"Senior Brother Zhao!" The eight people behind him were stunned and shouted one after another.

Besieged by forty white-eyed zombies in a state of rage, the result is unknown, everyone seems to be able to see the tragic scene of Zhao Qing's torn flesh and blood, and they can't bear to look at it anymore.

The Avatar Realm disciple of Yang Jinfeng gritted his teeth, struggled to prostrate his body, struggled to stand up, and roared angrily with the last trace of strength: "Bastard!" With one arm raised, he staggered out a finger, the finger light was faint and invisible, and even a trace of sharp energy did not burst out, and it directly dissipated into the void.

The disciple's face suddenly turned pale, and the whole person fell straight to the sky, and a sullen breath in his chest surged up, and "wow" spurted out, turning into a little blood and imprinted on the robe, which was dazzling.

A helpless smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of one of the disciples of the Great Lei Peak, and he shook his head and said, "That's it, it's just that, it seems that the heavens will die and we will wait!"

"Heh, it's just that I didn't expect to die at the hands of zombies, how ridiculous!" the other disciple had a bitter face, a look of despair.

"Even if I die, I'm going to pull these damn things to bury a few!"

"Yes, even if you blow up the golden pill by yourself, it is better to break your body and bones than to die under the claws of these evil creatures!" The other disciple clenched his fists, and the resolute death intent in his eyes turned into a rolling murderous aura, and a fearless momentum was revealed.

Cultivators in the Jindan realm, even if they are seriously injured and dying, they still have the last trick to die together, and the end of the self-detonation of the Jindan is to be crushed on the spot, and the gods are destroyed, but the power of the Jindan when it explodes is huge, even the raging white-eyed zombies can't afford it, and the self-explosion attack of a Jindan cultivator can at least pull down four white-eyed zombies to be buried.

The eight people knew that there was no hope of survival, but they looked down on life and death at this moment, and would rather break their bones than pull a few white-eyed zombies to be buried with their determination, with incomparably huge power, as if the only light that life could burst out at the end, but behind this dazzling light is probably an extremely heavy price.

But at this moment, no one cared, the eight of them looked at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter, laughter penetrated the desolate and strange night sky, revealing a palpitating power.

Zhao Qing, who was besieged by forty white-eyed zombies, naturally understood his fate, but he didn't have time to think about it, although those corpse claws with terrifying power had not yet fallen on his body, but the fierce corpse qi had already rushed into his mind.

This corpse qi turned into an incomparably sharp stinger, ignoring Zhao Qing's weak resistance power, and directly broke into Zhao Qing's mind, stirring up a bloody mountain of corpses and a sea of blood manifested in Zhao Qing's heart.

It was an ancient heaven and earth that did not know how long it was, the sky of the nine heavens was a terrible and bewitching scarlet, the violent yin wind in the void swept the sky and the blood rain fell one after another, and there was a surging endless sea of blood everywhere, extending to the end of the heaven and earth, and I don't know how wide the scope was suffering.

Every blood-colored giant wave can rise to a height of dozens of zhang, making a roaring sound that shocks the sky, and hundreds of millions of dry bones rise and fall in the sea of blood, as if they are roaring fiercely in the sea of blood, almost wanting to break free from the shackles of the sea of blood, in the void above the blood-colored ocean, layers of souls are roaring in the sky, with their roar piercing the sky, the sea of blood below is surging more violently, as if to rush to the top of the nine heavens, forming a terrifying trend of blood waves.

Although this is just a picture, the yin power emitted in it hit Zhao Qing's mind fiercely, like a pair of terrifying ghost hands that want to directly tear apart Zhao Qing's soul.

The essence in Zhao Qing's eyes was even more sluggish, and under the shock of his heart, a mouthful of blood spurted out again.

Wu, at the moment when Zhao Qing's mental defense line was about to be lost and fell into a catastrophe, in the depths of the endless soul divine sea, a powerful golden light rushed out, this golden light seemed to penetrate Zhao Qing's body, and the brilliant divine light shone through, revealing an immeasurable majestic momentum.

What followed was a huge dragon groan, although all this happened in Zhao Qing's soul, but this grand and mighty dragon chant seemed to spread all over the world, up to the nine clouds and heavens, down to the nine netherworlds, attracting endless wind and clouds to converge, and the place where the rumbling sky power fell Zhao Qing's mind, and suddenly dispersed the terrifying picture of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood.

