

"Village leader!" Wang Que widened his eyes,He put away the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword and swooped down. The speed of his fall was several times faster than his flying sword!

As he fell, Wang Que prayed that Mo Lingqing would not die.

In this dangerous cave world, if Mo Lingqing died, he would be in trouble.

Suddenly, a blood-red sword light rushed out from the top of the thousand-meter mountain.

Then a circular air wave burst out from the middle of the thousand-meter mountain.

Wherever the air wave passed, the surrounding volcanoes were cut off.

"Fuck!" Wang Que's eyes widened as he looked at the shock wave that was coming at a high speed. At this moment, there was only one picture in his mind... that he was cut in half...

"Swoosh!" The blood-red light flashed in an instant, and the surrounding scenes were connected into lines and changed rapidly.

The stunned Wang Que raised his head and saw the straight peaks, the looming snow-white chin and... two small nostrils.

In midair, a skull came at lightning speed. After a few seconds, Wang Que felt his body lighten and was thrown into the skull.

He blinked and hurriedly climbed up from the left eye of the skull and looked forward: "Village leader, be careful, those old guys are very fierce!"

Not surprisingly, Mo Lingqing ignored him.

The blood robe swept through the sky, and in the rain of magma and fire, the blood whip sword stabbed at the defensive formation of Zhou Zuoxun and others below!

As the whip sword spread, it extended in sections and turned into a long thorn whip again.

The long whip was like a snake, rolling up the rain of fire around it and condensing the flame sword to stab the defensive formation!

This time, a violent explosion broke out, and the magma splashed everywhere.

After a few breaths, a terrified roar sounded, and then the wailing continued!

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Lingqing stood in the air holding the Hundred Souls Banner, and eight souls struggled frantically and were sucked in.

The skull flew over, devouring the blood of the eight people, leaving only a jade-colored skeleton.

The black flames of the skull that had swallowed the blood of the eight Yuandan realms rose sharply, and the black flames rose from the previous faint black mist to several meters high.

Not only that, the cracks and small holes on the skull were also constantly repairing, which was automatically healing!

Not far away, Zhang Tieling, who had returned to normal human size, kept coughing while holding a big knife. He looked down at the palm of his hand covering his mouth, which was a piece of dirty blood.

On the other side, Zhang Qiulin flew slowly with a hunched body. He was also seriously injured.

On the Hundred Souls Banner, the hideous ghost faces of the eight people kept emerging and struggling, and they seemed to want to escape.

Mo Lingqing took a look, and a spiritual light from his brow shot towards the soul banner. As the spiritual light poured in, the hideous ghost faces on the soul banner unwillingly disappeared.

After properly putting away the soul flag, he swept Zhou Zuoxun's eight skeletons with his sleeves, checked the four spirit swords and put them back into the storage ring, and the bloody thorn whip also disappeared.

After doing all this, Mo Lingqing moved his feet and stepped back to the skull.

Under the evil ghost mask, Mo Lingqing's eyes were extremely cold: "You dare to go to the second level of Qi Refining, are you looking for death?"