Chapter 128 Massacre

Boom!

Bang!

Qin Ming's powerful blow, which stimulated the blood and qi, hit a blood-patterned black shield and blasted it away!

The black shield engraved with blood-colored runes instantly sank in, revealing a clear fist mark.

"How is it possible? My blood-killing shield!" The black-robed monk showed disbelief on his face. You know, this shield is a mid-grade defensive spiritual weapon. The opponent's punch almost destroyed it.

He felt pain in his flesh, but he no longer hesitated and raised his hand.

A tall, green-faced and fanged green-armored corpse suddenly appeared between the two of them, emitting the breath fluctuations of the early stage of foundation building. Then the green-armored corpse roared and rushed towards Qin Ming!

Roar~

At the same time, the black-robed monk took out a small black bell spiritual weapon, drove the magic power to shake, and a circle of strange sound waves spread out.

Qin Ming suddenly felt a drowsy sleepiness coming over him, and suddenly! He was shocked, and his powerful soul resisted the erosion of soul power.

The green-armored corpse exuding terrifying power had already killed Qin Ming, and a thick black gas was wafting around his body, which obviously contained a strong corpse poison.

Swish!

The pitch-black claws rushed straight to his heart!

Qin Ming saw this and operated the "Hundred Treasures Glazed Sutra" technique, and the blood and qi in his body burst out!

Countless red-glowing qi flew out of his body.

Puff puff puff!

The claws of the corpse touched Qin Ming's skin, but it was like grabbing a defensive spiritual weapon, and it couldn't break his physical defense at all.

Instead, it was knocked away by the blood and qi, but the armor of this beast seemed to be extremely hard after being sacrificed, and the innate qi hit him, and only a burst of sparks.

The green-armored corpse immediately roared, spewing out the pitch-black corpse gas, and came back again!

Qin Ming was also caught by the Qingjia corpse, and some of his blood was boiling.

The black-robed monk was not idle either. He controlled the chain magic weapon and rushed towards Qin Ming from different directions like a poisonous snake.

It exuded a disgusting and disgusting smell, as if it had the ability to filthy magic weapons.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes, recalled the Qingluan Sword, and pinched the Qingming Sword Art again in his hand. Multiple sword beams and sword energy merged into one, and a huge green sword beam more than ten feet long suddenly appeared!

Clang!

The green sword beam flashed and passed away.

With a devastating force, it shattered the chains that were surrounding it.

And it cut the extremely ferocious corpse into two pieces directly from the middle, lost contact with the black-robed monk, and fell from the air.

The black-robed monk felt this extremely powerful sword, and his fat face showed horror.

Is this a sword move that can be made in the early stage of foundation building?

At the same time, he saw that the corpse he had worked so hard to cultivate for many years was wasted, and his mentality suddenly exploded.

Then his face showed a cruel look, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and then he pinched a strange spell in his hand.

The blood turned into a rune and sank into his body.

In an instant.

The aura of the black-robed monk suddenly surged several times, and strange runes flowed all over his skin.

It was obvious that he was preparing to perform some extremely powerful secret technique.

Qin Ming was shocked when he saw this, and he did not dare to be careless. He stimulated the blood and qi in his body and condensed it into a piece of glazed armor on his body.

Then the figure flickered and disappeared on the spot.

The black-robed monk cast a spell, and a black flame giant bird, which was as black as ink, instantly locked onto Qin Ming's figure, emitting an astonishing temperature and pounced on him.

As if it could devour everything!

"Boy! You are lucky to see my Shura Demon Fire! It's worth it even if you die!" The fat monk in black robe gnashed his teeth and shouted angrily, then the spell in his hand changed and controlled the black flame.

Qin Ming frowned, and raised his hand to make a move. An ice-blue firebird appeared in front of him, holding a long blue rainbow, and pounced on the black firebird.

Boom!

The two firebirds, one black and one blue, collided in the air!

A powerful aftermath broke out.

However, the firebird formed by the black flame was soon devoured by the ice-blue firebird transformed by the Soul Devouring Poison Flame.

After the Soul Devouring Poison Flame devoured the black flame, it continued to pounce on the black-robed monk.

"!!!"

The black-robed monk saw that the secret method he was proud of was easily broken by the other party.

He was terrified and immediately wanted to retreat.

At this moment.

The ice-blue firebird pounced straight at him.

He was in a panic and quickly took out the black shield that had lost its spiritual power to resist.

But the blue firebird instantly split into two, bypassed the shield defense, and landed directly on the arm of the black-robed monk.

"Ah!"

The black-robed monk howled miserably, and a violent burning sensation instantly hit him. What frightened him even more was that he clearly felt that when the flames fell on him, the mana in his body began to decrease inexplicably.

He was also a man of strong character and decisiveness. He immediately made up his mind and cut off his left arm directly!

But when he was about to turn around and flee, the hair on his back stood up, and a bad intuition came from behind. Then he quickly used his mana to turn around and resist.

Qin Ming's eyes were cold! He gathered all his blood and qi in his fist and punched the black-robed monk!

Bang!

This punch hit the opponent solidly. The black-robed monk seemed to be wearing a defensive inner armor, but his chest and heart were still sunken.

It fell from the sky like a rag.

Qin Ming was quick-witted and a black spirit seed popped out and instantly landed on the body of the black-robed monk.

