The White Witch Corpse King secretly thought that something was wrong, if the fight continued like this, even if Weng Qingyu didn't sacrifice the Immortal Slashing Circle, but just the Flying Sword of Fate, he might entangle himself to death.
The idea of retreating sprouted in my heart.
The consciousness is scattered, paying attention to the surrounding situation.
As for the other disciples, I can't take care of them for the time being.
If there is no Slashing Immortal Circle, even if the White Witch Corpse King fails, he will find a way to let the ordinary disciples of the branch helm transfer away first.
However, the Immortal Slaying Circle really made him fearful.
If ordinary disciples were allowed to leave first now, their intentions would be exposed, and they might not be able to leave.
It is true that the White Witch Corpse King is the Left Protector of the Corpse Refining Sect, but what he cares more about is his own long life.
Of course, there is one person who cannot be left behind anyway.
The spiritual consciousness swept over, the stone door of the training room No. 36 was closed, the room was hazy, the spiritual consciousness was blocked, and he didn't know what the little wandering corpse—no, it should be a purple zombie now—was doing.
The three of Zhou Xingwen guarded the gate of Shimen loyally, and were not disturbed by the fighting outside. It seemed that there was no accident.
The White Witch Corpse King calculated in his mind how he would rush to the training room, kidnap Zhang Yang and then escape.
He picked up the black iron stick and smashed the flying sword with one stick. The White Witch Corpse King waved his wings behind his back, his body flashed with lightning, and he plunged into the Horseshoe Valley, heading towards the practice room.
Weng Qingyu's eyes flickered coldly. Although he didn't know the intention of the White Witch Corpse King's sudden escape into the valley, he was always right to stop whatever the enemy wanted to do.
With a thought, the Immortal Circle was sacrificed.
call out!
A white light flashed, heading straight towards the White Witch Corpse King.
The eyes of the White Witch Corpse King instantly widened.
Although I have heard of the great reputation of the Immortal Slashing Circle for a long time, and even though I have seen the sharpness of the Immortal Slashing Circle just now... But, only when I am in the scene, do I know how terrifying the power of the Immortal Artifact is!
The moment he was locked, a chill rose from his heart, and the feeling of trembling seemed to make his heart tremble.
The White Witch Corpse King had a premonition that no matter how much he dodged, he would not be able to avoid this circle of killing immortals. The only way to survive was to collide forcefully and block the circle of immortality.
Before he could think about it, the white light was in front of him.
The White Witch Corpse King's whole body exploded with strength, and the black iron rod was swung up and smashed down, while twisting his body vigorously to dodge.
Ding!
With a clear sound, the White Witch Corpse King only felt the black iron rod lighten in his hand, and he secretly said something bad in his heart.
The next moment, a white light flashed.
puff!
With a sound, viscous blood splashed, and the thick arms flew into the air.
After all, the black iron rod is not a mortal thing. Although it can't stop the Immortal Slashing Circle, but at the same time it breaks, it makes the Immortal Slashing Circle stagnate, and the direction is deflected. .
The White Witch Corpse King lost an arm, but saved his life.
Now, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, the secret technique was activated, a bloody light spewed from his body, the wings on his back suddenly turned blood red, with a violent wave, his whole body turned into a stream of light, and he had already traveled tens of miles in an instant Outside, and then waved again, quickly fled to the distance.
As for Zhang Yang and the disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect, they couldn't care less about them.
The White Witch Corpse King was very interested in the little zombie's skills, but compared with his long life, everything was rubbish.
Weng Qingyu withdrew the Immortal Slaying Circle, and before he could make a second move, the White Witch Corpse King had fled dozens of miles away, leaving only his back.
"I escaped quickly! It's a pity that I couldn't kill you!"
Weng Qingyu shook his head regretfully.
The other disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect around were beheaded when they saw Elder General Yan face to face. Even Master Zuo, who was as powerful as an invincible god of war in the eyes of the disciples, had an arm cut off, and then fled in embarrassment...
At this time, they had no intention of resisting, and one by one set up the Dunguang and fled quickly.
In the first-line gorge, dozens of streamers scattered and fled in all directions. Some monks in the refining period ran wild on the ground, but the disciples who stayed behind got the news and also started to flee.
Weng Qingyu snorted coldly, he was the only one, and he didn't bother to chase him down.
What's more, his consciousness was dispersed, and he immediately sensed an extremely violent aura in the direction of the corner of Horseshoe Valley, which should be the culprit that caused the leakage of the surrounding aura.
In other words, if it was a divine weapon, it would be meaningless to chase and kill those ordinary disciples if it had not been transferred by the Corpse Refining Sect.
Weng Qingyu nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Old Freak Qiu and several other Golden Core stage monks beside him and asked, "What? Don't you fellow Taoists still want to compete with Weng for the ownership of the thing below?"
Old Monster Qiu was stunned for a moment, and quickly put a smile on his face:
"Fellow Daoist Weng was joking. When treasures are born, they are always housed by virtuous people. It would be perfect for them to belong to Fellow Daoists. I have gained some experience from studying the relics of the Immortal War in the next few days. I have to go back to the mountain for retreat. Let's take a step first. Fellow Daoists don't have to deliver!"
After speaking, without waiting for Weng Qingyu's answer, he set up Dunguang and left immediately.
Seeing this, the other Jindan stage monks didn't know what to do? Say goodbye one by one, and leave like fleeing.
