The third Nascent Soul monster didn't have an evenly matched opponent, so he rushed into the low-level disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect and started a massacre.
Soon, there was a scream of misery, and in one round, six or seven foundation cultivators were beheaded, and people and zombie puppets fell to the ground one after another.
"Hahaha… "
Amidst the loud laughter, the Nascent Soul monster shook off the crowd and plunged into the valley formation.
As the Nascent Soul monster, he has lived for an unknown number of years, so he can clearly see that the mountain protection array has long been damaged and has no attack power at all.
Looking at the fluctuating weather around, if there is a divine weapon born, it must be at the corner of the Horseshoe Valley. The Nascent Soul old monster decided that there is a principle of first attack, and then there is no attack, so he went directly to the target regardless of the support of the temporary partner.
Once there is an action here, the others will not be calm.
They were not close partners, they were just formed temporarily to deal with the huge beast of the Corpse Refining Sect and obtain treasures. Now that someone went down first, they naturally couldn't stay still.
Roar!
Mao Zongjiangyan was the first to get angry.
Master Baiwu Corpse King and others are strengthening the seal of Yinquan Spirit, and the task assigned to him is to block all incoming enemies. If the Nascent Soul monster enters the Yinquan Cave, let alone whether Master and the old man can handle it, his mission must have failed.
With a roar, he blasted Weng Qingyu away with a heavy blow, intending to chase after him.
Weng Qingyu looked unhurried, with a cold smile on his face, and the imperial envoy Fei Jian used the word wrapping formula to hold Jiang Yan firmly. He who already had a dominant position, if he wanted to entangle Jiang Yan, he could still do it.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Jiang Yan kept roaring in anxiety, but he couldn't hold back, and even in his anxiety twice, Weng Qingyu almost seized the opportunity to cut him on the neck with a sword.
Mao Zong's defensive power is strong, but if he is slashed on the neck by a master of Weng Qingyu's level, he is in danger of falling.
Jiang Yan had no choice but to give up chasing and concentrate on dealing with Weng Qingyu.
Next to him, although Old Monster Qiu was trapped in the formation of the twelve corpses, his spiritual sense was released, and the surrounding scenes were firmly in control of his mind.
When the Nascent Soul monster rushed towards the Horseshoe Valley, he was also taken aback, lest he would be busy making wedding clothes for others.
The formation of the twelve corpse gates is very powerful, but the cooperation between the twelve monks is not good. Especially the Golden Core stage monk, although the strength is the highest, but the tacit understanding with the other eleven people is much worse.
It is precisely because of this that it left a flaw in the corpse formation.
Just when old monster Qiu was thinking about whether to pay some price and break out of this big formation, he suddenly discovered that Weng Qingyu was not only not in a hurry, but actually pestered Jiang Yan to prevent Jiang Yan from going down to support him.
wrong!
Old Monster Qiu immediately realized that something was wrong.
Weng Qingyu is not such a noble person, he spends his mana to entangle the most difficult one, and then let others take advantage of it
That's impossible!
Although Old Monster Qiu didn't understand what was going on, he still decided to wait and see.
So, pretending to be anxious on the surface, he tried his best to charge outwards, but in fact the attack power did not increase, the forty-nine magic needles were flying, but he focused on defense.
Those Golden Core cultivators are not so smart anymore.
When they saw someone fleeing first, their first thought was to follow closely behind, even if they couldn't eat meat, they still wanted to grab some soup to drink, one by one scrambling to unleash the strongest attack, forcing their opponents to chase down.
Before he could take any action, he heard a loud explosion in the valley.
boom-
Immediately afterwards, there was a scream, and a black shadow rushed up quickly.
When I looked at it, it wasn't the Nascent Soul monster who just went down, but who was it
However, in the blink of an eye, he no longer had the complacency he had just now.
His clothes were incomparably torn, his body was soaked in blood, his hair was messy, and even a piece of his scalp had been pulled off. He looked as embarrassing as he could be. If it wasn't for his aura, everyone wouldn't even believe that this was the Nascent Soul Elder. Strange.
"Zap!! Anyone who dares to challenge the majesty of my Corpse Refining Sect, then, stay!"
The old voice boomed, echoing above the valley.
call out-
In a flash, a figure had already caught up with the fleeing Nascent Soul monster, with a thick and burly body, he punched it heavily.
boom-
The unlucky Yuanying old monster didn't even have a chance to fight back, so he was smashed and fell to the ground like a meteor. Dust mixed with stone chips flew up, and when the dust settled, a big deep pit appeared in everyone's eyes.
As for the Nascent Soul monster, he was lying face down in the deep pit, his back was sunken, and his body was covered in blood. He only occasionally moved his fingers, which proved that his vitality had not been exhausted.
The White Witch Corpse King, worthy of being the Left Protector of the Corpse Refining Sect, Mao Zong was a Dzogchen, and with one strike, he directly killed a Nascent Soul monster of the same level, and the sound shook the scene.
In a blink of an eye, the monks who had the upper hand, no matter in terms of momentum or strength, have fallen into a disadvantage.
Old Monster Qiu heaved a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that he was lucky to have noticed it early, otherwise, if he suddenly bumped into the killing god of the White Witch Corpse King, even if it was him, the situation would not be much better.
Only Weng Qingyu smiled, as if everything was expected.
