"Just two juniors in the Spirit Sea Realm, they dare to be presumptuous in front of the old man!" Mao Qianwu snorted coldly, and the skull gods above his head flashed with ghostly light, and countless ghosts appeared, attacking Zhou Heng and Sang Qingshan.

"Get out!" Zhou Heng roared with thunder, and the golden villain also roared and roared, slashing the black long sword and the purple heavenly dragon towards the ghost.

Puff, p

"Brother Zhou, is this person from the Yang family?" Sang Qingshan looked puzzled.

Everyone in the world knows that the Yang family has obtained the inheritance of the Ghost Corpse Sect, so Sang Qingshan immediately classified Mao Qianwu into the ranks of the Yang family, but he couldn't imagine that the Yang family had such a number one master!

Of course, every wealthy family has its own secrets, and although many masters are not well-known, they can suppress one side when they come out casually!

When they first walked the world to practice, they all used pseudonyms, as if they were loose cultivators, and these people were the family's secret weapon.

As he spoke, he let out a long roar, his hands fluttered out, and a giant python formed by spiritual power immediately appeared and slaughtered those ghosts.

Zhou Heng also went all out, and in the oscillation of the black sword, a series of black sword waterfalls were struck, and the purple dragon danced angrily, constantly burning the ghost, and said: "He is not from the Yang family, he is Mao Qianwu from the Mao family!"

"What, Mao family?" Sang Qingshan was startled, and the giant python was devoured by a group of ghosts, and it was covered in bruises in an instant. "How can the Mao family also have the inheritance of the Ghost Corpse Sect!" he was shocked. Almost unacceptable.

"Then I have to ask this old guy!" Zhou Heng made all his tricks, with eight-colored lotus, golden fists, purple dragons, and ice and snow all over the sky. But if there is a big realm, it will be suppressed to death.

"Hmph, dead people don't need to know so much!" Mao Qianwu was murderous. He confided the big secret to Zhou Heng before, so that Zhou Heng could be moved, and obediently follow him or directly hand over the inheritance of Sanyang Tianzun.

In his mind, immortality is what everyone dreams of, throwing out such a big temptation, how could Zhou Heng not take the bait? Not to mention Zhou Heng, even if there is a return of the Heavenly Venerable of the Transformation God Realm, he will also be moved when he hears Changsheng!

It's a pity that he underestimated Zhou Heng's ambition!

In Zhou Heng's opinion. He was definitely able to become an immortal after breaking into the realm of transforming gods, so why bother to do such a thing that lacked morality? Moreover, the Mao family almost killed Zhou Dinghai, which is unforgivable for Zhou Heng, and it is destined to be completely extinct!

Mao Qianwu's face was cold, since Zhou Heng was stubborn, then he could only kill him on the spot! Although this could not guarantee the inheritance of Sanyang Tianzun, the pagoda and sword were real, as long as Zhou Heng was killed, he could win it!

He slammed his hands out. The palms of both hands turned into a seven-headed snake, attacking and killing Zhou Heng and Sang Qingshan respectively.

Hydra!

This is the power of the bloodline of the Mao family, although they have somehow also obtained the inheritance of the Ghost Corpse Sect, but the power of the bloodline can be used as a martial art. Compared to Mao Yuheng's three-headed snake, the power of Mao Qianwu's bloodline is much stronger.

The seven-headed snake and the ghost shadow attacked Zhou Heng and Sang Qingshan at the same time.

"Brother Zhou. Let me be the main attack in this battle!" Sang Qingshan smiled proudly, "After the battle between you and Eagle Mountain Muyi." The gods are growing so fast that I am greedy to see them! Let me do this battle!"

Zhou Heng's black sword swirled, erasing the ghost of the Dao, and he also laughed and said, "Brother Sang, just please!"

"Two juniors, I don't know whether they are alive or dead!" Mao Qianwu was furious, could he be a fish in the vegetable market, and he was actually picked and picked by two juniors!

Sang Qingshan took out a helmet from the space magic weapon and put it on, it was a turquoise metal snake-headed helmet, but a corner was missing. When he put it on, the momentum of the whole person immediately rose exponentially, as if a Heavenly Venerable had reappeared from ancient times, full of great might.

"Spirit Snake Crown?" Mao Qianwu's eyes suddenly became hot, "I didn't expect the Spirit Snake Crown to fall into your hands, no wonder you formed the god of the Spirit Snake! Hahaha, my Mao family is the blood of the Hydra, this Spirit Snake Crown can play the most powerful role in the hands of my Mao family, hand it over to the old man!"

He temporarily left Zhou Heng, and the ghost shadow and the seven-headed snake all bombarded Sang Qingshan.

"Go!" Sang Qingshan's eyes lit up, his hands slashed, and a sharp energy swept out, turning into a knife peak, hundreds of zhang long, and slashed at Mao Qianwu.

Rumble!

The blade swept over, and the ghost and the seven-headed snake were all cut in two, and the remaining strength was not gone, and they did not enter the mountain wall, only to hear a loud noise, and the whole mountain was sliding down, as if the sky was about to fall!

"What a junior!" Mao Qianwu became more and more angry, his hands kept spinning, and the ghost and the seven-headed snake appeared again, his eyebrows and beards were open, and the gods on his head also grinned with a big skull mouth, and the evil light was great.

