Chapter 1500 The Situation Is Serious

In order not to be implicated, she quickly retreated and watched the battle from a distance.

After being thrown around more than ten times, Zuo Minghua finally broke free from the blood ghost's blood hair. He was already furious, and he roared and rushed over with a blood-colored sword.

"Ping ping pong pong!"

In an instant, Zuo Minghua and the blood ghost were fighting fiercely.

The fierce battle between the two masters, the mighty air waves between the collisions, destroyed everything within a thousand feet in a blink of an eye.

The majestic air waves hit the ground from the air, and the ground was hit by huge cracks that were as wide as a foot.

However, Zuo Minghua is worthy of being the 57th-ranked Divine Guard on the Divine Guard Ranking List. His strength is unimaginable.

As time went on, he gradually gained the upper hand. All around him, there were layers of blood-colored sword beams, which slashed at the blood ghost continuously.

The wounds on the blood ghost's huge body were gradually increasing, and each wound was so deep that the bone could be seen. He looked extremely miserable.

Fortunately, he was a being close to immortality. If he were replaced by an ordinary cultivator, he would have been killed more than ten times.

"Zuo Minghua's fighting power is really strong..."

Yan Mei Niang, who was watching the battle from afar, frowned slightly and sighed softly.

The next moment.

She held a blue sword several feet long, and the whole person turned into a meteor, rushing towards the fierce battle between the two people in front of her.

Target: Zuo Minghua!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the long sword in her hand shattered Zuo Minghua's blood-colored blades, and the sharp sword energy pierced through the left shoulder of the defenseless Zuo Minghua.

"Yan Mei Niang, you are looking for death, you dare to hurt me!"

Zuo Minghua roared, his body retreated quickly, and the expression on his face was extremely angry.

"Haha, good job, that's what I want!"

The Blood Ghost laughed wildly and happily, but he still looked extremely tragic.

But before he finished laughing, Yan Meiniang had already slashed with her long sword in the air, and a huge blue sword light broke through the air and hit the Blood Ghost instantly.

The Blood Ghost was slashed and flew away.

How could Yan Meiniang let this melee end so quickly?

Her strength was the weakest among the three people. If either Blood Ghost or Zuo Minghua died, she would most likely die as well.

Therefore, she had to let this melee continue.

Seeing that Yan Meiniang not only attacked herself, but also showed no mercy to Blood Ghost, Zuo Minghua opened his mouth in astonishment, and then said coldly: "Not joining forces with anyone? Very good, then I will have a chance to kill both of you."

There is no doubt that Zuo Minghua was extremely angry in his heart.

When he received Qian Qiushui's order, he thought that it would be easy to kill Qin Yi and Yan Meiniang with his own strength.

Who would have thought that now, he had not even seen what Qin Yi looked like, but he had encountered such a melee.

It can only be said that the complexity of this God and Demon Cemetery was completely beyond his original imagination.

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At this moment, in another tomb city, Qin Yi was sitting cross-legged on the ground quietly, trying to practice the seventh style of "Seven Styles of Heavenly Demons".

He had no idea about the battle between Yan Meiniang, Blood Ghost, and Zuo Minghua.

Om Guqing, who was wearing a white robe, and other practitioners from the Qinghu tribe were also practicing silently.

Outside the defense array, the large number of Blood Saint Ghost Wolves and top dead soldiers were still trying to break the array.

Now, many days have passed. Under the crazy attack of the Blood Saint Ghost Wolves and the dead soldiers, the area of ​​the eight-color array flags inserted in the eight directions of the tomb city has actually become much smaller.

The smaller the area of ​​the eight-color flag, the weaker its defensive effect.

In other words, the effect of the defensive formation protecting Qin Yi and others is disappearing bit by bit.

When the eight flags are fully restored to their original size, they will completely lose their defensive effect, and the formation will be broken.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another five days have passed.

Under the crazy attack of a large number of blood saint ghost wolves and dead soldiers, the area of ​​the eight-color flag has shrunk a lot.

At this time, Qin Yi finally completed the first stage of the seventh style of "Seven Styles of the Heavenly Demon".

In his mind, the long-lost huge shadow of the Heavenly Demon slowly emerged again, and then began to practice the seventh style of "Seven Styles of the Heavenly Demon".

The speed of the shadow of the Heavenly Demon is still quite slow, and the movements look very simple.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the movements are extremely wonderful. Often a few simple movements seem to contain all the attack moves in the world.

"The phantom of the demon finally appears again!"

Looking at the phantom of the demon in his mind, slowly practicing the seventh move of the "Seven Moves of the Demon", Qin Yi smiled faintly.

Then, he exhaled lightly, concentrating on observing every move of the demon, completely entering a state of selflessness, not letting go of any subtle details.

After more than ten minutes, the phantom of the demon finally finished practicing the seventh move of the "Seven Moves of the Demon", and the whole phantom gradually faded.

Finally, it completely disappeared.

Qin Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully recalled every move of the phantom of the demon, and then slowly opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and prepared to start practicing.

He knew very well that from now on, he only needed to practice tirelessly to gather the power of the seventh style of "Seven Styles of the Heavenly Demon".

"Qin Yi, you finally exited the state of cultivation."

Just as he stood up, a soft but urgent voice came from behind him.

Qin Yi looked back and saw Weng Guqing, who was wearing a white robe, standing not far behind him.

Zhao Xue, Zhao Mu, Zhao Qing and other nine pretty women, as well as other practitioners, were also standing behind him.

Everyone's face was filled with anxiety.

"Miss Qinghu, what's wrong?"

Qin Yi asked, touching his nose.

"Look at the eight formation flags first."

Weng Guqing's green jade fingers slowly pointed at the surrounding city walls.

Qin Yi looked at it carefully and was shocked: "The area of ​​these eight flags is actually half the size. It seems that this defensive formation can no longer hold out. This situation is not good for us."

"That's right."

Weng Guqing raised his slender hand, touched the smooth and full forehead, and then pointed to the sky and said: "Not only this defensive formation can no longer hold out for a long time, but also, look up there."

Qin Yi looked up.

I saw that in the sky, Yan Shao and Yan Zhuxin were sitting in the air, both of them had their eyes closed, and their bodies kept turning slowly.