Chapter 470: A Familiar Breath

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really sorry, I heard the news just now, Qin Nan accidentally fell into the Meng Po River, it seems that this Tianjiao duel can't be completed. Asking the ancestor pretended to be sad and said with a sigh.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Meng Po River!

fell into the Meng Po River, so how could Qin Nan survive?

As for accidentally falling into?

That's simply not possible!

Song Yu, Lu Jian, and Witty Yuxin all shook their heads at the same time, Qin Nan dared to help the Qinglong Holy Land and ask the Dao Ancestor to go against him, so naturally it would not end well.

"Fell into the Meng Po River—"

Tang Qingshan, Duanmu Peak Lord and the others, their faces instantly froze.

Meng Po River!

It's Meng Po River again!

Hundreds of years ago, their junior sister also fell into the Meng Po River!

At the beginning, Tang Qingshan was poisoned by the Deadpool Officer on the Nai He Bridge, and their junior sister blocked the Deadpool's sneak attack in order to save Tang Qingshan, which allowed Tang Qingshan to survive!

Originally, Tang Qingshan, Duanmu Peak Lord and others thought that the Deadpool had violated the rules last time and didn't dare to mess around, but they didn't expect the Deadpool to make another move!

"Ask Ancestor!"

Tang Qingshan's eyes were instantly blood-red, boundless murderous, and suddenly exploded.

The Deadpool Officer has such a big courage, he must have asked the Ancestor to support him behind him!

"Tang Qingshan, don't be impulsive!" The Blue Dragon Holy Lord suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed Tang Qingshan's shoulder, and shouted in a low voice: "Qin Nan is our Holy Son of the Blue Dragon Holy Land, how could he die so easily? Don't worry, it won't be long before he will definitely return to the Death God Platform!"

Back to the Grim Reaper!

Tang Qingshan and the others' eyes trembled, revealing a trace of confusion.

That's Meng Po River, will Qin Nan really come back?

However, when Tang Qingshan and the others saw it, the Blue Dragon Holy Lord was obviously full of life, but his eyes were extremely determined, and he was silent at the moment.

When all the monks in the audience heard this, they all shook their heads in unison.

Are you kidding?

Falling into the Meng Po River, even if it is Venerable, it is impossible to come back!

"Hahaha......"

Asking the Ancestor and the Flying Saint Lord both burst into laughter when they heard this, and their eyes were in the void, and they looked at each other slightly, and a firework exploded.

The Grim Reaper Stand is on!

Just wait a while, it's time to make a move!

......

......

Sea of Death, Level 2, Nai Ho Bridge.

Qin Nan only felt that his body had fallen into a hell, and his ears were filled with boundless roars.

"This Deadpool officer didn't dare to go all out......"

A thought flashed through Qin Nan's mind, although his figure was knocked away, he was only slightly injured, and his combat strength was still there.

He quickly looked around, and his scalp tingled at the sight.

Countless necromancers, all of them were full of excitement and madness, with their mouths wide open, scrambling to be the first, rushing towards his figure.

"Pure Heart!"

Qin Nan shouted loudly, and the evolution of the big bell, the entire big bell, wrapped his figure.

The endless necromancer slammed into the bell, making a thumping explosion, causing the entire bell to shake violently.

"Thunder of the Starry Sky!"

Countless thunderbolts exploded in Qin Nan's left pupil, covering the body of this big bell, and whenever a dead spirit approached, it would be annihilated by the thunder.

"No, there are too many dead spirits in this Meng Po River, I must escape as soon as possible!"

Qin Nan glanced at the unfathomable scarlet river below, gritted his teeth, and ran the Pure Heart Demon Decision, opening the way with a big bell and thunder, preparing to return to the Nai He Bridge.

However, there were more and more dead spirits surging around, as if forming a canopy, completely shaking Qin Nan's figure.

Even if Qin Nan used the thirty-three golden dragon pattern primordial infants, he couldn't break it.

