Chapter 120: The Battle of Resistance (3)

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With the last Yuan Infant Ghost King killed, this second wave of attacks was completely prevented by Wang Qingmin.

When the divine beast killed the third primordial infant ghost king, it was promoted to the fifth level, and its strength doubled.

Wang Qingmin breathed a sigh of relief. Of the eight primordial ghost kings, he left six behind, and his own limit was five. Although this data is a little inaccurate, it can also reflect his basic combat power.

This kind of combat power can laugh at the infancy of the Yuan, but compared to the Avatar Cultivator, there is still a big shortcoming.

Wang Qingmin stood in the air, reminiscing about this earth-shattering battle, and slowly settled down.

Several figures suddenly flew from the direction of Hope City.

They are the three people who ask for heaven and Chenguang and the patriarch surnamed Zhang.

Wang Qingmin had such a violent aura fluctuation here, those foundation building and qi refining cultivators might not be able to detect it, but the Jindan monks who were already able to exude divine consciousness could sense it.

This kind of battle that lasted for a day, let alone participating in it personally, just feeling the bursts of spiritual power fluctuations like a tsunami strand made people's hearts tremble.

After agreeing, the three of them decided to come and take a look.

This is also a coincidence, when the three of them arrived, the divine beast had just killed the last Yuan Infant Ghost King, but this battle was not seen.

Several people flew to Wang Qingmin's side, looked at Wang Qingmin who was feeling, the three of them looked at each other, and then divided into three directions and dispersed, keeping Wang Qingmin in the middle. Although their cultivation was nothing in the eyes of the Yuanying Cultivator, once there was danger, it was still possible to wake Wang Qingmin from his state of concentration. In fact, they are completely redundant, Wang Qingmin's divine beast is the most loyal guard, if you want to hurt Wang Qingmin, it is not easy to pass its level.

Although the three of them were anxious to know what was going on here, now was not the time to ask, they could only wait for Wang Qingmin to wake up.

Half a day later, Wang Qingmin breathed a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

All the details of this battle had just gone through his mind, and while he realized his greatest ability, he also discovered the recklessness of his own operation.

In fact, really speaking, Wang Qingmin is not stronger than the other party's random ghost king, but his skills are really perverted, restricting the other party to death.

There are not many spells that can be used in the Yuan Infant Period, and those basic spells have become casual attacks, and the spells that are really worthy of the Yuan Infant Monk must be extremely powerful.

Wang Qingmin is blessed by the system, the skills in this are universal, no matter what kind of cultivator he is, as long as he becomes stronger, the effect of this spell will also be enhanced, and he will achieve the same power as the cultivator, this kind of increase is not something that other Yuanying monks can do.

"Master Taizu, I don't know what happened here?" Wen Tianshou rushed up first, looked at Wang Qingmin and asked anxiously.

The other two immediately gathered around.

"It's nothing, it's just that it took a day to attract eight Yuanying Ghost Kings, and I slaughtered six of them in one go, and the other two ran away, which is a bit of a pity." Wang Qingmin told the story.

"Huh?!" The three monks' eyes widened and they looked at Wang Qingmin in disbelief.

Wang Qingmin is stronger than ordinary monks, and the three of them know it. Especially Wentian and Patriarch Zhang, they had witnessed Wang Qingmin killing in front of the gate of Juyimen Mountain, killing four Jindan monks in one go.

Now that Wang Qingmin has reached the Yuan Infant Stage, with their understanding of the Yuan Infant Monks, Wang Qingmin's strength should be between two or three Yuan Infant Monks, and this also includes his summoning beasts, because the Yuan Infant Stage is not just a matter of saying that the power of the law can be reached, this requires the understanding of heaven and earth, without such a perception, no matter how much mana there is, it will not be able to exert the corresponding power.

Wang Qingmin is only in his twenties at most, at such an age, many people may have just entered the world of cultivating immortals, and Wang Qingmin can achieve such a cultivation, which is already considered a pure demon. However, no matter how evil this is, there is always a limit, this heaven and earth perception requires age and time, there is no deep understanding of all things in the world, there is no heart that has gone through vicissitudes, the Yuanying monk, just an empty appearance.

