The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Mo Lingqing's face darkened, and then he formed a seal with his hands and sacrificed the Golden Spirit Bell to cover himself and Wang Que!

Outside the Qingmu Shield, Liu Hongjin was extremely angry: "My Golden Spirit Bell!"

Wang Que grinned: "Sorry, it's my village chief's Golden Spirit Bell."

"Puff!" Liu Hongjin vomited blood, and then gritted his teeth and sacrificed an attack magic weapon: "You forced me to do this!"

As expected of a second-generation cultivator, he actually has a magic weapon!

As the magic weapon fell, the Qingmu Shield completely collapsed, and the Golden Spirit Bell hummed, and the weakened attack was blocked by it.

"Village chief, the Qingmu Shield can't be activated in a short time!"

Mo Lingqing's voice was calm: "I know."

Four bone shields flew out of the Golden Spirit Bell and exploded directly. The loud noise spread like thunder in all directions, and a mushroom cloud of nearly 100 meters appeared at a rapid speed.

The Yuandan that came to kill were shaken out of the smoke, and the Golden Spirit Bell had already appeared a crack!

At this moment, the three-color spirit sword came through the air and attacked directly at Mo Lingqing's brow!

In the distance, the Sword King's eyes moved slightly, and the tip of the sword shifted as he sighed in his heart. The spirit sword pierced the Golden Spirit Bell, which only resisted for three seconds before it exploded and turned into a small bell and returned to Mo Lingqing's sea of ​​soul.

This Golden Spirit Bell can recover by itself and can be used three times a day, but it can only be used once in a short period of time.

Mo Lingqing sacrificed the last bone shield, which exploded. The talismans collected from the fifty-three Yuandan collapsed layer by layer. These... were all in vain.

"Village Master!" Wang Que was terrified, gritted his teeth and suddenly stood up and took a step. Mo Lingqing's eyes were shocked, and his spiritual power directly repelled Wang Que!

The next moment, the three-color spirit sword pierced through his chest...

In mid-air, a splash of bright red blood splashed onto Wang Que's shocked face. Looking at Mo Lingqing falling backwards, Wang Que clenched his fists and rushed forward again: "Village Master!"

With a roar, the blood vessels on his neck bulged!

Holding Mo Lingqing who was falling backwards, Wang Que didn't wait for him to speak, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the wound on Mo Lingqing's chest!

"Village Master!!!" Wang Que's eyes were filled with bloodshot and he roared again.

Mo Lingqing gritted his teeth and pointed at Wang Que's eyebrows, and Wang Que immediately sensed the skull under his feet.

Then, Mo Lingqing's fingers trembled and pinched the formula, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood again!

"Kill!" Xu Guangzhen showed a cruel smile on his face, and waved his sword to kill first!

"If you dare to move again, I will destroy you!" Wang Que raised his head, and the simulated Yuandan aura burst out, but he only had the power of Yuandan.

Xu Guangzhen's eyes were full of killing intent, and there was no sign of slowing down.

At this time, Mo Lingqing made the last seal, and the blood on her chest connected with the gushing essence to form a blood cocoon that enveloped herself and Wang Que.

The skull was retracted, and then the blood cocoon broke through the air and fled away at an unimaginable extreme speed.

In just a blink of an eye, the blood cocoon had already escaped to the horizon!

"Blood escape secret method, chase!" Xu Guangzhen roared, he absolutely could not miss such an opportunity!

Except for the Sword King, the rest of the Yuandan at this moment all urged the flying magic tools to chase with all their strength.

The Sword King stood with his hands behind his back, and the three-color spirit swords separated and returned to the sheath one by one: "Not a bad girl, if you don't die in this disaster, you can be my apprentice."

In the blood cocoon, Mo Lingqing's mouth was bleeding, and blood was gushing out of her chest.

The sword of the Sword King not only contained the sword intent, but also contained the power of artistic conception!

And if you want to break through from the Tianqiao realm to the Chongxu realm... the most difficult thing is to comprehend a state of mind!