Because, there are too many necromancy!

Boom! Boom!

In the endless collision of necromancy, Qin Nan's figure was slowly shocked into the depths of the Mengpo River, and all around, there was an endless blood-colored river, as well as endless necromancy.

"Damn ......"

Qin Nan's face changed, urging the starry sky to thunder and bombard.

Although his attack was powerful, a dozen necromancers disappeared with a thunderbolt, but among the hundreds of millions of necromancers, it was a drop in the bucket.

"Bronze Mirror!"

Qin Nan shouted.

He now knew very well that with his own ability, there was no way to escape.

However, the bronze mirror in the sea of knowledge didn't seem to hear Qin Nan's shouting, and there was a dead silence.

"Damn, why didn't this bronze mirror react at a critical time? If it continues like this now, all my cultivation will be consumed by this necromancy......"

Qin Nan's brain was running rapidly, and he was thinking for a while, but there was still no result.

Roar!

At this moment, two amazing roars suddenly rang out.

I saw that among the endless necromancers, two extremely large necromancers, with a pair of scarlet eyes open and a crazy and hideous aura, suddenly rushed towards Qin Nan's figure.

"Half-Esteem Realm Necromancy?"

Qin Nan's face changed drastically.

The necromancers he dealt with just now were only the existence of the Martial King Realm and the Martial Sect Realm, but he didn't expect that the Half-Venerable Realm would appear now!

Half-Zun, Half-Step Martial Zun!

"Kill!"

Qin Nan roared at the moment, pulled out the furious ancient knife, and burst out with an astonishing sword aura, fighting fiercely with those two necromancers.

These two dead spirits, empty of cultivation, are not afraid of the wisdom of performing exercises, treasures, and martial arts, and under the sword aura of Qin Nan, they are defeated and retreated.

Roar! Roar!

However, far from the end, more than twenty half-venerable realm necromancers rushed again, joined the battlefield, and killed Qin Nan.

"It's almost impossible to escape now, so if that's the case, let's fight!"

Qin Nan gritted his teeth, and the battle intent all over his body exploded to the extreme!

His whole person seemed to have turned into a battle puppet, constantly swinging his knife and slashing down.

The thirty-three golden dragon pattern primordial infant in his body, along with this constant battle, the light gradually dimmed, and a feeling of weakness also came from Qin Nan's body.

"Could it be...... I'm going to die here?"

A thought crossed Qin Nan's mind.

Suddenly, he thought of Tang Qingshan kneeling down to him in the Xuanling Sect, thought of the lifeless appearance of the Blue Dragon Holy Lord, and then he thought of the Dragon and Tiger Demon Sect, Sima Kong, thought of Gong Yang, and finally thought of Princess Miaomiao.

If, if he dies like this, how can he be worthy of so many people who are looking forward to him!

"Fight!"

Qin Nan roared angrily, his black hair danced wildly, looked at the sky, and burst out with an astonishing battle intent.

Fight! Fight!

In the entire Meng Po River, explosions resounded one after another.

Qin Nan fought like this, he didn't know how long he had been fighting, he didn't know how many times he had swung the knife, he only knew the necromancers in front of him, endlessly, until he fought until he was exhausted, fainted, and the overwhelming necromancers still didn't have any light.

"I ......"

Qin Nan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the huge exhaustion completely engulfed him.

The big bell and thunder released from his body also disappeared in an instant, and the endless dead spirits in all directions all opened their mouths and roared, rushing madly, wanting to tear Qin Nan's figure to pieces.

"Bold!"

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a majestic shout suddenly exploded.

The infinitely crazy necromancer, even those half-venerable realm necromancers, stiffened in unison, as if they had encountered something terrible, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes, holding their heads, and running frantically.

In the blink of an eye, there was not a single head left in the dense hundreds of millions of dead spirits, only the scarlet river, constantly tumbling.

"Familiar breath, ......"