The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"Blood Witch, we are all here today, why don't you come out and die!"

Thousands of people were staring at the entrance of the cave. Given the Blood Witch's reputation, although they knew she was seriously injured, no one dared to attack first.

In the cave, a cold voice shook, rocks rolled down, and thousands of birds flew: "Think carefully before you surround and kill me."

"Hahahahahaha........."

The leader, the late Yuandan, laughed loudly, and the laughter gradually died down: "Blood Witch, you are still so arrogant when you are about to die! Today, thousands of fellow Taoists are here, what qualifications do you have to continue to be arrogant!"

In the far distance, Shen Ruyan stepped on the spirit sword, with a sneer of sarcasm under her veil: "What strength does she have? She is still so arrogant at this time. She deserves it. Death."

In the distance, Nangong Ya came with angry eyes: "Shen Ruyan, it was you who spread the news before, otherwise why do so many people in the cave world know that the blood devil girl was seriously injured and was carried by a male cultivator to escape!"

Shen Ruyan glanced at Nangong Ya, retracted her gaze and said sarcastically: "If you think so, you won't believe me even if I explain it again."

"Brother Yu Sheng, I'm not that bad, don't be fooled by some people with bad intentions."

While they were arguing here, the mountain was ready to go.

Thousands of spiritual lights shot out, and the mountain in the distance collapsed.

As the mountain collapsed, the cold voice of the blood devil came from all directions: "In this case, then stay here........."

Thousands of cultivators followed the sound and looked around with great vigilance, and the dozens of Yuandan realm leaders were not panicked at all.

The old man in the middle stage of the first Yuandan sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost, let's see me ask the sky plate!"

The golden plate rose into the air, and the golden light shone in all directions!

Four blood-colored spiritual swords flew out from the ruins of the mountain and hovered in the sky. On these four blood-colored swords, Mo Lingqing, Wang Que, Chandan Yunyue and Chandan Hongliang stood on them.

"Hurry up and reincarnate, I will help you!" He made a seal with one hand, and the mountain below shook. Dozens of thorny blood whips rose into the sky like poisonous pythons!

Three blood-colored spiritual swords flew out, and the skull sucked Wang Que and the other two into it.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, Mo Lingqing's hair fluttered and instantly passed over the late Yuandan who was shouting before.

A cold voice said faintly: "You, too weak."

Before the voice fell, the man's head with wide eyes rolled down.

The blood-colored thorns went up from the bottom, instantly pierced through the man's chest and hung him in the air, and the Yuandan essence was madly swallowed by the thorny long whip.

After swallowing the essence and blood, the thorn whips became even more violent. Nearly a hundred thorny blood whips rushed out of the ground and tumbled up!

"Kill her!" The roar shook the sky.

The blood robe swept through the crowd at a high speed like a butterfly flying through flowers. Among them, there were only dozens of Yuandan and more than a dozen Yuandan late stages.

However, Mo Lingqing's strength far exceeded that of the Yuandan late stage. Except for the outstanding Yuandan late stage like Xu Guangzhen who could fight with her for a long time... these ordinary Yuandan late stages could not withstand three moves!

In less than half a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen late stages fell one after another, and the remaining dozens of Yuandan late stages turned around and ran away with horror!

But at this moment, there were nearly a thousand blood-colored thorns breaking out of the ground. In the air, almost every bone thorn blood whip was hanging on a person!

And the more blood there was, the more serious the differentiation of the thorny blood whip was. In this half a quarter of an hour, the situation was out of control!

It was not Mo Lingqing who lost control, but the group of people who surrounded and killed her!

The wailing of terror overlapped all the time, limbs flew, and blood and flesh splashed.

In the distance, Zhao Yusheng on the green gourd was shocked and slowly retreated a hundred meters.

Shen Ruyan widened her beautiful eyes, with an incredible look on her face.

Nangong Ya had been covered by Nangong Wugui's eyes and led back.

In the air where the blood rain was thrown, Mo Lingqing's blood-clothed ghost face was hideous and terrifying. Suddenly, the momentum of the charge stopped and stood in the air.

