The third primordial old monster had no evenly matched opponents, and rushed into the low-level disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect to start a massacre.

Soon, a miserable cry sounded, and in one round, six or seven foundation building monks were killed, and even people and zombie puppets fell to the ground one after another.

"Hahaha......"

With a burst of laughter, the old monster shook off everyone and plunged into the valley array.

As a primordial old monster, he didn't know how many years he had lived, but he could naturally see clearly that this mountain protection array had long been damaged, and there was not much attack power at all.

Looking at the fluctuating weather around him, if there is an artifact born, it must be at the bend of this horseshoe valley, and the old monster believes that the principle of striking first and then shooting is not, and he does not care about supporting temporary partners, and goes directly towards the goal.

As soon as there was a move here, the others were not calm.

They weren't intimate partners, they were just temporarily put together to deal with the behemoth of the Corpse Refining Gate and fish for treasures, and now they couldn't stay stunned when they saw someone going down first.

Roar!

Mao Zhuang was the first to get angry.

Master, the White Witch Corpse King, and the others are strengthening the seal of the Yin Spring Spirit, and the task given to them is to block all the enemies who come to attack. If this is allowed to enter the Yinquan Cave, not to mention whether the master and his old man can handle it for the time being, his mission will definitely fail.

With a roar, he blasted Weng Qingyu away with a heavy blow, intending to chase after him.

Weng Qingyu didn't look in a hurry, with a cold smile on his face, and the imperial envoy flying sword unfolded the word wrapping trick and pulled Jiang Yan firmly. He is already in a dominant position, if he wants to entangle Jiang Yan, he can still do it.

Roar! Roar!

Jiang Yan was so anxious that he kept roaring, but he couldn't drag himself out, and even twice in a hurry, Weng Qingyu almost seized the opportunity to slash a sword on his neck.

Mao Zhuang's defense is strong, but if he is slashed by a sword in the neck by a master of Weng Qingyu's level, there is also a danger of falling.

Jiang Yan had no choice but to give up the chase and concentrate on dealing with Weng Qingyu.

Next to him, although Old Monster Qiu was trapped in the Twelve Corpse Gate Array, his divine sense was released, and the surrounding scene was in control of his heart.

When the old monster rushed to Horseshoe Valley, he was also startled, lest he had been busy for a long time, but he had made wedding clothes for others.

These twelve corpse sect arrays are very powerful, but the cooperation between these twelve monks is not good. Especially the Jindan stage monk, although his strength is the highest, his tacit understanding with the other eleven people is much worse.

It is precisely because of this that there is a flaw left in this corpse gate array.

Just when Qiu Laowei was wondering whether to pay some price and break out of this big array, he suddenly found that Weng Qingyu was not only not in a hurry, but he was also pestering Jiang Yan and not letting Jiang Yan go down to support.

Wrong!

Old Monster Qiu immediately realized that the situation was wrong.

Weng Qingyu is not such a noble person, he spends his mana to entangle the most difficult one to deal with, and then let others take advantage of it?

That's impossible!

Although Qiu didn't understand what was going on, he decided to wait and see.

So, on the surface, he pretended to be in a hurry and tried to rush outward, but in fact, the attack did not increase, and the forty-nine divine needles flew over, but it was mainly defense.

Those Jindan monks weren't that smart.

When they saw someone fleeing first, their first thought was to follow closely, even if they couldn't eat meat, they had to get some soup to drink, and one by one they scrambled to offer the strongest attack, forcing their opponents to chase down.

Before he could do anything, he heard a bang in the valley.

Boom - followed by a scream, and a black shadow sprang up.

When you look at it, who is it not the old monster who just went down?

However, in the blink of an eye, he no longer had the smugness he had just now.

The clothes were extremely tattered, covered in blood, his hair was messy, and even a piece of his scalp was pulled off, and he looked so embarrassed and embarrassed, if it wasn't for the breath, everyone wouldn't even want to believe that this was the old monster.

"If you dare to challenge the majesty of my corpse refining gate, then let's stay!"

The old man's voice rumbled, echoing above the valley.

A figure flashed, and it had caught up with the fleeing infant old monster, and its thick and burly body smashed down with a heavy fist.

Boom - the unlucky old monster didn't even have room to fight back, and was smashed to the ground like a meteor, and the dust mixed with stone chips flew, and the dust settled, and a big pit appeared in everyone's eyes.

And the old monster was lying face down in the pit, his back was sunken, covered in blood, and only occasionally moved his fingers, proving that his vitality had not yet dissipated.

The White Witch Corpse King, worthy of being the left protector of the Corpse Refining Gate, the existence of the Great Perfection of Mao Zhuang, as soon as he made a move, he directly killed a primordial infant old monster of the same level, and the sound shook on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the monks who had originally had the upper hand had already fallen into disadvantage in terms of momentum and strength.

Old Monster Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said that he was fortunate to have noticed it early, otherwise, if he suddenly bumped into the killing god of the White Witch Corpse King, even if it was himself, I am afraid that the situation would not be much better.

Only Weng Qingyu smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if everything was expected.

Weng Qingyu, you really have you! A few days ago, you had a battle, and before you could fight a good time, your turtle son fled! Now it's just a battle!"