The dazzling golden light was like a layer of flowing water, firmly sealing Zhao Qing's soul, and all the fierce yin qi that invaded Zhao Qing's body was expelled by a huge dragon qi, and the cleansing Lingtai heart was ethereal.

This is the dragon ball hidden in the depths of Zhao Qing's soul, usually no matter how Zhao Qing senses, he can't summon the slightest trace of dragon qi, but at this moment of life and death, this weird dragon ball that came out of nowhere spontaneously gushed out a pure dragon qi, helping Zhao Qing expel the fierce yin qi in his body.

Wherever the golden light went, the gray mist hovering in the depths of the soul all dispersed, and a huge golden divine dragon true shadow covered it, followed by thousands of divine lights, illuminating Zhao Qing's soul into a golden ocean, and a huge dragon roar continued, startling the monstrous golden dragon qi waves.

However, this vision happened in Zhao Qing's soul, and no one could notice the slightest abnormality except himself, otherwise he didn't know how many people's attention would be aroused.

Zhao Qing smiled bitterly, this pure dragon qi contains infinite power, but after helping Zhao Qing to dispel the fierce yin qi that crushed his mind at this moment, there was no movement at all, but it was silently manifested in Zhao Qing's soul, and there was no trace of power transmitted to Zhao Qing, so although Zhao Qing resolved the crisis of dispersing his mind, his body was still empty, and the serious internal injuries did not improve at all.

The most serious crisis did not help Zhao Qing resolve it, Zhao Qing was still on the verge of death, and even Zhao Qing had already asked that the rotten aura was imminent, almost rushing into his chest.

Just when Zhao Qing was disappointed again, a red fire divine light rushed out of the golden ocean in the sky, and wisps of rich blazing divine fire bloomed in the void, and thousands of flames exploded in all directions, and a sharp edge was unstoppably manifested into a clear image.

This is a red spear, there is a raging fire flying around the spear, the void in the depths of Zhao Qing's soul cracks inch by inch, and in an instant, the red fire divine light reverses and strikes, turning into a red lightning and disappearing in Zhao Qing's soul.

Zhao Qing was taken aback, this divine spear was still a remnant of the old man in the red robe, it was a divine weapon conceived by a half-step demon king, containing the true power of the Demon Fire Dao and infinite power, but after being ingested into Zhao Qing's body, there was no movement, and it was not called by Zhao Qing's will, otherwise Zhao Qing would not have used such a domineering weapon at the beginning, and did not hesitate to spend such a huge amount of true power.

This is just at this moment, this demon clan's divine weapon actually rushed out of Zhao Qing's soul on its own, manifesting in the void of the outside world, between which a red fire light tore through the rolling corpse qi, and the amazing flames fell down like an overwhelming place, and countless sparks sputtered, turning into a sea of fire and condensing around Zhao Qing.

This demon clan divine weapon is a half-step demon king's thing, it is a high-grade spiritual treasure, the entire body of the spear turned into a crystal clear fire jade, a thin flame essence light as a hair runs through the front and back of the gun body, the tip of the spear is sharp, swallowing a terrible blazing high temperature, although it is not as terrifying as Zhao Qing's sun true fire, but it is also extraordinary, the flames are raging in the void, and the sea of fire on that side moves in the void, melting through all the pitch-black corpse qi that is forcing into Zhao Qing.

Several white-eyed zombies were swept up by the sudden sea of fire, and they didn't even let out a residual howl, and they all melted into a little bit of ashes, although the white-eyed zombies that fell into a rage were very terrifying, but the essence of their innate restraint by thunder and fire has not changed, but the resistance has increased slightly.

But the power of this demon clan divine weapon at this moment can be called immeasurable, the raging demon fire circulates around, the area of that sea of fire is getting bigger and bigger, the power of the demon fire that rises in the void is getting stronger and stronger, and under the raging high temperature, the countless sand and gravel underground are burned red and bright, and there is a faint potential to transform into magma, which shows the horror of its temperature.

The surging flames suddenly rolled upside down and set off a blazing wind, shaking back a few steps from all the white-eyed zombies who were close to Zhao Qing, and the power of the Fire Avenue would fall in the void, and the bright fire almost enveloped the figures of Zhao Qing and the other nine people, making all the white-eyed zombies who were roaring furiously not dare to approach half a step.