With both hands forming seals, the runes in front of him rotated and wrapped around the blood sword in front of him.

The blood sword hummed and vibrated. In one breath, the blood sword soared by more than ten meters. In one breath, the blood sword soared by dozens of meters again.

After a few breaths, the blood sword had soared to more than three hundred meters!

Mo Lingqing raised his right hand, and the dense runes rotated rapidly around his wrist. The jade hand held the hilt of the sword, and the blood light on the sword body shook and covered the bloody setting sun!

Behind, the skull suddenly fell down, Mo Lingqing shouted with his right hand, and the 100-meter blood sword with afterimages instantly slashed in all directions!

In the distance, the setting sun was like blood and was about to disappear. Under the bloody sunset, Mo Lingqing's bloody robe fluttered, and his sleeves fluttered in the air.

The 100-meter blood sword dissipated, and nearly a thousand figures were broken into two halves and fell down like dumplings.

The blood-colored thorns danced wildly, and pierced through the corpses of thousands of people again!

The seal was injected into the blood sword that had returned to its normal size, and the blood sword flew and pierced through the foundation-building spiritual platform practitioners one by one.

Mo Lingqing flicked his sleeves, and a two-meter soul flag appeared in his hand.

Holding the soul flag,Fifty-five hideous evil ghosts roared and surged out, among which, there were fifty-three Yuandan and two Lingtai.

"Kill, leave no one alive."

Mo Lingqing's murderous voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld.

The evil ghosts roared, shuttled through the battlefield and harvested souls crazily. These souls were all terrified and wailed as they were sucked into the soul flag!

The setting sun completely fell, and in the faint night, this place was like a prison...

In the far distance, under the gauze, Shen Ruyan's face was pale and bloodless.

The spirit sword under her feet flashed, and suddenly disappeared in an instant.

"Ah!" Shen Ruyan screamed in fear, and then encouraged her spiritual power to condense the spirit sword again and flew up.

No longer looking at the horrible scene in the distance, she turned around and flew away on the sword!

In the center of the battlefield, Mo Lingqing held the soul flag and looked at the sky where "human rain" was falling. Under her feet, more than 3,000 thorns were full of corpses!

Her phoenix eyes moved slightly, and she saw Shen Ruyan running away.

The soul flag was thrown towards the skull, and Wang Que quickly reached out to catch it at the left eye of the skull!

As soon as he grasped the soul flag, a ghost head suddenly appeared at the handle of the flag and bit Wang Que's hand!

"Fuck!"

"Hmm!" A cold hmm sound came, and the ghost head screamed and covered his head and disappeared into the handle of the flag.

Shen Ruyan had already escaped, but she flew a hundred meters and turned back: "Brother Yu Sheng, you will protect me, right!"

Yes, she thought her brother Yu Sheng could protect her!

After all, her brother Yu Sheng is also a Tianjiao Yuandan, and is also in the late Yuandan stage!

In the far distance, Mo Lingqing stood with his hands behind his back, and countless blood-colored thorns under his feet sent him to the green gourd like waves. This scene made Zhao Yusheng and others' pupils shrink, and the green gourd involuntarily retreated dozens of meters again.

Looking at the blood witch who seemed like a queen, Zhao Yusheng moved his throat and seemed to swallow saliva.

"Blood, Fellow Daoist Xue."

Mo Lingqing tilted her head slightly and looked over expressionlessly: "You, helped my husband once. Today, I will not kill you. Get out of the way."

Zhao Yusheng stood with his hands behind his back, but the fingers of the hand behind him were shaking slightly. Hand shaking is almost impossible for a sword cultivator!

"Fellow Daoist Xue, although Shen Ruyan is extremely excessive, she is my master's direct disciple. As the eldest senior brother, I can't watch you kill her in front of me!"

"Get out of the way." Mo Lingqing's eyes did not change: "I will only give you three breaths."

"One."

Zhao Yusheng's expression was firm, and he did not retreat at all!

"Two."

Zhao Yusheng's face darkened, and his hand was on the hilt of the sword.........