"You...... You...... You, you, you ......" Chenguang pointed at Wang Qingmin, his mouth trembled, he was also a Jindan monk, and he was speechless by Wang Qingmin's unbelievable record.

The primordial infancy of the Yin Soul side is not easy to mess with. I think they were fighting one-on-one against the human primordial infant monks, and they didn't fall behind. Although they are quick to achieve, the physique of the Yin Soul determines that they can grow like this, and they can quickly have strong strength. But listening to Wang Qingmin's words today, the three of them felt as if this yin ghost had suddenly turned into a clay kneaded porcelain, where was the ghost king who chased humans all the way to kill, and the whole pile of soft-footed shrimp.

"Patriarch, don't laugh, you know, this is not the time to joke." Wentian confirmed again.

"I know, I'm not kidding, now is really not the time to joke." Wang Qingmin said, his eyes looking into the distance.

The direction he looked at was the central location of the continent, that is, the east of Linhai City, and at this time, a large black figure was rushing towards this side.

The three of them noticed his anomaly and hurriedly followed his gaze to look at him.

Looking into the distance, the already gray sky seemed to be swallowed up by the last shred of light.

That's a myriad of ghosts, and it's impossible to count the number at all. There are ghost kings in condensed form, low-level yin spirits that are still in a translucent and semi-smoke state, and even some newly formed yin spirits in a completely smoke form, rushing towards here like stormy waves.

"The army of the Shadows is coming, get out of here quickly." Wang Qingmin gave an order to the three of them.

How many waves has this been since he came here?

The first wave, like a small-scale yin soul exploring the path, was directly terminated by the divine beast.

In the second wave, the two infant ghost kings were killed by Wang Qingmin and the divine beast respectively.

In the third wave, eight Yuan Infant Ghost Kings, after a hard battle, were killed six and two escaped.

This is supposed to be the fourth wave.

The leader of the Yin Soul side is dead, and the Jindan Ghost King below will definitely come to Wang Qingmin to avenge them. Although their cultivation is not high, they have an infinite number, since the high-end forces can't kill Wang Qingmin, then use the number to kill him.

"Master Taizu, we can't go, I'm afraid your current mana hasn't recovered yet, we have to stay." Wentian is there to cut the nail on the ground.

His attitude of seeing death as if he was at home was of course very admirable, but he didn't know Wang Qingmin's situation at all, when did Wang Qingmin worry about his mana.

"Ask God, you're really not leaving?" Wang Qingmin looked at Tiandao, now that the situation is urgent, he doesn't have time to quarrel with him.

"I'm not leaving!" Wen Tian's eyes widened and looked at Wang Qingmin.

"I'm not leaving."

"Me too!"

The other two immediately took a stand.

"If you don't go and pull down, I won't have time to take care of you for a while, so watch the show carefully." Wang Qingmin ignored them and slowly flew towards the city wall. "Oh, by the way, stay away from my summoned beast, don't touch it, be careful to burn the bones."

The three of them looked at each other, no, they didn't want to watch a play, they wanted to participate in the battle.

"Could it be that in his eyes, we desperately stayed to watch the show?" Chenguang said cautiously.

The other two gave him a blank look, did not speak, and flew towards the city wall with their eyes behind Wang Qingmin.

This kind of thing, just understand it yourself, is it necessary to say it to hurt your self-esteem?

For these low-level Yin Souls, if Wang Qingmin is in the Jindan period, he is really helpless against this terrifying number, the Taoist priest does not have a group attack spell at all, and no matter how perverted the spiritual power battle method is, it is impossible to face such a scene.

But it's different after the Yuan Infant Period, the ice whirlwind, this is a good skill for mages to clear monsters, second only to meteor fire showers. And the divine beast in the primordial infancy stage is even more incredible, and the battle scene is a hundred times more powerful than in the game.

Wang Qingmin stood on the city wall, looking at the army of Yin Spirits who were almost crowded together in the distance, and a sneer rose on the corner of his mouth.

Come on, lovely experience points.

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