"Senior Sister, thank you for saving me!"
"Please also ask the senior sister to break the Shuntian Formation and rescue us!"
However, before Ye Qingtang approached the Shuntian formation, one of the women's complexion suddenly changed, and she hurriedly shouted at Ye Qingtang: "Senior sister, be careful!"
As soon as the words fell, a sound of a long knife piercing the air came from behind.
Almost instinctively, Ye Qingtang jumped forward and took a dozen steps back.
"Boom!"
With a single slash, a muffled sound erupted in the void.
At this moment, Ye Qingtang turned around and looked forward, her expression couldn't help but change.
I saw that right in front of me was a rotten war horse, surrounded by purple will-o'-the-wisps, and sitting on the horse's back was a mummy in black armor.
"Prehistoric humans..." Ye Qingtang frowned.
The so-called prehistoric human race is only the prehistory of this continent.
It is said that before the formation of this continent, the true dragon and the divine phoenix fought, and countless human races suffered indiscriminate disasters and died tragically on the spot.
In the end, the real dragon and the divine phoenix died in battle, forming a dragon vein, and those prehistoric human races were also buried in the dragon vein.
It's just that this prehistoric human race in front of him has obviously been dead for an unknown number of years, but it seems that because of the mysterious yin energy in the dragon's veins, he condensed a strange spirit and became a killing machine.
Immediately, the horses with will-o'-the-wisp neighed, wanting to sweep everything away, and the mummy in black armor let out a roar from its mouth, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to take away the soul of a person.
"Shua!"
In the next second, the mummy rode on a horse with a long knife in his hand, and stabbed Ye Qingtang.
Quick, this knife is so fast that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Even Venerable Taixuan might not be able to resist the combat power of the prehistoric human race, let alone Ye Qingtang, who only had the third heaven of Yin-Yang Zhenjun at this moment.
However, at the same time, a figure flashed past and landed right beside Ye Qingtang.
"puff!"
The long knife penetrated the figure.
Ye Qingtang was surprised, and looked at the man in white who suddenly appeared beside him.
The man was wearing a mask, and his black hair was flying, stained with blood.
At this moment, the man's blood splashed on the mummy.
Immediately, the mummy let out a miserable howl, and the man's blood burst into flames instantly, forcing the mummy back alive.
Not long after, the horse galloped away with the mummy in black armor, but in an instant, it disappeared.
"It's okay..."
The man turned around and looked at Ye Qingtang.
"Lingyan..."
Ye Qingtang looked surprised.
In her previous life, Ye Qingtang had heard that Lingyan's blood could deter evil spirits. Who else could this masked man be besides Lingyan
"I should be the one to ask you this sentence... Are you alright?" Ye Qingtang asked with a frown as she looked at the piercing wound on Lingyan's left shoulder.
"It's okay... Be careful, the dragon's veins don't seem to be as simple as what we saw." Ling Yan whispered to Ye Qingtang.
Immediately, Ling Yan turned around and left without looking back.
"Who is that person?"
In the Shuntian Formation, the three Venerable Taixuan looked a little puzzled.
The magical effect of Lingyan's blood was not known until many years later. Now, except for a few people, most of the strong have never heard of it. Therefore, it is even more impossible for the students of the Supreme Academy to know.
Ye Qingtang looked at Lingyan's leaving back, feeling a little inexplicable in her heart, that Lingyan suddenly appeared and blocked the knife for her...