On the ground, a blood-red pattern emerges, which looks like thousands of blood streams, covering a circle of hundreds of miles, reflecting the sky into the blood of the blood-red tribe, Qitian tribe, and Fengtian tribe. All of them emerged from the blood creek, and the three tribes together added nearly twenty blood saints.

Among them, the leaders of the three tribes are all first-rate powerhouses. Compared with Zhu Qingyi, their strength is also not to be outdone.

In the face of such a powerful lineup, Canglan Wusheng's face also changed slightly. He did not choose to hit it hard, but immediately retreated and rushed into the Xianji Mountain with the White Twelve Saints.

"This Saint has long wanted to accept a nine-day Xuannv as a concubine, Canglan Wusheng is just a good choice, haha."

The leader of the demon tribe, named Fengfengxuesheng, has a body that is as high as three feet high, with a body as thick as a grinding disc, laughs loudly, grabs a silvery sword, chases it up, and cuts it forward. The Canglan Wusheng and Baiyu Twelve Saints prevented them from leaving.

Sword-like air is thousands of meters long, sweeping down. Every aftermath of the sword energy drops, it will leave a large pit with a diameter of ten feet on the ground.

The Canglan Wusheng snorted, and the moving Jiaoshu twisted back. Then, the holy sword on his back flew out of the sheath, turned into a white rainbow, and collided with the battle sword played by the destroyer of blood and blood.

"Boom."

The white mist violently vibrated, and countless sword gases were surging, making a gurgling sound.

In the end, the blood sacrifice did not stop the sword tactics played by Cang Lan Wu Sheng. The sword qi fell on his body like raindrops and collided with the armor.

"It is worthy of being a goddess of nine days, and she is really strong."

Fengfeng Xuesheng flew backwards, and his armor was punched out of the pits, his body fluttered with blood, if not his defense was strong enough, I'm afraid he was injured just now.

You know, the Saint of Extinction and Blood is a "Tongtian blood general."

Among the undead blood, only those who are the most powerful among the heavenly saints are eligible for the title of "the heavenly blood general", known as the most powerful being under the true saint.

There are only three or five clans of blood in each tribe, each of them is a prestigious big man. He can even use his cards to play against the true saint.

"Repel the Blood and Blood Saint with one sword. Her strength is really a bit to be reckoned with."

Zhu Qingyi's eyes became even colder, turning into a black mist of evil, chasing into Xianji Mountain. With a monstrous murder on her body, it is impossible to let Cang Lan Wu Sheng and Bai Yu Twelve Saints leave.

At the same time, the other three leaders and the blood sages of the four tribes turned into dozens of streamers, sounded a sound boom, and chased them from different directions.

A moment later, deafening fighting sounds broke out in Xianji Mountain, and all the birds and beasts were fleeing, some of them escaped from the mountain, and some escaped to the depths of Xianji Mountain.

Zhang Ruochen, Huang Yanchen, and Qing Mo came out of the white mist and looked at the direction of the sound of fighting.

Their eyes were all a little stagnant. There are a large number of sacred powers appearing in Xianji Mountain in the court and the undead, which is definitely not a good thing.

"They have the same purpose as ours, but they are also looking for ancient pine nuts." Huang Yanchen's glorious look revealed anxiety.

The master of Dan Dao said by the wine lunatic is Gu Songzi.

Qing Mo said: "How did I hear them say that the ancient pine nut has been transformed into the sacred Dan? The sacred Dan is the legendary sacred Dan, just like the source of the Holy Spirit. Great opportunity to practice sanctification. "

Zhang Ruochen naturally understands the value of Shengdan. It is said that in the Middle Ages, there was a Dan Taoist sect that was able to refine this elixir, and created a glorious era. Just a sect is the birth of thousands. Saint.

However, prosperity is bound to decline.

Because the value of transforming Sheng Dan was so great that countless people were jealous. The Dan Daozong door suffered a calamity and was destroyed by a mysterious force.

With the collapse of the Dan Daozong gate, Dan Fang, who transformed Sheng Dan, disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I don't know where they got the news from. However, Dan Fang, who transformed Shengdan, was born again, and the forces on all sides will surely be swayed by the wind. I must find the old pine nut senior before them."

Qing Mo was a little worried and said, "But a large number of sacred powers of the undead blood race have entered Xianji Mountain. Should we encounter them, wouldn't we be dead?"

"The undead blood tribe wants to kill me. Why don't I want to kill them? After a while, the blood amulets that the historian helped me to make should have been all made."

In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, a murderous intention emerged.

Before entering the sea of ​​yin and yang, Zhang Ruochen sent 10 million drops of Shen blood to the historians, and asked them to help make the town blood amulet.

If this batch of blood-staining amulets were all made, Zhang Ruochen would fight against the undead blood tribe, and God could kill God and Buddha could kill Buddha. Even the strongest wishing Qingyi can suppress her.