That sword king... is a bit too conservative to say that he is invincible in the same realm. With his strength, it is probably easy to kill people of higher levels.

At this moment, the state of mind of the sword constantly destroys the meridians in Mo Lingqing's body, which not only makes it difficult for her to mobilize spiritual power, but also makes it difficult to heal the wound!

"Village leader, I, what should I do now!!!" Wang Que's voice was anxious. He had no way out and no clue.

Mo Lingqing couldn't speak, and could only save herself at this moment.

Forced to mobilize spiritual power, a mouthful of blood spurted out again, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he tried his best to condense the wounds on his chest and back!

The body can be in chaos, but if the wound cannot heal, there is only one way to die!

After a few breaths, Mo Lingqing let the last bit of the wound scab over, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood again and fainted.

"Village leader!!!" Wang Que reached out to feel Mo Lingqing's breath, fortunately, she was not dead yet!

Holding Mo Lingqing, whose blood-soaked robe was soaked in blood, Wang Que looked around. He could see the outside world from inside the blood cocoon, but he was not strong enough, and the outside world was all connected into lines because it passed too quickly.

A quarter of an hour later, the blood cocoon dissipated, and Wang Que, who was holding the blood witch, also fell down.

He summoned the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword in fear. Although he was a beginner in flying, he was able to keep his body stable after so many days. His flying speed plus one person... the speed was much faster than before."No!" Wang Que was shocked, and the skull in Mo Lingqing's storage ring flew out.

He flew into the skull holding Mo Lingqing, and sensed the control of the skull and let it fly forward with all its strength!

With a thought, the skull flew away at a very fast speed.

This skull does not need to actively provide spiritual power, as long as it is fed with spiritual stones or things containing spiritual power, it can be driven to fly! [ps: It has been emphasized in the previous article. The total number of words is not counted. ]

Wang Que walked forward in a daze, and his mind was mixed at this moment: "I am only at the fourth level of Qi Refining. Any monster here can kill me in seconds. This sixth level... I can't stay!"

He looked forward with a shock, but he didn't know where the exit to the fifth level was.

Looking down at the unconscious Blood Witch in his arms, Wang Que whispered, "Village Master, you said I have great luck. Now is the time to test whether I really have great luck."

"I don't know where the exit is. Now I'll just say a direction. It depends on fate whether it's life or death... Let's see!"

After saying that, Wang Que looked to the left, and then the skull went straight to the left.

"Skull, faster, faster, I'll give you all my fire spirit fruits!" Wang Que roared, and took out nearly a hundred fire spirit fruits from the storage ring and threw them into a black hole inside the skull.

As the fire spirit fruits poured in, the skull's speed increased, but it was not lacking in spiritual power now, but its maximum speed was only this fast.

"God bless, bless those old immortals not to catch up with me." Wang Que held the Blood Witch and muttered, looking back.

"Where are the people!" Xu Guangzhen stopped and the power of his soul scattered.

Nan Zhongtai looked cold: "How can we lose him? Let's split up and look for him! He is only in the late stage of Yuan Dan, how can he be as fast as so many of us!"

"Chase!"

Everyone flew out in all directions at high speed.

One day later, Mo Lingqing was lying in the skull with a painful look on his face and still unconscious, while Wang Que, wearing a blood-stained moon-white Taoist robe, sat cross-legged on top of the skull.

Two figures appeared in front.

Wang Que's face was grim, and the terrifying aura of the late Yuandan period burst out from his body: "I don't want to kill anyone today, fellow Daoist, don't mess with me!"

The two figures looked at this side, and one of them said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, is the blood devil in your flying magic weapon?"

Wang Que snorted coldly: "I killed her, do you want to steal her!"

After the voice fell, a blood-colored star appeared between his eyebrows, and a strong blood light shone: "If you are not afraid of death, come up and try!"

The two looked at each other, and their fingers under their sleeves moved slightly and narrowed their eyes...