Qin Yifan thought that with Qin Xiaoling's thousand-year-old Yin Corpse's innate escape technique, even if he couldn't beat it, he would be restrained by that monk, and he should be able to run. As long as Qin Yifan and Lin Qiulu can drag on for a while, even if the two want to chase, there will be no chance.

Although the resentment on Qin Xiaoling's head may be an obvious sign, as long as she runs back to the Fist Seal Lake, with the evil aura there, there will be no problem. So far, even the person who survived the tribulation has died there, Qin Yifan doesn't believe it, and there are people who have a higher cultivation level than that person.

However, it is obvious that Qin Yifan underestimated Qin Xiaoling's dependence and trust on him, and also underestimated the righteousness that Qin Xiaoling showed in such a situation.

"No!" this time there was only one word, which didn't seem so choppy and felt very fluent. But Qin Xiaoling's opening to speak obviously frightened the monk Lao Dao, the zombies who can speak are at least more than a thousand years old, if they really go crazy, although the two of them can be spared, but all the people here will inevitably be ruined.

"Evil obstacles, Hugh is rampant!" Lao Dao was obviously a little anxious. In a vertical body, the person was already in the air not far away, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed down: "Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law, duh!"

The ground seemed to suddenly shine brightly, and inexplicable patterns flashed in circles and then condensed in an instant. Just by looking at it with the naked eye, you can also find that the ground has undergone obvious changes, and the most striking thing is that it seems that the whole ground has been condensed into a piece, like gold and not gold, like jade and not jade, and there is no material for the time being.

Although Qin Yifan had vaguely heard of all kinds of Taoism, this was the first time he had seen such a thing. There is no need to ask, it is obvious that this hand is aimed at Qin Xiaoling, the innate escape method of the thousand-year-old Yin corpse, the earth escape and the gold escape have lost their medium, even if they want to run, there is no way.

"Amitabha!" A grand Buddha name seemed to emerge from the bottom of people's hearts, and the monk next to him bowed his head with one hand on his chest and took a step forward: "The poor monk will live in bliss for you!" As he spoke, the Buddha's light on his body was faint, and he was peaceful and comfortable.

"How can you decide the life and death of others?" Qin Yifan shouted, knowing that he was invincible, but he still rushed forward. From Lin Qiulu and the Dragon Commander, it could be vaguely felt that no matter how high their Dao method was, before they reached the realm of no one, their physical strength still did not reach the point where the sword was harmless, at best, it was a little better than ordinary people, but it was also limited. In this regard, there is really no way to compare a cultivator with a person who practices martial arts.

Lin Qiulu didn't say a word but was not willing to lag behind, Qin Yifan and her body pounced, and her flying sword was also issued, and the target was the old Taoist priest in the air.

Speaking of jealousy, hatred is not a vicious bad person, but indiscriminately leading people into crime is that there is some right and wrong. Qin Yifan is most annoyed by such a person, the things in the world cannot be summarized by a simple right or wrong, but the two seemingly masters in front of him are such simple ideas. Seeing that Qin Xiaoling was a zombie, he instinctively felt that she was evil, and when he found that his resentment was rushing, he was naturally indignant. It's just that there is no distinction between red and white, and he doesn't ask about right and wrong, but he really can't have these two words.

The old way in the air obviously would not let Lin Qiulu succeed, and with a wave of his hand, a ray of light flew out of his hand, hitting Lin Qiulu's flying sword. The two hatchbacks collided in the air, and a burst of sparks appeared.

At the same time, Qin Yifan's figure had already reached the monk's side, but the monk's hands were folded, and his body did not move, but a transparent barrier seemed to suddenly appear around him. Qin Yifan carried a punch with no Tao's internal force and slammed it on the barrier.

"Hum", a low bell came out when the palm force was solid, and the brilliance around the monk flashed away, and it was clearly an inverted bell, which firmly covered the monk in it.

"Golden bell jar?" The first thing that came to Qin Yifan's mind was this kind of kung fu. A very outstanding kind of horizontal practice kung fu in martial arts is also carried forward from the hands of monks. Unexpectedly, this monk seems to be soft and has no internal strength, but he actually has such a means.

In the midst of panic, there was a sudden burst of strength from his hand, and his heart was in a hurry, and his feet took root, so he stood in place. Unexpectedly, this force was so great, it was not inferior to Qin Xiaoling's punch, and her body involuntarily flew sideways and fell far away. Fortunately, he was in the air but did not lose control, and when he landed, he only took a few steps back and was not injured.

But the monk didn't seem to feel well, his body shook for a while, and his face turned pale suddenly, but he soon returned to normal.

Qin Xiaoling next to her somehow stood in place, stupidly not moving. Neither ran nor came up to help Qin Yifan and Lin Qiulu attack, covered in black veil, no one could see her expression, I really didn't know what I was thinking.

