Chapter 338: Spirit Snake Crown (3/3)

"Two juniors in the Spirit Sea Realm dare to act presumptuously in front of this old man!" Mao Qianwu snorted coldly, the skull-headed god glowed brightly, and countless ghosts emerged, attacking Zhou Heng and Sang Qingshan. go.

"Get out!" Zhou Heng roared like thunder, and the golden villain also roared, swiping the black long sword, and the purple Tianlong slashed at the ghost.

Puff puff puff, as if boiling soup Woxue, sword Qi Tianlong reached, these ghosts all let out stern screams and melted one by one! But compared to the ghosts emitted by Yang Zhan, these are much stronger now, and they re-form immediately after melting.

"Brother Zhou, is this person from the Yang family?" Sang Qingshan showed doubts.

Everyone in the world knew that the Yang family was inherited from the Ghost Corpse Sect, so Sang Qingshan immediately included Mao Qianwu in the ranks of the Yang family, but he never remembered that the Yang family had such a number one master!

Of course, every wealthy family has its own secrets. Although many masters are unknown, any one who walks out casually can suppress one party!

When they traveled the world to practice, they all used aliases, just like casual warriors. These people are the secret weapons of the family.

While speaking, he let out a long roar, and threw out his hands, a giant python formed by spiritual power immediately appeared, and started killing those ghosts.

Zhou Heng also went all out, and as the black sword oscillated, he shot out a series of black sword waterfalls, and the purple sky dragon danced furiously, burning ghosts continuously, saying: "He is not from the Yang family, but Mao Qianwu from the Mao family!"

"What, the Mao family?" Sang Qingshan was startled, the giant python was devoured by the ghosts, and his body was covered with bruises in an instant. "Why does the Mao family have the inheritance of Ghost Corpse Sect!" He was so shocked that he could hardly accept it.

"Then I have to ask this old guy!" Zhou Heng used all his tricks, eight-color lotus, golden fist, purple sky dragon, ice and snow, but he was suppressed to death after a big gap.

"Hmph, dead people don't need to know that much!" Mao Qianwu was so murderous that he confided a big secret to Zhou Heng before, in order to make Zhou Heng tempted to go with him obediently or hand over Sanyang Tianzun directly. inherited.

In his mind, longevity is what everyone dreams of. How could Zhou Heng not fall for such a big temptation? Not to mention Zhou Heng, even if Tianzun of the Transformation God Realm returns, he will be moved when he hears about Changsheng!

Unfortunately, he underestimated Zhou Heng's ambition!

From Zhou Heng's point of view, he can definitely become an immortal after breaking into the God Transformation Realm, so why bother to do such wicked things? Furthermore, the Mao family almost killed Zhou Dinghai, which Zhou Heng will never forgive, and one party is doomed to be completely wiped out!

Mao Qianwu looked cold, since Zhou Heng was stubborn, he had no choice but to kill him on the spot! Although this does not guarantee the inheritance of Sanyang Tianzun, the pagoda and the sword are real, as long as Zhou Heng is killed, he can win it!

He opened his hands and pushed them out suddenly, and both palms turned into a seven-headed snake, attacking and killing Zhou Heng and Sang Qingshan respectively.

Hydra!

This is the power of the bloodline of the Mao family. Although they have somehow obtained the inheritance of the Ghost Corpse Sect, the power of the bloodline can be used as a martial skill without any conflict at all! Compared with Mao Yuheng's three-headed snake, Mao Qianwu's blood power is much stronger.

The seven-headed snake and the ghost image attacked Zhou Heng and Sang Qingshan at the same time.

"Brother Zhou, let me take the lead in this battle!" Sang Qingshan laughed passionately, "After the battle between you and Yingshan Mu, the gods have grown, which makes me envious! So, let me come to this battle!"

Zhou Heng swung his black sword, erasing all the ghosts, and said with a big laugh, "Brother Sang, please do as you please!"

"The two juniors don't know how to live or die!" Mao Qianwu was furious. Could it be that he was a fish in the vegetable market, and was picked and picked by the two juniors!

Sang Qingshan took out a helmet from the magic weapon of space and put it on. It was a dark green metal snake head helmet, but one corner was missing. When he put it on, the aura of the whole person immediately rose exponentially, as if a celestial being reappeared from ancient times, full of great power.

"Spirit snake crown?" Mao Qianwu's eyes suddenly became fiery, "I didn't expect the spirit snake crown to fall into your hands, no wonder you became the god of the spirit snake! Hahaha, my Mao family is a hydra Bloodline, this spirit snake crown can play its most powerful role in the hands of my Mao family, hand it over to the old man!"

He left Zhou Heng temporarily, and both Ghost Shadow and Hydra bombarded Sang Qingshan.

"Go!" Sang Qingshan sharpened his eyes, swiped his hands, and swiped out with a sharp force, turning into a blade peak, hundreds of feet long, and slashed at Mao Qianwu.

boom!

The blade rolled over, and the ghost and the hydra were cut into two pieces. The rest of the energy was still there, and they fell into the mountain wall. There was only a loud noise, and the whole mountain slid down, like a sky. It's going to collapse!

