Yang Qi knew that the four-winged golden cicada was a high-level insect beast, but Han Lao Mo didn't know that. The Southern Xinjiang Holy Land had been cultivating the Holy Gu in this way for generations, and the Holy Gu had always obeyed their orders. Naturally, they had never suspected that there was something wrong with the way they cultivated the Holy Gu.
In Han Lao Mo's opinion, Yang Qi just used some means to control the Holy Gu to some extent.
"Kill this kid, and I will let you devour the blood and flesh essence of two people in the fetal breathing state." Han Lao Mo gritted his teeth.
If he offers the blood and flesh essence of a fetal breathing realm master to the sect, he will receive a huge reward. But if he can kill Yang Qi, a junior who poses a huge threat to the Southern Border Holy Land, he will receive even greater rewards.
Comparing the two, Han Lao Mo naturally knew which one was more useful to him.
Buzz~Buzz~
As soon as Han Lao Mo finished speaking, the four-winged golden cicada instantly rushed towards Yang Qi.
"Be careful." Seeing the four-winged golden cicada coming to kill them, both Patriarch Xueyun and Taoist Xuanxu looked upset and hurriedly opened their mouths to remind them.
Facing the four-winged golden cicada that was coming to kill him, Yang Qi just smiled coldly, raised his hand, and a ball of medicine powder was sprinkled out. The four-winged golden cicada paused slightly, but continued to kill Yang Qi at the same speed.
"Isn't the attraction enough?" Yang Qi thought to himself. The next moment, he shook his hand and several more powder balls flew out.
Buzz~
A sharp sound came from the mouth of the four-winged golden cicada. The next moment, it turned around and flew towards the medicine powder, no longer attacking Yang Qi.
"Damn it." Seeing this scene, Han Lao Mo's face became extremely ugly. Although he had expected it, he did not expect that the Holy Gu would still not be able to attack Yang Qi. Without the help of the Holy Gu, it would be almost impossible for him to kill Yang Qi.
"Lin Qing can't hold on any longer. We must kill him as soon as possible." Han Lao Mo said in his heart. From the moment the four-winged golden cicada appeared, Taoist Lingxu began to attack frantically. Lin Qing was already at a disadvantage and would probably be defeated soon.
“In this case, we have no choice but to fight.” Old Demon Han felt helpless. He did not expect that even with the Four-Winged Golden Cicada, Yang Qi could force him to this point. You know, although there are only two of them, including the Four-Winged Golden Cicada, there are a total of three people with the combat power of the fourth level of fetal breathing.
"Boy, you forced me to do this." Old Demon Han roared, and the next moment, strange blood energy surged from his body. As the blood energy surged, his aura actually rose rapidly from the early fourth level of fetal breathing to the late fourth level of fetal breathing.
“This is…” Feeling the changes on Yang Qi’s side, his face couldn’t help but change, and he hurriedly said, “Be careful, Han Lao Mo is fighting for his life.”
Every holy land has its own means of preservation. Just like the Blood Cloud Tower has the Air-Breaking Crossbow, the Southern Xinjiang Holy Land also has its own means of preservation. The Blood-sucking Magic Art can not only devour the blood and flesh essence of other creatures to strengthen itself, but also burn its own blood and flesh essence to improve its cultivation in a short period of time.
"Are you finally willing to use the secret method of burning blood?" Yang Qi looked at the old demon Han in front of him, his eyes fixed.
Speaking of understanding the Blood-sucking Demon Art, perhaps even the Southern Border Holy Land doesn't know it as clearly as he does. He is naturally very clear about the secret method of burning blood in the Blood-sucking Demon Art, but the side effects of this secret method are not small. Even those murderous demons will not use it easily unless it is absolutely necessary.
"You are indeed from the holy land, and you know the secret method of burning blood. Then go to hell." Han Lao Mo roared, stomped his feet hard, and the whole person shot out like a cannonball, and the ghost-head sword chopped fiercely towards Yang Qi's head.
"It's too fast. I don't have time to make a move." When the Blood Cloud Ancestor saw Han Lao Mo appear in front of Yang Qi in an instant, his face changed drastically. He originally wanted to support Yang Qi, but Han Lao Mo's cultivation level increased too quickly. He didn't even have time to make a move. Han Lao Mo had already fallen in front of Yang Qi.
Taoist Xuanxu on the side also had a bitter smile on his face. Although he could see clearly what Han Lao Mo was doing, the gap in cultivation between the two was too big. He was not a warrior in the fetal breathing realm like Patriarch Xueyun who was good at assassination. At this time, he was completely unable to help.
“Oh no.” Taoist Lingxu’s face changed drastically when he saw this scene. He wanted to help Yang Qi, but Lin Qing held him tightly and he couldn’t split himself over there.
"Boom~"
The next moment, a terrifying loud noise spread out with Yang Qi as the center. A huge pit of about five or six feet in diameter was instantly blasted out on the ground, and the trees on the side were also blasted into sawdust by the terrible residual power.
“It’s quite powerful.”
Just when everyone was worried, a familiar voice came from the big pit, and then a figure appeared in front of everyone. Who else could it be but Yang Qi
“He’s fine. How is that possible?” Seeing that Yang Qi was not hurt at all after being hit with all his strength, Han Lao Mo’s face changed drastically.
With the help of the secret method of burning blood, his cultivation had already reached the fourth level of the late fetal breathing stage. He attacked with all his strength, but was easily blocked by Yang Qi. This was simply impossible!
You know, with the improvement of cultivation, even the difference of one small realm is extremely huge. What's more, Yang Qi is only at the initial stage of the fourth level of fetal breathing, which is two small realms away from him!
"Nothing is impossible. Now you are finally qualified for me to use my full strength." Yang Qi said lightly.
"You've hidden your strength."
Han Lao Mo was shocked when he heard this. When he fought with Yang Qi before, the other party actually hid his strength. The fourth level of fetal breathing cultivation was already incredible to him, but he actually hid his strength. What was the origin of the young man in front of him
Whoosh~
The next moment, Yang Qi's figure flashed, and his speed was even faster than Han Lao Mo.
"Faster than me." Han Lao Mo's expression changed, he tapped his feet and retreated quickly.
Whoosh~
At this moment, a sword light flashed across, as if piercing the sky. Under the sword light, Han Lao Mo felt as if all the blood in his body was about to solidify.
"How can he be so strong!" Han Lao Mo couldn't believe that Yang Qi's strength was so strong. He used the secret method of burning blood, but he was still no match for him. This kind of strength must be the fifth level of fetal breathing!
"Stop it for me." Old Demon Han gritted his teeth, madly urging the internal energy in his body, swinging the ghost-head sword in his hand continuously, and a sword curtain instantly condensed in front of him.
Snap!
Then, the next moment, the sword light shot out, and the knife curtain shattered instantly like glass.
Poof!
The sword flashed and blood splattered.
There was a deep wound on Han Lao Mo's right arm that was so deep that the bone could be seen.
this…
Looking at the scene in front of them, Patriarch Xueyun and Taoist Priest Xuanxu were both stunned. Old Demon Han, who was performing a secret technique, was actually injured by Yang Qi. How terrifying is Yang Qi's strength
They were very clear about the strength that Han Lao Mo had displayed before. They were afraid that he could easily hurt them with just one move. But now, Han Lao Mo was actually hurt by Yang Qi.
"Who are you?" Han Lao Mo looked at Yang Qi with a serious expression. His cultivation was impossible to fathom, and his swordsmanship was superb. He had never heard of such a person.
"The one who killed you."
Yang Qi snorted coldly, and before he finished speaking, he was already charging towards Han Lao Mo again. (To be continued)