"Dust, please go to the Pluto Sword Mound and get me those batch of town amulets." Zhang Ruochen said.

Huang Yanchen also knew the current situation and thought for a moment, and said, "I go to Pluto Sword Mound alone, and Qing Mo will stay to protect you. With your current physical condition, if you are in danger, don't hold on."

"Rest assured, I am not an irrational person." Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly.

Huang Yanchen turned around and was about to leave.

"Dust."

Zhang Ruochen stopped her, then walked over, stretched out a palm to touch her white cheek, and kissed gently, her lips were touching.

A redness appeared on Huang Yanchen's face, but he was a little nervous, his breathing stopped, and his long eyelashes trembled. The eyes of the two had been staring at each other with deep affection.

After a moment, the lips are divided.

"You should also be careful. Today's Kunlun world is already full of wars and it is not safe anywhere." Zhang Ruochen urged.

After Huang Yanchen left, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo also entered Xianji Mountain.

Xianji Mountain is not just a mountain, but mountains, undulating, occupying a fairly wide area. Even the holy spirits can hardly reach the depths of Xianji Mountain.

The sound of fighting in the mountains scattered in several directions. Obviously, the fighting between the four tribes of the undead blood tribe and the white feather twelve saints led by the Canglan Wusheng has been divided into several battlefields.

Perhaps one side is breaking out.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to be involved in their battle. He was dressed in white and was like a weak scholar, but he hurried away.

Qing Mo followed Zhang Ruochen without the presence of a sacred power, and was no different from a little girl.

Hearing the sound of fighting, Qing Mo looked rather anxious, his eyes kept turning, his lips moved and moved, and eventually he couldn't help saying, "Son, Canglan Wusheng and Baiyu Twelve Saints are definitely not opponents of the undead blood race. Don't we help them out? "

"I don't have any friendship with them, why should I take such a big risk to help them?" Zhang Ruochen didn't look back, just asked a question.

Although Canglan Wusheng and Baiyu Twelve Saints are the guards around Chi Yao, Zhang Ruochen did not transfer the hatred to Chi Yao to them.

Just as he did not hate the holy book sage of one of the nine heavenly goddesses, he regarded her as a confidante.

He didn't want to take a shot just because he was already seriously injured now, but it was difficult for Mud Bodhisattva to cross the river itself, and he couldn't bother and cause unnecessary trouble.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Now, it is the most important thing to find the ancient pine nuts as soon as possible and restore the three veins."

Qing Mo wanted to persuade Zhang Ruochen and continued: "But the human saint's goddess who falls into the hands of the undead blood will definitely be humiliated. Especially the Canglan Wusheng, one of the nine heavenly goddesses, if she is also captured, It will definitely affect the morale of the entire Terran army. In the event that the border is breached, the undead blood tribe will capture Hongchuan Prefecture, how many humans will die, and how many humans will be reduced to blood food by the undead blood tribe? "

"My son, you have always been a man with a heart in the world, and not as indifferent as it is on the surface. Do you have the heart to watch the undead blood humiliate humankind?"

Zhang Ruochen stopped and turned around, staring at Qing Mo's eyes.

Qing Mo quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhang Ruochen.

"Who taught you that? Smoke?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't believe that the little girl with the wisdom of Qing Mo was able to make such remarks. Not only did she analyze her words, but she also gave him a high hat of "hearts and people in the world".

Qing Mo was silent.

"Boom."

In front of it, the powerful Holy Path swept through the whole mountain, and a black sickle flew over the tops of Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo, and then a woman's scream came.

Drops of holy blood spilled from the sky.

With a bang, a female saint wearing a white battle armor fell into a forest not far from Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo, and that forest was falling down into a wasteland.

The female saint was so badly wounded that he covered his lower abdomen with both hands. There was a long blood hole there. I wonder if he was injured by any sharp weapon?

Black evil spirits continued to emerge from the wound, covering her tender body, her face turned pale and her expression was very painful.

"Wow--"

Another female saint wearing white armor, fanning a pair of wings, holding a holy sword, flew down from the air, and quickly lifted up the female saint, saying, "Yuan Zhen, I will take you away."

"Want to leave?"

A cold laugh sounded ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Immediately, a **** saint with a flesh across his face, holding a sickle stained with holy blood, fanning a pair of blood wings, burst out of the white mist and stopped The way for the two saints.

Another bald-headed blood saint also rushed out, full of possessiveness in his eyes, and some * smiled: "It is said that you are called the Seventy-two Palace Saint, who lives in the Ziwei Palace, but is the female officer closest to the Queen. It ’s all high, even the county kings and domain kings in the court will be polite to see you three points. If you catch one, you will become a female. Slave, I wonder how those monks who see you as fairies will feel? Ugh. "

Immediately afterwards, three blood saints came over.

A total of five blood saints surrounded the two female saints, all laughing, and they seemed to have pronounced their end.

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