Bang!

Sang Qingshan fought with Mao Qianwu alone, and he was able to fight back and forth, without falling behind at all!

Zhou Heng simply stepped aside and became a spectator, and gradually realized in his heart.

The helmet that Sang Qingshan was wearing was obviously a treasure, but unlike ordinary peerless magic weapons that could meet the enemy on their own, it improved Sang Qingshan's own combat power!

This artifact is ineffective against ordinary warriors, as it can only be enhanced if you have a god yourself.

Sang Qingshan's spiritual power level has not changed, but the god is extremely active as if he has been beaten with chicken blood, and his combat power has been wildly improved, to the point where he can compete with the real fetal realm!

Zhou Heng frowned slightly, Sang Qingshan's combat power at this time is indeed strong, but there are also huge hidden worries, then persistence! How can there be a lot of strength in the world that can be obtained without hard work, Sang Qingshan's combat power at this time has soared, at the cost of overdrawing the future strength, in exchange for a big explosion in a short period of time!

If he can't defeat Mao Qianwu in a limited time, then there is no surprise that his situation will become extremely bad!

This guy is really desperate!

But it's one thing to dare to fight hard, but it's another thing to fight whose life is going to be lost! Since Mao Qianwu can block Sang Qingshan's current attack like a storm, then he can naturally support it until Sang Qingshan shows a state of incompetence and wins in one fell swoop!

In any case, Mao Qianwu is the strongest of the three, and the cultivation of the gestation realm is not blown out!

But the old guy's face was also quite ugly, and he was actually entangled by a junior in the Spirit Sea Realm and couldn't win, which made his old face shine, and he was so angry that he couldn't wait to slap Sang Qingshan to death with one palm to relieve his hatred!

Zhou Heng sighed on the side, it is really difficult to kill an ancestor of the Pregnancy Realm!

Before, he used his own body as bait, and was almost killed by Eagle Mountain Muzhi, so he lured the other party into the trap, Ling Tianjiu came out, and killed the other party under the sword!

He was secretly prepared, as soon as Sang Qingshan showed a state of decline, he would rush out of the gang to save people, and run away with a swift cloud streamer!

Sang Qingshan was able to stand out among the younger generation of Tianjiao and become one of the limited people who formed a god, naturally he had his superiority, his own combat talent was very powerful, plus the Sang family was also the top wealthy family of the Tianlong Emperor Dynasty, and the martial arts used were definitely the best.

When his strength was raised to the level of being able to compete with Mao Qianwu, he was like a peacock with wings outstretched, completely releasing his dazzling light.

However, how could Mao Qianwu be worse?

Who can enter the realm of pregnancy who is not a genius among geniuses?

Even if Sang Qingshan was able to compete with him in terms of strength, it was a dream to defeat this veteran Birth Realm Ancestor, but it would definitely be of great benefit to Sang Qingshan's growth to fight happily!

Of course, this can't be compared with Zhou Heng before, at that time, Zhou Heng was repeatedly hovering in the middle of life and death, and that kind of pressure was definitely not comparable to Sang Qingshan at this time!

Boom and bust!

Half an hour after the battle, Sang Qingshan's face was pale, covered in cold sweat, and when a blow was swung, every muscle was beating, as if it was about to tear.

Zhou Heng still didn't make a move, now is the time to really test Sang Qingshan's willpower, the longer he persists in this state, the more beneficial it will be for the growth of his gods!

"Junior, die!" Mao Qianwu naturally didn't want to be someone else's whetstone, he didn't want to be a whetstone, he launched a strong attack, and the seven-headed snake and the ghost all roared like thunder, shaking out a terrifying aura.

One, two, three!

Zhou Heng's eyes were like a sword, and the time that Sang Qingshan could continue to hold on was so short that it could only be counted in terms of the number of breaths!

Ten breaths!

Hey, Zhou Heng flew out, and at this time, Sang Qingshan slapped again, but there was no trace of strength, but he fell directly from the world!

"Seven snakes!" Mao Qianwu roared angrily, his arms turned into two seven-headed snakes as huge as mountains, and they bit Sang Qingshan.

Zhou Heng stepped on the air, and the swift clouds and streamers unfolded to the extreme!

Rumble!

The fourteen heads of the two seven-headed snakes bit together, but after a moment, I saw Zhou Heng kill with his sword, and the black sword shadow broke through the ghost, and he was holding Sang Qingshan under his left arm, rushing like flying!

"Hugh run!" Mao Qianwu was so angry that he went crazy and pursued without hesitation.

But what is the speed of the light step compared to the swift clouds?

Zhou Heng's figure is as fast as lightning, even if he still carries a person, it is not beyond Mao Qianwu's reach, the gap between the two sides has not only not narrowed, but is constantly widening!

"Junior, you just fled to the ends of the earth, and the old man will also cut off your head!" Mao Qianwu is about to go crazy!

Do these two juniors think that he is a prostitute in the Qinglou, he can go on it if he wants, and when he gets tired of playing, he pats his ass and leaves?

"Old ghost, are you sure you want to continue chasing after you?" Zhou Heng turned his head and smiled, the shadow of the giant ship had already been cast in the sky, and the muzzles of the eighteen spiritual light cannons turned and locked towards Mao Qianwu. (To be continued......)