"Xiaoling, what are you doing, give me the knife, attack!" With a loud shout, Qin Yifan hurriedly rushed to Qin Xiaoling's side. It is really a bit nondescript to put a kitchen knife on his waist, so most of the time, Qin Yifan's knife is carried by Qin Xiaoling.

This time, Qin Xiaoling did not slack off, and directly took it out and handed it to Qin Yifan. With the knife in hand, Qin Yifan was no longer afraid, and his confidence in his heart increased greatly, even if the monk's golden bell jar had been cultivated to the transformation realm, Qin Yifan would cut it open with a knife.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of danger on his side, and the cold hairs all over his body seemed to stand up, Qin Yifan couldn't care about any more work, and the knife in his hand was horizontal, quickly blocking the side of his body.

"Ding", a crisp crashing sound, accompanied by a surprised "huh" sound from the Taoist priest, the brilliance that suddenly flashed around Qin Yifan flashed away again. Qin Yifan only felt that the knife in his hand was hit hard, and the force was incomparably great. However, compared to the rebound just now, it is still slightly inferior.

But then, it didn't seem to be as easy as it was just now, and I felt that there was a whirring wind around me, as if there were countless weapons attacking me, which was even better than the competition with Mr. Li. If the other party is not a cultivator, he can use his heart to control the sword, Qin Yifan can't believe it, is there anyone in this world who can attack faster than Mr. Li?

In order to protect himself, Qin Yifan could only wave the kitchen knife through the wind and rain, and there was a continuous sound of clanging around his body. The old man in mid-air was surprised, he never thought that a person who practiced martial arts could cultivate martial arts to such an extent that he could block such a crazy attack like a storm.

"Old friend, I'm going to overtake that zombie right away!" the Taoist priest saw that something was wrong. For Lin Qiulu, a person who knows the sect, he is still merciful, and all the attacks just entangle Lin Qiulu and have no time to care about him.

For Qin Yifan, they originally wanted to restrain it, but after a blow, they found that Qin Yifan was not as easy as they imagined. A series of attacks turned out to be helpless against Qin Yifan in a moment. After all, Qin Yifan still has the identity of a chaplain, and the Taoist priest doesn't want to do too much, so he can only urge the monk to hurry up.

But obviously, Qin Yifan's tenacity was unexpected, making him so distracted and attacking Lin Qiulu and Qin Yifan at the same time, he couldn't pull out for a while.

The monk's hands were right, his eyes were wide open, and suddenly a Buddha light seemed to burst out, enveloping Qin Xiaoling violently. is so eye-catching, even Qin Yifan and Lin Qiulu in the struggle can see it clearly.

Although I don't know what the power of the Buddha light is, I can still think of what the result is with the toes of the dead body against the Buddha light. Qin Xiaoling didn't seem to react, silently watching the Buddha's light enveloping her.

Qin Yifan's eyes were cracked when he watched from the side, and Lin Qiulu's side was also wide-eyed. Suddenly, Qin Yifan shouted violently, ignoring the invisible attacks around him, he suddenly gave up his defense, and rushed towards Qin Xiaoling like electricity.

Almost at the same time that Qin Yifan gave up his defense, a piece of blood that was inches long appeared all over his body at the same time, and the blood came out like a small fountain when Qin Yifan's whole body was in full swing and full of qi and blood, and in a blink of an eye, his whole body was blood red.

However, Qin Yifan didn't seem to feel pain at all, and quickly pounced on Qin Xiaoling's side. Reaching out and pushing hard, Qin Xiaoling's stunned figure was pushed away violently. The Buddha's light just happened to be dangling at this time, directly enveloping Qin Yifan.

Maybe the monk is really a monk with a way, and this Buddha shines on Qin Yifan's body, and there is no pain in the slightest. The whole body seems to be shrouded in warm water, and it is very comfortable. Because of the Buddha's light, the wounds that suddenly burst on the body just now were also relaxed, and the bleeding stopped instantly, and there were vague signs of closing. Speaking of which, it's really a bit of a blessing in disguise.

It's just that the sight of Qin Yifan being covered in blood is an unbearable reverse scale in Qin Xiaoling's eyes. Qin Yifan risked her life to push Qin Xiaoling away, and also recalled all her thoughts in a daze.

Like a huge explosive that had been ignited, Qin Xiaoling's eyes immediately turned blood-red, and a dead aura containing endless resentment like a substance suddenly exploded. Through the black veil covering his body, he could feel the crazy pressure that burst out of Qin Xiaoling's body inside.

And when Qin Yifan pushed Qin Xiaoling away just now, the blood on his hand inevitably touched Qin Xiaoling's black veil. With Qin Xiaoling's rage, the entire black yarn seemed to come to life, absorbing Qin Yifan's blood in an instant. Immediately, the black veil was mixed with blood, stretching out overwhelmingly, enveloping everyone.

The sky instantly became dark, and there was hardly any light. The only thing I could see was two translucent eyes, flashing with a strange red light.

"Hundred Ghost Nightwalkers!" A voice that almost collapsed suddenly sounded, and it was indescribably terrifying.

(To be continued)