"What a junior!" Mao Qianwu became more and more angry, his hands swirled in seals, ghosts and hydra appeared again, his eyebrows and beards were all open, and the god above his head also opened his skull mouth, and the evil light was shining.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sang Qingshan fought Mao Qianwu alone, and he was able to fight back and forth without losing the slightest advantage!

Zhou Hengsuo retreated to the side and became a spectator, gradually realizing in his heart.

The helmet worn by Sang Qingshan is obviously a treasure, but it is not like an ordinary peerless magical weapon that can face the enemy independently, but it enhances Sang Qingshan's own combat power! It's not the level of spiritual power, but the gods!

This treasure has no effect on ordinary warriors, because it can only be enhanced if it has a god.

Sang Qingshan's level of spiritual power has not changed, but the god seems to have been injected with chicken blood, extremely active, and his combat power has been crazily increased, to the point where he can compete with the real embryonic state!

Zhou Heng frowned slightly. Sang Qingshan's combat power is indeed strong at this time, but he also has a huge hidden worry, so he will last for a long time! There is no power in the world that can be obtained for nothing. Sang Qingshan's soaring combat power at this time is at the cost of overdrafting future power in exchange for a short-term explosion!

If he can't defeat Mao Qianwu within a limited time, then no surprise, his situation will become extremely bad!

This guy is really working hard! !

But it is one thing to dare to risk your life, but it is another thing to fight for whose life it is! Since Mao Qianwu can block Sang Qingshan's storm-like attack, he will naturally be able to hold on until Sang Qingshan shows a state of exhaustion and wins in one fell swoop!

In any case, Mao Qianwu deservedly was the strongest among the three, and his cultivation in the Fetal Formation Realm was not just blown out!

But the old guy's complexion is also quite ugly, he was entangled so hard by a junior in the Spirit Sea Realm and couldn't win, which made his old face shine, and angrily wished he could slap Sang Qingshan to death to relieve his hatred!

Zhou Heng sighed on the side, it is really difficult to kill an ancestor in the fetal formation state!

He used his own body as a bait before, and was almost killed by Ying Shan Muzhi, and then he lured the other party into the trap, Ling Tian used nine moves, and beheaded the other party under the sword! But this matter can only be one thing, not two things, which fetus-forming ancestor would be a fool, and then be tricked by him?

He secretly made preparations, as soon as Sang Qingshan showed signs of defeat, he would rush out to save people, and run away with his swift cloud steps!

Sang Qingshan was able to stand out among the younger generation of Tianjiao and become one of the few people who became gods. Naturally, he has his own advantages. His own fighting talent is very strong. In addition, the Sang family is also the Heavenly Dragon Emperor. The martial arts used by the top giants are definitely the best.

When his strength was raised to the level where he could compete with Mao Qianwu, he was like a peacock spreading its wings, completely releasing his dazzling brilliance.

However, how could Mao Qianwu be worse?

Who is not a genius among geniuses who can advance to the Embryo Formation Realm?

Even if Sang Qingshan can fight against him in strength, it is impossible to defeat this old-fashioned Patriarch of the Formation Realm, but a hearty battle will definitely be of great benefit to the growth of the god Sang Qingshan!

Of course, this cannot be compared with the previous Zhou Heng. At that time, Zhou Heng was repeatedly hovering between life and death. The pressure was definitely not comparable to that of Sang Qingshan at this time!

Prosperity and decline!

After fighting for half an hour, Sang Qingshan's face was pale, and his body was dripping with cold sweat. When the blow was swung, every muscle was beating, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Zhou Heng still didn't make a move. Now is the time to really test Sang Qingshan's willpower. The longer he persists in this state, the better it will be for his god's growth!

"Junior, die!" Mao Qianwu naturally didn't want to be someone else's whetstone, and he launched a strong attack. The hydra and ghost all roared like thunder, shaking out a terrible breath.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths!

Zhou Heng's gaze was like a sword, and the time that Sang Qingshan could continue to hold on was so short that it could only be counted by the number of breaths!

Ten breaths!

Hey, Zhou Heng flew out, and at this moment, Sang Qingshan slashed again, but without any force, he fell directly from the ground!

"Seven Snakes!" Mao Qianwu roared angrily, his arms turned into two giant seven-headed snakes as large as mountains, biting towards Sang Qingshan.

Zhou Heng stepped on the air, and the Xunyun Liuguang steps unfolded to the extreme!

boom!

The fourteen heads of the two hydras bit at the same time, but after a moment, I saw Zhou Heng fighting out with his sword, the black sword shadow piercing the ghost shadow, whoosh, with Sang Qingshan under his left arm, anxiously Like flying!

"Stop running!" Mao Qianwu was so angry that he went mad and chased after him without hesitation.

But compared to Xunyun Liuguang's speed?

Zhou Heng's figure was as fast as lightning, and Mao Qianwu couldn't match him even if he was carrying a person with him. The gap between the two sides not only did not narrow, but continued to widen!

"Junior, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, this old man will cut off your heads!" Mao Qianwu was about to go crazy!

Do these two juniors think that he is a prostitute, who wants to get on, and when he gets tired of playing, he pats his ass and leaves?

"Old ghost, are you sure you want to keep chasing after him?" Zhou Heng turned his head and smiled, the shadow of the huge ship was already cast in the sky, and the muzzles of the eighteen spiritual cannons turned and locked on to Mao Qianwu. (To be continued.)