The White Witch Corpse King secretly said in his heart that it was not good, if he continued to fight like this, even if Weng Qingyu did not sacrifice the immortal slashing circle, he might entangle himself to death if he was just a natal flying sword.

The retreat in my heart sprouts.

The Divine Consciousness spread out, paying attention to the situation around him.

As for the other disciples, they can't take care of it for the time being.

If there was no Immortal Cutting Circle, even if the White Witch Corpse King failed, he would have found a way to let the ordinary disciples of the rudder transfer away first.

However, the immortal slashing circle really made him jealous.

If you let ordinary disciples go first now, your intentions will be exposed, and you may not be able to go.

It is true that the White Witch Corpse King is the left protector of the Corpse Refining Gate, but what he cares more about is his long life.

Of course, there is one person who cannot be left behind no matter what.

The divine consciousness swept over, the stone door of the No. 36 cultivation room was closed, the room was hazy, the divine consciousness was blocked, and I didn't know what the little wandering corpse - no, it should be purple zombie - was doing now.

Zhou Xingwen and the three of them loyally guarded at the gate of the stone gate, not disturbed by the fighting in the outside world, and it seemed that there was no accident.

The White Witch Corpse King calculated in his heart that he would rush to the cultivation room, take Zhang Yang and then escape again.

Pick up the black iron rod and smash the flying sword with a stick. With a wave of wings behind his back, the White Witch Corpse King's body flashed, and he plunged into the Horseshoe Valley and headed towards the direction of the cultivation room.

Weng Qingyu's eyes flickered with a cold light, although he didn't know the intention of the White Witch Corpse King to suddenly flee to the valley, but whatever the enemy wanted to do, he would stop it, which was always right.

In the moment of a thought, the immortal circle was sacrificed.

Shout!

A white light flashed, heading straight for the White Witch Corpse King.

The White Witch Corpse King's eyes widened instantly.

Although I have long heard of the prestige of the Immortal Cutting Circle, although I have just seen the sharpness of the Immortal Cutting Circle...... However, only when you are immersed in the scene, do you know how terrifying the power of the immortal weapon is!

The moment he was locked, a chill rose from his heart, and the trembling feeling seemed to make his heart tremble.

The White Witch Corpse King has a hunch, no matter how he dodges, he can't avoid this immortal circle, and only by colliding hard against hard and blocking the immortal circle is the only way to survive.

Before I had time to think about it, the white light had arrived in front of me.

The White Witch Corpse King's whole body burst out, and the black iron rod was picked up and smashed down, while his body twisted and dodged hard.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, the White Witch Corpse King only felt the black iron rod in his hand light, and secretly said bad in his heart.

The next moment, a flash of white light.

Burst!

With a bang, viscous blood splattered, and the arms that had been thick flew up in the air.

The black iron rod is not a mortal thing in the end, although it can't stop the immortal circle, but at the same time as it is damaged, it makes the immortal circle stagnate, and the direction is smashed, not coming towards the neck, and it covers the arm.

The White Witch Corpse King lost an arm, but he saved his life.

At this moment, he didn't dare to do anything anymore, the secret method was activated, his body spurted out a ball of blood light, the wings behind him suddenly turned blood red, and with a violent wave, the whole person turned into a streamer, and in an instant it was dozens of miles away, and then with a wave, he quickly fled into the distance.

As for Zhang Yang and the disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect, they didn't care about it.

The little zombie's skills were very interesting to the White Witch Corpse King, but everything was scum compared to the long-standing surname.

Weng Qingyu took back the immortal slashing circle, and it was too late to make a second move, and the White Witch Corpse King had already fled dozens of miles away, leaving only a back.

"It's a shame I didn't kill you!"

Weng Qingyu shook his head regretfully.

The other disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect around were beheaded when they saw Elder Yan in front of him, and even the Left-Protector Lord, who was powerful and had an invincible God of War in the eyes of all the disciples, was cut off with one of his arms cut off and fled in embarrassment...... At this time, they still had the heart to resist, and one by one they set up a light and fled quickly.

In the first-line gorge, dozens of streamers scattered and fled, and some Qi Refining Stage cultivators were rushing on the ground, but the disciples who stayed behind got the news and began to flee.

Weng Qingyu snorted coldly, he was the only one, and he didn't bother to chase and kill.

What's more, his divine sense spread out, and he immediately sensed that in the direction of the corner of Horseshoe Valley, a violent aura was extremely violent, which should be the culprit that caused the surrounding aura to leak out.

In other words, if it was an artifact, it had not been transferred by the people of the Corpse Refining Sect, and it was pointless to hunt down those ordinary disciples.

Weng Qingyu nodded with satisfaction, and turned to Qiu Laowei and several other Jindan period monks next to him and asked:

"What's the matter, do you fellow Daoists still want to compete with Weng and compete for the ownership of the thing below?"

Qiu Lao Wei was stunned for a moment, and a smile quickly appeared on his face:

Weng Daoyou laughed. Treasures are born, and they have always been lived by virtuous people, and it is most appropriate to return them to Taoist friends. In the next few days, I have some experience in the relics of the immortal war, and I have to hurry back to the mountain to retreat. Take the first step, you don't have to send it!"

After speaking, without waiting for Weng Qingyu's answer, he set up a retreat and left immediately.

Seeing this, the other Jindan monks didn't know what to do? One by one, they said goodbye and fled.