"Zhu! Weng Qingyu, you really are here! A few days ago, we had a battle, and before we had a good time, you ran away like a bastard! Now is the right time to fight!"
As the White Witch Corpse King said, he flicked his finger, a black light flashed, and there was already a thick black iron stick in his hand.
"Disciple retreat!"
The White Witch Corpse King shouted, waved his wings behind him, and rushed up to meet Weng Qingyu.
Jiang Yan didn't try to be brave, and wanted to back down in response.
Weng Qingyu's eyes turned cold, but he didn't see what to do, a flash of light shot towards Jiang Yan Ji.
Jiang Yan made up his mind to retreat, and he was confident that his defense was strong, and ordinary attacks could not help him, so he didn't take it too seriously. The strength of his arm soared, and his big fist was about to smash against the light.
Seeing that the expression of the White Witch Corpse King suddenly changed, he shouted:
"Get out of the way!"
The shouts go straight to the soul.
Over the years, Jiangyan has grown obedient to his master's orders, and without even thinking about what's going on, he stepped on the banana leaf under his feet and retreated backwards.
But, it's too late!
Jiang Yan is fast! The speed of the bright light was even faster, and it had already reached him in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Yan had no choice but to punch him out.
puff!
There was no sound of collision, only a brisk sound of piercing into the flesh. The stream of light almost never stopped, instantly encircling Jiangyan's neck, turning it into a silver collar with sharp edges.
Shrink, cut!
Half of the arms, accompanied by a head, both rolled down, and the heavy black shadow fell towards the ground.
It was the silver collar that cut off Jiangyan's arm, wrapped it around his neck, and cut off his head.
Mao Zang will lose his face!
Tangtang's stiff, strong body, in front of this silver collar, has no room to resist, breaking the defense is as easy as cutting tofu.
"Roar!"
There was shock in the angry roar of the White Witch Corpse King.
"Slashing the Immortal Circle!"
"You actually brought the Immortal Slayer Circle!"
"Could it be that your Tian Yuzong has appointed you as the next head?"
It is said that even the real immortal gods in the sky can be killed in the circle of killing immortals, hence the name.
The treasures used by cultivators can be divided into magical weapons, magic weapons, fairy weapons, and divine weapons from low to high.
Among them, the artifacts belong to the existence of legends, and even the famous sects in the cultivation world, if they get an artifact, they will regard it as the treasure of the sect.
Usually the most powerful weapon in the world is the fairy weapon.
And this Immortal Slaying Circle is a well-known immortal weapon in the cultivation world, one of the treasures of the Three Sects and Four Sects Zhongtian Yuzong, and only the heads or heirs of the heads of the past generations are eligible to carry it.
Now that Weng Qingyu is suddenly brought out, his identity is ready to be revealed.
Next to him, Old Monster Qiu was in the formation of twelve corpses, but he could see the surrounding scene clearly, and he was secretly shocked.
No wonder this Weng Qingyu looks confident, it turns out that he has such a fairy weapon.
At this time, he had long given up the idea of competing for the unborn artifact here, and secretly regretted coming to this muddy water.
With Weng Qingyu's ruthlessness and viciousness, it would be good if he could escape with his body intact.
…
"Haha! White Witch Corpse King, you have good vision. Not bad! This deity is the next head of our Heavenly Emperor Sect."
Weng Qingyu had a smug smile on his face.
"Originally, I didn't want to expose this trump card, otherwise, you should have died a few months ago! Today, let me see whether it is your White Witch Corpse King's physical defense that is strong, or I, the immortal Great circle."
The White Witch Corpse King showed a solemn look on his face.
Cut the fairy circle, the fairy weapon is sharp!
Hehewei is famous all over the fairy world!
Even if he was as powerful as the White Witch Corpse King, he would be in danger of falling under the slightest carelessness.
At this time, he had long since ignored the tragic death of his beloved disciple, his arms were knotted with muscles, and he was holding the black iron rod tightly in his hand; his whole body was tense and strong like a blind bear.
His eyes were red, and his ferocious face was staring at Weng Qingyu.
The black iron rod in his hand was not a mortal weapon either, but he was really not sure whether it could stop the Immortal Slashing Circle.
call out!
Weng Qingyu refused to sacrifice the Immortal Slaying Circle directly, but sent the flying sword, the magic weapon of his own destiny, to transform into a sky full of stars and shoot away.
At the same time with a playful smile on his face.
"snort!"
The White Witch Corpse King snorted coldly, waved his wings behind him, and waved the black iron rod in his hand.
ding ding ding—
Immediately, the sky was filled with crisp clashing sounds, almost ringing together.
The wings on the back of the White Witch Corpse King kept flickering, and his figure turned into arcs. He didn't dare to stay for a moment, for fear of being accidentally locked by the immortal circle.
On the other hand, Weng Qingyu was much more relaxed.
Originally, his strength was slightly inferior to that of the White Witch Corpse King, but the White Witch Corpse King didn't have the means to kill him with one blow.
Therefore, Weng Qingyu can let go of the attack without any scruples, but the White Witch Corpse King has to look forward and backward.
Under the ebb and flow, within a short while, Weng Qingyu hit more and more smoothly, and the flying sword slashed the White Witch Corpse King several times. Although it didn't break the defense, it also caused some trauma to him.