The White Witch Corpse King said, with a flick of his fingers, a black light flashed, and there was already a thick black iron long stick in his hand.

"Stand down!"

The White Witch Corpse King shouted, waved his wings behind him, and rushed towards Weng Qingyu.

Jiang Yan was not strong, and he wanted to retreat in response.

Weng Qingyu's eyes were cold, and he didn't see any movement, a bright light flashed, and he shot towards Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan made up his mind to retreat, and he was confident that his defense was strong, and the general attack couldn't help him, so he didn't take it too seriously, his arm strength skyrocketed, and his big fist was about to smash it against the bright light.

But seeing that the White Witch Corpse King's face changed suddenly, he shouted:

"Get out of the way!"

The shouts go straight to the soul.

Jiang Yan has cultivated the obedience to his master's orders over the years, and without even thinking about what is going on, he stepped on the banana leaves under his feet, and his body exploded backwards.

But, it's late!

The speed of the bright light was even faster, and it was already in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yan was helpless, so he could only blast out with one punch.

Burst!

There was no sound of impact, only a brisk sound of entering the flesh, and the streamer almost did not stop, instantly encircling Jiang Yan's neck and turning into a silver collar with sharp edges.

Shrink, cut!

Half of the arm, accompanied by a head, both rolled down, and the heavy black shadow fell to the ground.

But it was the silver collar that directly cut off Jiang Yan's arm, and then wrapped around his neck, cutting off his head.

Mao stiff will fall!

The dignified and stiff body, in front of this silver collar, there is no room to resist, and breaking the defense is as simple as cutting tofu.

"Roar!"

The White Witch Corpse King roared with shock in anger.

"Immortal Circle!"

"You actually have an immortal slashing circle!"

"Could it be that your Heavenly Imperial Sect has already designated you as the next head?"

It is said that even the real immortal gods in the sky can be killed, hence the name.

The treasures used by cultivators can be divided into magic weapons, magic weapons, immortal weapons, and artifacts from low to high.

Among them, the artifact belongs to the legendary existence, even if it is a famous faction in the cultivation world, if you get an artifact, it will be regarded as the treasure of the town faction.

The most powerful weapon in the world is the immortal weapon.

And this immortal slashing circle is a famous immortal weapon in the cultivation realm, and it is one of the treasures of the three sects and four factions of the Zhongtian Imperial Sect, and only the heads or heirs of the heads of the past dynasties can be qualified to carry them.

Now that Weng Qingyu suddenly took it out, his identity was about to be revealed.

Next to him, Old Monster Qiu was in the Twelve Corpse Gate Array, but he could see the surrounding scene clearly, and he was secretly shocked in his heart.

No wonder this Weng Qingyu looks confident, it turns out that he actually has such an immortal weapon.

At this time, he had long since stopped the idea of competing for the birth artifact here, and secretly regretted coming over to wade into this troubled water.

With Weng Qingyu's ruthlessness and viciousness, it would be good if he could keep his whole body out.

...... "Haha! White Witch Corpse King, you have a vision. Yes, the deity is the next head of my Heavenly Imperial Sect. ”

Weng Qingyu had a smug smile on his face.

"Originally, I didn't want to expose this hole card, otherwise, you should have returned to heaven a few months ago! Today, let me see, is it your White Witch Corpse King's ** defense is strong, or my immortal circle is powerful. ”

The White Witch Corpse King had a solemn look on his face.

Chop the immortal circle, the immortal weapon is sharp!

He is famous all over the fairy world!

Even if he is as powerful as the White Witch Corpse King, there is still a danger of falling under the slightest carelessness.

At this time, he had long been unable to care about the tragic death of his beloved disciple, his arms were knotted, and the black iron rod in his hand was clenched, and his muscles were tense, and he was as strong as a blind bear.

His eyes were red, and his hideous face stared at Weng Qingyu.

The black iron rod in his hand is not an ordinary weapon, but he is really not sure whether he can block the immortal cutting circle.

Shout!

Weng Qingyu refused to directly sacrifice the immortal slashing circle, but instead made the natal magic weapon flying sword, and turned into a starry sky and shot away.

At the same time with a playful smile on his face.

"Humph!"

The White Witch Corpse King snorted coldly, waved his wings behind him, and waved the black iron rod in his hand.

Ding Ding Ding - Immediately, the sky was filled with a crisp clash, almost ringing out.

The wings behind the White Witch Corpse King kept flashing, and his body turned into arcs, and he didn't dare to stay even for a moment, for fear of being accidentally locked by the Immortal Cutting Circle.

On the other hand, Weng Qingyu is much more relaxed.

Originally, his strength was slightly inferior to that of the White Witch Corpse King, but the White Witch Corpse King did not have the means to kill him with one blow.

Therefore, Weng Qingyu could let go of the attack without any scruples, but the White Witch Corpse King had to look forward and backward.

Under the advantages of one and the other, it didn't take a moment to fight, Weng Qingyu hit the more smoothly he fought, and the flying sword slashed the White Witch Corpse King several times, although it did not break the defense, but it also caused a certain amount of trauma to him.

(To be continued)