The black vines grew wildly, wrapping around the corpse, and soon it was sucked into a dry corpse, and then formed a blood bead the size of an egg.

Qin Ming raised his hand and took the blood bead away.

Then he searched out the storage bag of the black-robed monk.

After doing all this, he skillfully threw the soul-devouring poison flame at the corpse to destroy the corpse.

Just as he was about to leave this place.

Three more figures rushed towards this side quickly and soon came to Qin Ming.

He looked closely and found that it was Mu Yuanshan and Miao Renke. The two were seriously injured at this moment, staggering, and were at the end of their strength.

Behind them, a black-robed monk wearing a monkey mask was chasing them closely.

A black light shot out from the black-robed monk's hand, and a dark green ghost-headed short blade exuding ghost energy moved strangely in the air for a distance, instantly stabbing Miao Renke through the heart.

Miao Renke's body fell from the air, and fell heavily to the ground with a bang, deader than dead.

Mu Yuanshan was covered in wounds, his face was miserable, and he was even more desperate when he saw his companions die tragically.

At this time.

He saw Qin Ming not far away, as if he saw a life-saving straw, and shouted to him: "Fellow Daoist Qin, help me!"

Mu Yuanshan struggled with the last bit of magic power and fell in front of Qin Ming.

Qin Ming frowned when he saw this, but still quickly asked: "How many demon cultivators are chasing fellow Daoist Mu?"

"Where is fellow Daoist Gu?"

"Only one demon cultivator is chasing, and there are three more demon cultivators chasing." Mu Yuanshan was almost exhausted, and he was shocked when he said this!

Wait!

How did Qin Ming know that he was with fellow Daoist Gu?

But before Mu Yuanshan could react.

Qin Ming had no expression on his face, and the Qingluan Sword flew out, taking Mu Yuanshan's head directly.

A green light flashed by, and Mu Yuanshan felt a dark spot in front of his eyes, and a big head flew up directly.

His face remained stunned, and then he fell into endless darkness.

The black-robed monk with a monkey mask was also stunned when he saw this.

He suddenly remembered something and cried out: "Where is my second brother? Didn't he go after you?"

"Hehe! You will be reunited with him soon." Qin Ming sneered.

He had just scanned with his divine sense, and the other party was only in the initial stage of foundation building, and his cultivation strength was far inferior to that of the fat black-robed monk.

As for Mu Yuanshan, he had discovered their petty tricks, so he simply sent him on his way.

To avoid more trouble.

The black-robed monk was surprised to hear this, and quickly performed a spell, and the ghost-headed green blade turned its head, filled with a sinister ghost aura, and came straight towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming activated his blood and qi, and the glazed armor covered his whole body again. He raised his arm to block it!

Clang!

Qin Ming resisted the attack from the green ghost blade, and was unscathed.

The monkey-head masked monk was about to drop his eyes. What kind of terrifying defense is this?

It's simply a humanoid defensive spiritual weapon!

Qin Ming's eyes focused, and he leaped in front of the black-robed monk in an instant. He raised his hand and waved it, and several red streaks slashed at him!

The black-robed monk already knew that he was no match for him, so he dodged and wanted to escape!

But Qin Ming would never let him go. He pinched his fingers.

A green rune appeared in the sky, and a large piece of wooden thorns burst out from it, falling like a storm, blocking the black-robed monk's way.

Qin Ming saw the situation and flew to catch up, closing the distance. His eyes were sharp, and he used the Qingming Sword Art again. Several feet long green sword beams burst out with dazzling brilliance and pierced the opponent's back.

Swish!

The black-robed monk saw that the situation was not good, took out a black flag, and waved it hard at Qin Ming. A large group of ghosts rushed towards Qin Ming with a shrill scream!

But Qin Ming stared at the black-robed monk, and his speed did not slow down. When those ghosts approached.

Qin Ming released the soul-devouring poisonous flame and turned into an ice-blue firebird. As soon as the group of ghosts approached the poisonous flame, they began to melt and disintegrate.

The Qingluan Sword flashed, and before the black-robed monk could react, a head with a monkey head mask flew high in the flashing green light, and blood spurted from the neck.

Afterwards, Qin Ming did not stay for long. After performing the Thorn Spell on the three corpses, he obtained three blood beads containing amazing spirits and souls, and put them away.

Qin Ming quickly cleaned up the battlefield and collected the storage bags of Mu Yuanshan, Miao Renke, and the black-robed monk.

After destroying the corpse with the soul-devouring poison flame, he immediately flew away.

Qin Ming flew at full speed towards his own Moon-Watching Island, his heart pounding.

Unexpectedly, by chance, he killed three people again! He also picked up a head.

And there were two mid-stage foundation-building monks among them.

Not long after Qin Ming left, three black-robed monks landed on the place where the fierce battle had just taken place.

"Second brother!"

"Fourth brother!"

Two of the black-robed monks were so angry that they clearly felt that the other two accomplices had fallen, but everything happened too fast, and they were too late when they rushed over.

Lin Zixiao behind him, holding Gu Huai's empty-eyed head in his hand, looked ahead, and his hands trembled.

Several demonic bandits who dominated the Wei Kingdom's cultivation world were left with only anger and confusion, and even didn't know who did it at this moment.

The culprit, Qin Ming, had already escaped and disappeared without a trace.