Peerless Battle Spirit

Chapter 469: A familiar scent

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Chapter 470: Familiar Breath

"Everyone, I'm really sorry. I just heard the news that Qin Nan accidentally fell into the Mengpo River. It seems that this showdown between geniuses cannot be completed." Ancestor Wenwen pretended to be sad and said with a sigh.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Meng Po River!

After falling into the Mengpo River, how could Qin Nan survive

As for accidentally falling in

That's simply impossible!

Song Yu, Lu Jian, and Wiaoyu Xin all shook their heads at the same time. Qin Nan dared to help Qinglong Holy Land and Dao Ancestor go against each other, and naturally he would not end well.

"Fell into the Mengpo River—"

The faces of Tang Qingshan, Duanmu Peak Master and others suddenly froze.

Meng Po River!

It’s Mengpo River again!

Hundreds of years ago, their junior sister also fell into the Mengpo River!

When Tang Qingshan was on the Naihe Bridge, he was poisoned by the Dead Attendant. In order to save Tang Qingshan, their junior sister blocked the Dead Attendant's sneak attack, which allowed Tang Qingshan to survive!

Originally, Tang Qingshan, Peak Master Duanmu and others thought that Deadpool had violated the rules last time and did not dare to mess around. Unexpectedly, Deadpool actually took action again!

"Ask the ancestor!"

Tang Qingshan's eyes suddenly exploded with blood red and boundless murderous intent.

If Deadpool is so bold, he must have the support of his ancestor Dao Dao!

"Tang Qingshan, don't be impulsive!" Holy Lord Qinglong suddenly stretched out his hand, held Tang Qingshan's shoulders, and shouted in a low voice: "Qin Nan is our Holy Son of Qinglong Holy Land, how can he die so easily? Don't worry, it won't take long. , he will definitely return to the stage of death!”

Return to the Death Table!

Tang Qingshan and others' eyes trembled, showing a trace of confusion.

That's Meng Po River. Will Qin Nan really come back

However, when Tang Qingshan and others saw the Holy Lord Qinglong, who was obviously full of death energy but had extremely firm eyes, he immediately fell silent.

When all the monks heard this, they all shook their heads.

Are you kidding me

If you fall into the Mengpo River, even the Venerable will have no chance of coming back!

"Hahaha… "

When Patriarch Wendao and Holy Master Feiyang heard this, they both burst into laughter. Their eyes were in the void, they looked at each other slightly, and a firework exploded.

The Death Table is open!

Just wait a moment and it's time to take action!

Sea of Death, second level, Naihe Bridge.

Qin Nan only felt his body falling into a hell, and his ears were filled with boundless roars.

"This Deadpool officer doesn't dare to use his full strength..."

A thought flashed through Qin Nan's mind. Although his body was knocked away, he was only slightly injured and his fighting strength was still there.

He quickly looked around, and his scalp couldn't help but tingle at this glance.

Countless undead souls, with faces full of excitement and madness, and their mouths wide open, were vying to be the first to rush towards his figure.

"The art of clearing one's heart and destroying demons!"

Qin Nan gave a sharp shout and transformed into a big bell. The entire big bell enveloped his figure.

The endless undead souls collided with the big bell, making a dense bang-bang-bang explosion sound, causing the entire big clock to shake violently.

"Thunder of the Starry Sky!"

Countless thunderbolts exploded in Qin Nan's left eye, covering the big bell. Any undead spirit approaching would be annihilated by the thunderbolt.

"No, there are too many undead souls in Meng Po River. I must escape as soon as possible!"

Qin Nan glanced at the unfathomable crimson river water below, gritted his teeth, and used the Qingxin Demon Art to clear the way with the bell and thunder, preparing to return to Naihe Bridge.

However, more and more undead spirits came from all around, as if forming a sky curtain, completely shaking Qin Nan's figure.

Even if Qin Nan used thirty-three golden dragon-patterned Nascent Souls, he couldn't break it.

Because there are too many undead souls!

boom! boom! boom!

In the endless collision of undead, Qin Nan's figure was slowly shaken into the depths of the Mengpo River. Looking around, there was an endless bloody river and endless undead.

"Damn..."

Qin Nan's expression changed, and he activated the starry sky thunder to continuously bombard him.

Although his attack was powerful, with a thunder strike, more than a dozen undead souls disappeared into thin air, but among the hundreds of millions of undead souls, it was a drop in the bucket.

"Bronze mirror!"

Qin Nan shouted loudly.

He now knows very well that with his own abilities, he cannot escape at all.

However, the bronze mirror in the sea of consciousness seemed to have not heard Qin Nan's shout, and it was completely silent.

"Damn it, why didn't this bronze mirror react at the critical moment? If this continues, all my cultivation will be consumed by this dead spirit..."

Qin Nan's brain was working rapidly, and he thought for a long time, but there was still no result.

Roar! Roar!

At this moment, two startling roars suddenly sounded.

Among the endless undead spirits, two extremely large undead spirits were seen, with a pair of scarlet eyes open, and with a crazy and ferocious aura, suddenly rushing towards Qin Nan's figure.

"A half-dead spirit?"

Qin Nan's expression changed drastically.

The undead he just dealt with were only those in the Martial King Realm and the Martial Ancestor Realm. He didn't expect that the Half-Lord Realm would appear now!

Half Zun, half step martial master!

"kill!"

Qin Nan immediately roared, drew out the Furious Ancient Sword, burst out with astonishing sword energy, and fought fiercely with the two undead figures.

These two undead spirits, who had no cultivation base and were not afraid to use their skills, treasures, and martial arts wisdom, were defeated steadily by Qin Nan's sword energy.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

However, it was far from over. More than twenty undead souls at the half-immortal level rushed over again, joining the battlefield and heading towards Qin Nan.

"It's almost impossible to escape now. If that's the case, let's fight!"

Qin Nan gritted his teeth, and the fighting spirit in his body reached its peak!

His entire body seemed to have turned into a battle puppet, constantly swinging his sword and slashing down.

The thirty-three golden dragon-patterned Nascent Souls in his body gradually dimmed with the constant fighting, and Qin Nan also felt waves of weakness in his body.

"Am I going to die here?"

An idea came to Qin Nan's mind.

Suddenly, he thought of Tang Qingshan kneeling to him in the Xuanling Sect, and thought of the lifeless look of Holy Lord Qinglong. Then he thought of the Dragon and Tiger Demon Sect, Sima Kong, Gong Yang, and finally Princess Miaomiao.

If he died like this, how could he be worthy of so many people who were looking forward to him!

"war!"

Qin Nan roared angrily, his black hair dancing wildly, looking at the sky, bursting out with astonishing fighting spirit.

war! war! war!

Explosions resounded throughout the Mengpo River.

Qin Nan fought like this. He didn't know how long he fought, and he didn't know how many times he swung his sword. He only knew that the undead souls in front of him were endless, until he was exhausted and fainted, surrounded by the overwhelming undead souls. , still no light.

"I… "

Qin Nan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the huge exhaustion completely engulfed him.

The bells and thunders released from his body also disappeared in an instant. The endless undead spirits from all directions roared and rushed towards Qin Nan in an attempt to tear Qin Nan's figure into pieces.

"Be bold!"

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a majestic shout suddenly exploded.

The infinitely crazy undead, even those in the semi-immortal realm, all froze, as if they had encountered something terrible, with a trace of fear in their eyes, holding their heads and running away crazily.

In the blink of an eye, not one of the hundreds of millions of densely packed dead souls was left, only the scarlet river water kept rolling.

"The familiar smell..."

(End of chapter)