"The golden bat python is a seventh-order first-class barbaric beast. It is quite rare. An adult golden bat python can only fight with the heavenly saints just by its erupting power. In addition, the golden bat python's body breeds It ’s very toxic, and the spit of poisonous mist will cause great trouble even if True Saint is caught. "

Zhang Ruochen stepped on the leaves while explaining.

Qing Mo was so frightened that her face was pale, her legs were weak, and she was even afraid to enter the forest.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen stopped, with a flick in his mouth, stared at a certain direction in the forest, and said to himself: "The breath of the undead blood."

"Wow--"

Zhang Ruochen released his mental power, mobilized the heaven and earth aura, and condensed into a translucent spherical cocoon, which wrapped him and Qing Mo.

The semi-transparent spherical cocoons quickly roll in the forest, blending with the surrounding natural environment, leaving in the direction of the undead aura.

Not long after, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo saw a figure of an undead blood on the bank of a stream.

"It's him."

Zhang Ruochen recognized the undead blood tribe, who was quite old, from the Qingtian tribe. Xiu had been trapped in the space to reach the realm of the land. Later, he wished Tsing Yi used the two female saints to exchange him.

Qing Mo was a little curious and said, "Why is he alone, and the blood saints of other undead blood races? Are they all dead?"

"Come up, maybe you can find the traces of the other undead blood sages."

Zhang Ruochen didn't start immediately. After all, the blood saint who was completely in the realm was not the core figure of the undead blood tribe. Even if he was beheaded, it didn't make much sense.

What's more, once the siege fails, it's grass and snakes.

This mountain forest is quite wide, with a towering tree, some of which are full of spirituality and have grown for at least 10,000 years. Even the vines entwined in the trunk are one or two meters thick, like black dragons.

In the forest, there is a dense white mist, which can affect the monks' vision and mental power.

On the ground, Zhang Ruochen found some traces of the ancient formations. The inscriptions of the formations recorded on the stones were very complicated and mysterious.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen's accomplishments in matrix formation are not high, and it is impossible to repair the residual formations here. Otherwise, those residual formations may not be of great use.

The thoroughbred blood saint was very cautious, and from time to time he stopped to look around, making sure that no monks were behind him.

When he came to an ancient tree with a diameter of six or seven meters, the blood sage of the terrestrial halt stopped completely. Then, he took out a jade bottle from the sleeve and said: "Master Blood, sage Returning to the barracks in person to get the detoxification of the Holy Dan should help you to eliminate the poison of the golden bat and python in your body. "

"Wow--"

A black aerosol flew down around the trunk and fell to the ground, condensing a scull. She wore a dark black robe and a veil, showing a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

Zhang Ruochen just glanced at her and recognized her as the disciple of the winning king, Zhu Qingyi.

Even wearing a wide robe, you can see the rounded arc formed by a pair of crisp peaks on the chest of Zhu Qingyi, all the way up, and above the veil, a pair of eyes are exhausted.

A saint's body can see a tired expression, so it is certain that the saint's body or the holy soul must have a major problem.

Zhu Qingyi's voice was rather cold, and asked, "The deputy commander knows nothing about Xianji Mountain. When will he come?"

The Che Dijing Blood Saint said: "The deputy commander encountered a rather difficult opponent and could not get rid of him for the time being."

"Not to mention. There are no powerful people in Xianji Mountain for the time being, as long as I have resolved the toxins in my body, I should be able to cope."

Zhu Qingyi stretched out a slim and delicate jade hand, grasped it forward, a ray of sacred air overflowed between his fingers, and rolled up the jade bottle in the hands of the sacred blood sage.

Just then, the mutation occurred.

A vortex emerged, and then, the jade bottle containing the detoxifying Sun Dan disappeared out of thin air.

"who?"

I wish Qingyi have a cold drink.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful holy wave surged out of her body. The leaves of the crickets fell down, and before they fell to the ground, they were shattered into powder by the invisible energy.

"Roar."

The sacred blood saint roared loudly, and a mist of blood spewed out of his mouth. Behind him, a blood-red battle general with a tens of feet tall condensed.

"Da da."

The footsteps sounded in a hurry.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen, dressed in white, walked out of the fog, playing with the jade bottle in his hand, opened the bottle cap, and brought out a white sundan from the inside.

"Bing Chan Dan, it really is a valuable healing Sheng Dan."

Zhang Ruochen put Bingchan Dan back into the jade bottle with a smile, and stared at Zhu Qingyi, who was on the opposite side, and said, "Girls, I didn't expect we would meet again so soon?" Zhu Qingyi's eyes Yi Ning chuckled coldly: "How dare you have the courage to rob the Holy Saint, I really believe that why can't Sina do you?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "If the girl is still at its peak, I am definitely not your opponent, and naturally I dare not be so bold. As for now, how much strength can I wish the girl to exert?"