The spear was blazing, standing straight to the sky and suspended in front of Zhao Qing's eyes, the tip of the spear showed a sharp aura, and there was a faint long phantom fluttering in the firelight.

The shape of this faint phantom is like a dragon and not a dragon, like a Jiao and not a Jiao, but it looks extremely similar, the only difference is that its head does not have dragon horns manifested, and in the middle of its slender body, a pair of wide flame divine wings are constantly flapping the void, and the countless waves of fire are inspired by these pair of divine wings.

The two horns are dragons, the single horns are Jiao, and those who have no horns and wings on their backs can be called 'mantises', which is a kind of powerful demon race, which is a different species handed down from ancient times, with unimaginable demon power.

Zhao Qing could see at a glance that this should be a wisp of the spirit surname brand of the old man in the red robe, this demon clan divine weapon is the spiritual treasure he bred, and there will naturally be a phantom of his imprinted spirit surname in it, with this wisp of branding, Zhao Qing will not be able to use this magic weapon.

The last time Zhao Qing erased it with the true fire of the sun, it was just a stream of its own spirit surname that was about to be born from this high-grade divine soldier, which was an indispensable step to advance to become a spiritual level treasure, but the imprint left by the red-robed old man Zhao Qing could not be erased, and only when Zhao Qing said that his cultivation was on par with the red-robed old man could he forcibly kill him, and there was no other way to do the rest.

It is precisely because of the existence of this imprint that although this magic spear is now owned by Zhao Qing, it is not called by Zhao Qing, it is just a divine weapon with no real combat power.

But at this moment, this divine soldier that is not under Zhao Qing's control is breaking Zhao Qing's soul on its own, and he is the victim of the white-eyed zombie at the moment, all this, Zhao Qing was surprised in his heart, he knew that this divine spear was not under his control, so at this moment, was his own protector caused by the spiritual surname of the divine spear itself, or was it affected by some other factors?

Zhao Qing didn't know anything about these situations, but at this moment, Zhao Qing didn't want to know the reason, as long as the spear could protect Zhao Qing, other things could be slowly investigated in the future.

Seeing a red fire spear appear in front of Zhao Qing's eyes, forcing all the white-eyed zombies to retreat, and resolving the crisis for Zhao Qing, the eight people behind him were once again shocked and speechless, the deepest understanding of the fire aura between heaven and earth was the two disciples of the karmic fire peak, and the purity and majesty of the fire aura that overflowed in the void made them feel frightened!

"My God, it's so rich in fire aura, it's comparable to the purity of the Karma Fire Peak!" said a disciple of the Karma Fire Peak in a daze.

"It's not much better than the aura of the 'Hundred Beast Yan Wang Ding', it's a spiritual level treasure, where did this Zhao Qing get such a magic weapon?"

"This flame spear alone can suppress many disciples of our Ye Fire Peak, this Zhao Qing is really a strange talent that is not encountered on the Mixed Earth Peak!"

"No wonder this person should say that Min Xingyuan, who is fighting the Great Thunder Peak with the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Golden Pill, really has some means!" a disciple of Yang Jinfeng muttered, after saying it, Fang Jue felt that something was wrong, and looked sideways at the disciple of the Great Thunder Peak beside him.

Fortunately, the two Great Lei Feng disciples were also in extreme shock at this moment, and they didn't hear the strangeness in their words, which made Yang Jinfeng's disciples breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't have the courage of Zhao Qing to dare to offend the Great Lei Feng disciples.

At this time, a thunderous shout came from the dark night: "He Fangxiao is small, dare to bully my Haoyun disciple!"

A hundred-zhang long sharp light burst out of the air, fiercely sweeping the corpse cloud evil qi in the sky, and the fierce hundred-zhang sharp energy surged out of the furious Zhengang, rushing all the way, almost everywhere the void was derived into a huge Jinxing Dao momentum.

The edge of this true strength was distorted white light smoke because of the speed, and the sharp and piercing roar of breaking the sky pierced the void, and the momentum was extremely terrifying, like a divine light from the sky, penetrating a void road.

That loud shout reverberated in the void, like bursts of thunder shattering the sky, and it was especially clear and audible when it was transmitted hundreds of miles away, and it could be seen how strong the anger in the hearts of the people was.