In the blink of an eye, the entire U-shaped valley and above became empty, leaving only a small black dot in the sky, which was Weng Qingyu.

"Hahaha......"

Weng Qingyu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

Thinking about the majesty just now, with the strength of one person, he killed Mao Zombie and killed the famous White Witch Corpse King in the cultivation realm, causing a person who split the rudder of the Corpse Refining Sect to flee in embarrassment...... In the face of treasures, it also made Weng Laowei and many other monks of the same level not even dare to fight for themselves...... All of this is simply very enjoyable.

"The White Witch Corpse King fled in embarrassment, and he will definitely go to the Corpse Refining Gate for help. Fortunately, I have already reported to my master, so I will not be afraid of him. ”

"Besides, I have a circle of slashing immortals, and there is no opponent below the Yuan infant stage. Even if it's a weaker god stage monster, I'm not without the strength to fight. ”

Weng Qingyu only felt high-spirited, and with the immortal circle, he didn't take the world in his eyes.

Suddenly, in the cave above the ground, there was a melodious whistling.

Boom - a bang.

The mountain shook violently, and countless rubbles fell.

Weng Qingyu frowned.

"Hmm, isn't it an artifact, but a monster?"

"To be able to exude such a powerful Yin and Cold Origin power, what kind of powerful demon beast should this be?"

Weng Qingyu looked at the gray mist floating in the sky, pondered for a moment, turned into a light and walked towards the cave where the howling sound came from.

He saw with his own eyes countless corpse refining sect disciples escaping from this cave, even if there were demon beasts here, they were also trapped demon beasts, and they would not cause harm to themselves.

He has this self-confidence.

...... Hundreds of miles away.

The White Witch Corpse King was covered in blood, and the green fluff was stuck together, and he looked badly injured. What's more, his breath was sluggish, and he escaped with a secret technique for the last time, causing him far more damage than his broken arm.

Looking down at the wound, the thick, purple blood was still slowly flowing out.

The White Witch Corpse King's brow furrowed.

"The Immortal Cutting Circle is really extraordinary. If the injury is usually injured, the wound will heal on its own by this time, and new flesh should have grown. ”

"But looking at the wound cut by the immortal circle, it is difficult to heal. ”

As he spoke, he took out an elixir from the acceptance ring.

As soon as the pill was started, a cold aura spread out, dripping and spinning in the palm of his hand, with an incomparably pure appearance.

Tilt your head and take it down.

Soon, a strange energy, rich in the power of yin and cold, began to approach the wound, and slowly, slowly, the wound began to heal.

Seeing this, the White Witch Corpse King breathed a sigh of relief, looked in the direction of the U-shaped valley and said hatefully:

"Heavenly Imperial Sect!"

"Weng Qingyu!"

"I will definitely take revenge for this revenge!"

Think of the lost Yin Spring Spirit, and think of the little zombies that might help you advance...... The White Witch Corpse King is on the verge of madness.

Forcefully propped himself up, waved his wings behind his back, and fled in the direction of the corpse refining gate.

He's going back to his old master to move the rescuers!

...... Cultivation Room No. 36.

The stone door was locked from the inside, and although most of the protective magic array was damaged, it was impossible for a small foundation building monk to forcibly open it from the outside.

Therefore, when the Corpse Refining Gate was defeated and retreated, Zhou Xingwen and the others couldn't notify Zhang Yang.

In the end, the situation was urgent, and he had to flee on his own.

Now, Zhang Yang was in this forgotten corner, sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, his fingers stretched out, and a light blue ice flame continued to erupt, refining the bone wings suspended in front of him.

He's been in this position for hours.

The shaking of the mountain and the rolling of the stones did not disturb him.

Although it was the first time to refine the weapon, there was a superb guidance method like "Taiyin Refining Form: Refining Things", and Zhang Yang did it well.

What's more, the object being refined, this pair of bone wings, itself has an extremely close relationship with Zhang Yang, from the soul to the **, it is all flesh and blood, without a trace of resistance.

As long as Zhang Yang had a thought, the bone wings would be released, and he would wantonly accept the tempering of this ice flame.

Otherwise, with Zhang Yangzi's first-level strength, refining the lowest-level magic weapon would be a problem, let alone this pair of bone wings.

Of course, Zhang Yang doesn't care about any of this.

He only knew that with the tempering, a trace of dead qi was turning into gray mist escaping from the bone wings, and at the same time, some other impurities were also quenched.

The process is slow, but it is continuous.

This alone made Zhang Yang very pleased.

Temper!

Temper!

The golden feathers all fused in.

Occasionally, some unknown impurities fell from the mutton fat white jade-like bone wings, and the body became more and more pure, as if it was beginning to appear transparent.

The volume is also slowly shrinking in the tempering...... Due to the changes outside, the spirit of Yin Spring was close to getting out of trouble, and in the surrounding air, the power of Yin and cold seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, as if it was as viscous as substance, and every inch of Zhang Yang's body surface was frantically absorbed, transformed into mana, and then gathered to his fingers, turning into cold ice flames.

This kind of ice flame is a kind of contradictory existence, extremely cold and extremely hot, and it is a special practice for refining weapons recorded in the "Refining Chapter".

If it weren't for this environment, even if Zhang Yang was proficient in refining techniques, it would not be enough to support such a long period of tempering.

Under all the coincidental conditions, the first magic weapon refined by Zhang Yang took shape step by step......

(To be continued)