In a blink of an eye, the entire U-shaped valley and above became empty, leaving only a small black spot in the sky, which was Weng Qingyu.
"Hahaha… "
Weng Qingyu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.
Thinking about the prestige just now, relying on the power of one person, beheaded Mao Zongyan, severely injured the famous White Witch Corpse King in the cultivation world, and caused a sub-helm of the Corpse Refining Sect to flee in embarrassment... Facing the treasure, it also made Old Weng It's strange that many other monks of the same level dare not even think about fighting against themselves...
All of this is simply exhilarating.
"White Witch Corpse King fled in embarrassment. He will definitely go to the Corpse Refining Gate for help. Fortunately, I have already reported to the Master Gate, so I won't be afraid of him."
"Furthermore, I have the Immortal Slayer Circle, and I am invincible below the Nascent Soul stage. Even the weaker monsters at the Transformation Stage, I am not without strength."
Weng Qingyu only felt high-spirited, and with the Immortal Slashing Circle, he stopped paying attention to the people of the world.
hold head high-
Suddenly, there was a melodious whistling sound from the cave on the ground.
boom-
There was a bang.
clatter—
The mountain shook violently, and countless gravels collapsed.
Weng Qingyu frowned.
"Huh? Could it be that it's not an artifact, but some kind of monster?"
"It can dissipate such a powerful source of yin and cold power, what kind of powerful monster is this?"
Weng Qingyu looked at the gray mist floating in the sky, thought for a while, and then turned into a light and headed towards the cave where the howling sound came out.
He saw with his own eyes countless disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect escaped from this cave. Even if there were monsters here, they were trapped monsters and would not cause any harm to him.
He does have this confidence.
…
hundreds of miles away.
The White Witch Corpse King was covered in blood, and the green fluff was all stuck together, looking seriously injured. More importantly, his breath was weak, and he used the secret method to escape for the last time, causing him far more damage than the broken arm.
Looking down at the wound, the thick purple blood was still slowly flowing out.
The White Witch Corpse King frowned.
"Slaying the Immortal Circle is indeed no small matter. If it is a normal injury, the wound will heal itself in this time, and new flesh should grow out."
"But look at the wound cut by the Immortal Killing Circle, it is difficult to heal."
Saying that, he took out a pill from the Nawu Ring.
After taking the elixir, a chilly breath disperses, twirling in the palm of his hand, looking extremely moist.
He raised his head and swallowed it.
Soon, a strange energy, full of strong yin and cold power, began to approach the wound, and slowly, slowly, the wound began to heal.
Seeing this, the White Witch Corpse King heaved a sigh of relief, looked in the direction of the U-shaped valley and said bitterly: "Tianyuzong!"
"Weng Qingyu!"
"This revenge, I will definitely avenge it!"
Thinking about the lost spirit of the Yinquan, thinking about the little zombie who might help him advance... The White Witch Corpse King almost went mad.
He braced himself up, waved his wings behind his back, and fled towards the corpse refining gate.
He wants to go back to find his old master to rescue soldiers!
…
Practice room No. 36.
The stone gate was locked from the inside, and although most of the protective magic circle was damaged, it was impossible for the little foundation-building monks to forcibly open it from the outside.
Therefore, when the Corpse Refining Sect was defeated and retreated, even Zhou Xingwen and others could not notify Zhang Yang.
In the end, the situation was urgent and he could only escape by himself.
Right now, Zhang Yang is in this forgotten corner, sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, with his fingers stretched out, a stream of light blue icy flames sprays continuously, tempering the bone wings floating in front of him.
He has maintained this action for several hours.
The shaking of the mountain and the rolling of stones did not bother him.
Although it was the first time to refine a weapon, with the excellent guidance method of "Taiyin Refining Form·Refining Objects", Zhang Yang did well.
What's more, the object being refined—the pair of bone wings—has an extremely close relationship with Zhang Yang. From the soul to the body, they are all flesh and blood, without a trace of resistance.
As long as Zhang Yang has a thought, the bone wings will be released, wantonly accepting the tempering of the ice flame.
Otherwise, with Zhang Yang Zizhu's elementary strength, it would be a problem to refine the lowest level magic weapon, let alone the bone wings.
Of course, Zhang Yang didn't care about this.
He only knew that with the tempering, a trace of death energy was turning into gray mist and escaping from the bone wings, and at the same time some other impurities were also being tempered.
This process is very slow, but it is going on continuously.
This alone made Zhang Yang very pleased.
Refining!
Refining!
Those golden feathers were all fused into it.
Occasionally some unknown impurities beeped and dropped from the suet white jade-like bone wings, and the body became more and more pure, as if it began to appear transparent.
The volume is also slowly shrinking during the tempering...
Due to external changes, the spirit of the Yinquan was close to escape, and the cold power in the surrounding air seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, as if it was as thick as a substance. Every inch of Zhang Yang's skin was absorbed madly, transformed into mana, and then gathered When reaching the finger, it turns into a cold ice flame.
This kind of icy flame is a contradictory existence, extremely cold and extremely hot, and it is a special skill for refining weapons recorded in "Refining Things".
If it weren't for this kind of environment, even if Zhang Yang mastered the refining technique, it would not be enough to sustain such a long time of tempering.
Under the coincidence of all the conditions, Zhang Yang's first magic weapon was gradually taking shape...