I wish Qingyi a strange smile, and said, "Just by your strength, without the help of the formation, you can suppress you without the need of the Holy Spirit to take his own hands. Bury the Holy Spirit, take him down, remember Stop, don't kill him, just cut off his hands and feet. "

Zhu Qingyi played against Zhang Ruochen, knowing that his mental strength is only fifty-two, at most it is equivalent to the strength of a sage of the Xuanhuang Realm.

The burial of blood and blood was once trapped in the space behemoth, and almost died tragically, and Zhang Ruochen hated it long ago.

Now, if Zhang Ruochen shows up again, he is naturally polite. He controlled the tens of feet of blood-red warrior to phantom, stretched out a huge handprint of a house, and grabbed Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow!"

Qing Mo flew out from behind Zhang Ruochen, and his slender fingers moved forward a bit. Then, a green vine flew out of his fingertips, entangled the imaginary shadow with the blood-red battle of dozens of feet high.

With a bang, the blood-red battle will not be able to withstand the power of the vines, and it will burst into pieces and turn into a mist of blood.

The burial of the blood and blood saint's eyes sank, staring at Qing Mo's body, saying: "Aren't you human?"

Qing Mo broke the attacking method of the burial sacred blood, with a little more confidence, hands on his hips, and said, "Are I a human, can you control it? Anyway, if you want to deal with my son, I must pass my One off. "

"It's up to you?"

The sacrifice of sacrifice has been practiced for more than 600 years. He is also a fierce figure in the Northern Territory. Would he put a little girl in his eyes?

"Boom."

The buried sacred blood stepped on the ground, and then, with the soles of the feet as the center, dozens of blood-red lines poured out, spreading to the green ink.

The green ink also hit dozens of vines, collided with the blood-red lines struck by the sacrifice of the sacred blood, and a loud bang erupted. All the towering ancient trees collapsed and turned into wood flour.

On the contrary, some remnants in the forest were actually activated, forming a defensive force, blocking their strength and strength. Otherwise, the destructive power created by the battle will spread even wider.

Zhang Ruochen's attention has been focused on Zhu Qingyi's body, his lips moved, and said: "Qing Mo, quick battle, this wishing girl is my main goal."? Qing Mo no longer keeps, remove the silver The kitchen knife burst into swiftness and slashed it in the past.

The Burial Spirit took out a sacred artifact and resisted forward.

"Stab it."

The silver chopper is like cutting tofu, chopping off the holy artifact, slicing it on the body of the sacred blood and blood, cutting off one of his left arms, the blood is direct current, and the body is blown backward by the impact of the knife.

"how is this possible……"?

The sacrifice of the blood and blood is very unwilling. Based on his profound cultivation, how could it be impossible for a little girl to stop the knife?

Zhu Qingyi noticed that she was not good, and knew that the power of Qing Mo was underestimated, so she no longer waited, and stretched out her hands to form a seal.

"Wow--"?

A black giant sword condensed in front of her, dragged out a waterfall-like swordman, and slashed to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen stood still, a lightning ball with a diameter of three feet automatically condensed and wrapped his body.

The black giant sword smashed above the thunderbolt, making a loud noise. There were thunderbolts scattered in all directions, melting the soil, leaving golden lava streams on the ground.

"Is this the strength of a Tongtian blood general?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled, stretched out a finger, and moved forward, hitting the tip of the black giant sword.

"Snapped!"?

The black giant sword hanging in mid-air was torn apart, turned into a ray of black evil mist, and flowed back to Zhu Qingyi's body.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was more certain that Zhu Qingyi's body had a big problem, and even the 10% of his strength during the heyday could not be exerted.

Zhu Qingyi's forehead appeared with a golden mist. In his eyes, a painful look flashed, and he clenched his teeth and said, "Your mental strength has reached the 53rd level?"

"Yes," Zhang Ruochen said.

"If it weren't for me being poisonous, even if you have 53th-order mental power, I would suppress you easily." Zhu Qingyi said.

"maybe!"?

Zhang Ruochen walked towards her step by step and said, "Actually, I was also seriously injured. It didn't take much of your advantage. It was just a fair fight."

"Blood rain is magical."

The burial of the blood and blood was severely wounded by Qing Mo, and forced to sacrifice the gods in his own blood in exchange for several times the power.

The white mist over the sky turned into a blood mist, and the crimson blood rain descended, staining the land with blood red.

The breath emanating from the buried sacred blood sacred body became stronger and stronger, and soon surpassed the terrestrial realm to reach the level of the heavenly saint, and continued to become stronger.

I wished Qingyi a happy look, saying: "The funeral sacred sacrifice the two of them at the fastest speed, no need to stay alive."

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Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly and was about to send a voice to Qing Mo and asked her to retreat immediately.

However, he stared at Qing Mo, but he was surprised to see that there was also an outrageous breath erupting in her body, accompanied by a dazzling silver light.

That was the smell from the silver kitchen knife.

Green ink inspired the original power of the silver kitchen knife, and the wave of power released from the knife was even more powerful than the wave of power flowing from the buried sage of blood.

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(There will be a chapter later, a little later, about a bit.)

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