Holding his breath and concentrating, Huang Yiming slowly raised his hand, Hu Peng on the opposite side glanced at him distractedly, and was almost hit by the blood tentacles, but fortunately he was kicked out by Hu Yue'er in time.

"Don't get distracted!"

Hu Yue'er aired.

"I'm sorry, sister." Hu Peng apologized honestly, picked up another corpse, and threw it at the blood fountain.

Sou!

The white porcelain bottle flew lightly towards the blood fountain, getting closer and closer, and was about to fall into the spring, when a spike of blood condensation suddenly popped out on the fountain, and went straight to the porcelain bottle.

Not good!

Huang Yiming suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Poof!

The spikes slid almost against the porcelain vase with a soft sound.

Didn't touch it?!

Huang Yiming was ecstatic, and then clutched his chest with a faint pain, he almost didn't scare him out of a heart attack just now.

Then he recalled a little strangely: "Why didn't you touch it, it was a spike that was crooked?" Or did the porcelain vase move? ”

The memory is blurry, I was so nervous just now, this process seems to be broken.

Whatever, it's a good thing anyway.

Huang Yiming didn't think much about it, and was about to stand up and tell Lu Wenyuan the good news about them, when suddenly there was a pain in the back of his head, his eyes were dark, and the whole person suddenly fainted.

"Why isn't it okay?" Lu Wenyuan looked at the opposite side of the fountain with some anxiety, but was surprised to find that Huang Yiming was lying on the ground (corpse). His eyes suddenly widened, and he was just about to make a sound, when suddenly a strong blow hit the back of his head, and there was a buzz in his head, and the person also fell down.

"What's wrong!"

Hu Yue'er was startled, pulled her younger brother back, and saw a faint figure behind Lu Wenyuan disappear in a flash, there are other people here!?

A finger was silently pointed out from behind, Zhang Xiaotian's figure was revealed, and once he moved, the illusion mirror could not hide his body breath.

However, there is no need to hide it at this moment.

The finger successfully poked Hu Yue'er's waist, and in Hu Peng's frightened gaze, Hu Yue'er stared at her eyes and fell to the ground softly, although she did not faint, but she also lost her ability to move.

There was one left, Hu Peng, who was still a beast master who had lost his pet, needless to say, he was naturally easily subdued by Zhang Xiaotian and spread on the ground.

The four people were solved in an instant, and at this time, the seven poisonous blood plants that were thrown into the fountain began to react, only to see that the blood fountain began to make a popping sound, like a fart, and the blood that was originally bright and fragrant began to become black and smelly.

At this time, Xia Qinghai, who was shrouded in darkness, obviously felt that the strength of the corpse king on the other side was weakening, and he was immediately overjoyed, and the sword in his hand was unfurled, and he began to counterattack.

Zhang Xiaotian searched the four people in a hurry, and he found twenty-four identity tags, as well as some other bits and pieces, all of which were useful and put them in his backpack.

These guys are really powerful, they are worthy of being the elites cultivated by the water reversal plan, and I don't know how many pieces of that rock and Xia Qinghai have?

Ignoring Hu Yue'er's vicious eyes, Zhang Xiaotian, who no longer covered his figure, thought with a smile: "I already have forty-two identity cards, minus one of my own, it is forty-one, the 'excellent standard' of this selection has been reached, and there are twenty-one more to make another person achieve excellence." And now that he has advanced to the sixth level of source power, maybe this time...... Everyone can enter the Spark Project. ”

Zhang Xiaotian was full of ambition for a while.

Who's this damn guy?

Hu Yue'er, who was lying on the ground, thought hatefully.

The strength of the corpse king continued to decline, and soon returned to the appearance when he first appeared-the sixth level of source power, that is, the martial artist realm who had just entered the sixth level of source power.

Xia Qinghai's sword circle range skyrocketed, quickly forcing the black light tide back, followed by another sword that split the black sun in half, and then countless sword qi fell on the black cocoon.

The black cocoon fell apart under the continuous attack of the high-speed vibrating sword qi, or... It was the Corpse King who deliberately scattered it.

The black slime turned into a long, slippery black snake, with a deep mouth, inhaling the sword qi in the air.

Then the black snake's abdomen bulged, and it deflated again in the blink of an eye, as if the sword qi was digested instantly.

The corpse king let out an angry roar, his hands moved, and the black snake suddenly dispersed, turning into black arrows and shooting towards Xia Qinghai.

"Dying throes!"

Xia Qinghai sneered in his heart, the sword light in his hand was differentiated, and the sword qi shot out in all directions.

Puff puff, black arrow and sword qi collided, and both were annihilated.

In the scattered qi in the sky, a silver line flashed, and the sword light lit up, pure and condensed, and the air was dead.

The Corpse King's childlike eyes shot with extreme resentment, and his small mouth opened and spit out a large black mist.

The black mist was like a wave, which could shake people's hearts, and slapped on the sword light, and the corpse king waited with anticrative expectation for the long sword to land, and the human on the opposite side fainted.

This black mist is a direct attack on the spirit and spirit, if there is no corresponding means, it cannot be defended at all, and it cannot be counteracted!

The sword light that contained the trembling soul of Sen Sen's lifeless aura trembled and shook violently, but it was as firm as ever, piercing through the black mist and pointing directly at the center of the corpse king's eyebrows, as if it was an invitation from the Nine Shadows Yama.

How so?

How can it be?

For the first time, the corpse king's face showed a look of horror, it quickly retreated, its body was constantly changing, and its body was almost distorted, but that sword light was like a soul seeking ghost, a tarsal bone sword, and it couldn't get rid of it at all!

The maggot of the tarsal bone of the sword technique of life and death!

The name of this move is not good, but it is an extremely difficult move in the sword technique of life and death that Xia Qinghai has learned.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang on the other side of the pit, accompanied by violent tremors.

What the?

In the flash of a flash, the corpse king was already on the verge of exhaustion, and at this time, it seemed that he had suffered a great shock, which suddenly made him slightly stunned.

And then, there was no then.

Deceased: Corpse King.

Cause of death: sword in the eyebrows, destroying the brain.

Xia Qinghai stabbed the corpse king to death with a sword, and the sword light brushed a few times, dividing the corpse king's small body into several pieces, and then the sword fell to the ground, and walked quickly to the deep pit.

In the deep pit, Zhang Xiaotian was playing with the blood-colored crystal in his hand, just now it was this thing that caused the corpse king to vibrate, causing it to be killed by Xia Qinghai with a sword, otherwise it would definitely be able to support it for a while.

"Who are you?"

Xia Qinghai, who was above the pit, looked at the young man in white below in surprise and anger, and several of his companions were lying beside the man, if he hadn't seen that his companions were still breathing, he couldn't help but draw his sword and attack. Now, he was a little jealous.

"Brother, isn't that the person you've been chasing?" Zhang Xiaotian looked up towards Xia Qinghai with a smile, and while speaking, he took a long time to pull a few people lying on the pile of corpses to his side with source power.

Xia Qinghai's complexion changed, and he forced himself to calm down: "How are you going?" ”

"Simple ......"

(End of chapter)