Chapter 245: Descendant of the Fallen Immortals

Although the Flying Blood Corpse has produced spiritual intelligence, it is no longer the original monk itself, but an evil spirit. The Evil Spirits www.biquge.info also take the killing route, but they know how to cooperate, find the enemy's weaknesses, and even use deception to set traps for the enemy. In a word, the Flying Blood Corpse is even more difficult to deal with.

"Boom!"

With a sword roar, the Danxi Fire Divine Sword in Lin Xuanqing's palm appeared, and seeing a flying blood corpse approaching, he immediately slammed on the ground, and the whole person rose into the air, and his body pulled out a huge arc in the air, slashing out heavily. "Poof" The flying blood corpse was split in half, and a large rain of blood fell, dripping in the mud, "snorting" and bursting with white smoke.

These blood rains actually contain strong corrosive properties? That Yu Wangchen was shocked when he saw it, and he became even more afraid of the flying blood corpse.

Lin Xuanqing fell back to the ground again, his blue silk clothes swayed, and his whole person became solemn.

Don't look at the ease with which he killed the Flying Blood Corpse, it was because his strength was already at the peak of the Star Realm, and he was only one step away from the Star Realm. But if it is Yuan Wangchen and Qin Mengge, it will be difficult to protect themselves. Coupled with a bitter monk who has lost the power of a battle, he now has to protect the three of them by himself, and kill them from hundreds of flying blood corpses, the difficulty can be imagined.

"Mengge, you follow me closely, don't leave me more than a hundred feet away. Lin Xuanqing turned his head and said to Qin Meng.

He is not sure that he will leave with everyone, so he can only choose the person who is most important to him. No matter what, he wouldn't let Qin Mengge have an accident.

"Be careful, husband!"

Just when Lin Xuanqing was just distracted from speaking, in the place where he was not paying attention, the bitter monk who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground to recover suddenly burst out, and the demon slaying pestle in his hand fell straight down with a chilling power and smashed straight into his vest. At the same time, that Yu Wangchen even tacitly sacrificed a dark green flag, and the yin qi shrouded Qin Mengge and left.

At this critical moment, they actually joined forces to launch a sneak attack on Lin Xuanqing.

They even judged that Qin Mengge was his only weakness, so if Yuan Wangchen attacked Qin Mengge, he would inevitably be distracted to save it, and the bitter monk was responsible for the main attack, if the demon pestle was implemented, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured, and he would have no ability to stop them at that time.

"Looking for death!" Lin Xuanqing was furious, his head was full of steaming flying blood corpses, and now he was facing the betrayal of two "allies", how could he not be angry?

"Phew!"

He took a big mouth, and a shuttle-shaped electric light blurted out, instantly hitting the dark green flag in Yuan Wangchen's hand, and it exploded directly, and the flag immediately became scattered.

Owe Yun Lei!

This is Lin Xuanqing's thunder power, shouting into thunder, commanding the sky.

The crisis has not been resolved, because a group of flying blood corpses have also become furious after their companions were beheaded, and they fell like big birds. Lin Xuanqing lifted the long sword and shouted in a low voice: "Get up!" Danxi Fire God Sword came out of his hand, turning into two, two into four, and four into eight in the air...... Soon, dense sword rays intertwined above his head, forming a thin sword net, temporarily isolating him from those flying blood corpses.

Boom!!

The demon pestle eventually landed on his back, and although he avoided the vital part at the last moment, he was still shaken out of his internal organs, and his throat was sweet, and a stream of blood spurted out.

Although he used thunderous means to defuse the attack of Yuan Wangchen and the Flying Blood Corpse at the last moment, he was already weak in the face of the sneak attack of the bitter monk, resulting in injuries. You must know that this demon pestle is a defiled ancient treasure after all, and even if the ancient monk faces it, he will be severely damaged. The strength of the bitter and sad monk is not in the slightest under the divine departure, so this can be successfully attacked.

Puff puff~~

Above the sky, those flying blood corpses were attacking wildly at the sword net, only to see that between the vertical and horizontal sword nets, a large piece of flesh and blood was cut off, and those flying blood corpses were suddenly unconscious, regardless of life and death, the sword was torn apart, appeared on the top of Lin Xuanqing's head, opened his big mouth and bit it hard.

Hundreds of flying blood corpses almost drowned Lin Xuanqing's entire person.

"Hahaha, Yao Dao is friendly and calculating! Let the monk pretend to be weak first, and only when the kid surnamed Lin is not paying attention can he carry out a surprise attack, and it will work in one fell swoop. He was hit by my demon slaying pestle, and his strength had been reduced by 30 percent, how could he cope with the fierce attack of the flying blood corpse? Therefore, monk, I assert that this son will die!

"Master of Bitter Sorrow should not be too happy, this son came out of nowhere, and he is comparable to Gu Canghai, and he is also a person who has broken through that realm. Can such a person die so easily?" That Yuan Wangchen looked down at the half-cut flag in his hand, his face twitched, and his flesh ached.

His eight-star town ghost banner is the real treasure of the ghost sect, even if it is not as good as the demon pestle of the bitter and sad monk, but it is almost the same, but he didn't expect to be directly scrapped by a fusiform electric mang in Lin Xuanqing's mouth. If he couldn't get that Demon Luan Bird again, he would lose a lot.

"He's not dead yet?" The bitter and sad monk looked at Qin Mengge with an unkind face, and approached her step by step. If this can't kill the kid surnamed Lin, then you can only catch this girl as a threat. He believed that as long as this woman was in his hands, the boy would be obedient.

Qin Mengge's eyes were sad, and she retreated step by step, now Lin Xuanqing was in danger, surrounded by countless flying blood corpses, life and death were unknown, and her heart was already like a knife.

"Why aren't you attacked by the Flying Blood Corpse?" Qin Mengge asked with a hint of struggle and gritted his silver teeth.

Because she found that those flying blood corpses were actually all besieging Lin Xuanqing, but on the contrary, they were the weaker Bitter Monk and Yuan Wangchen, who had not been affected in any way. This is obviously unreasonable, because since the flying blood corpses are all sapient, then they should pick soft persimmons and pinch them.

"You must think it's weird, don't you? Hahaha, this is for Yao Daoyou. The grief monk laughed.

"Forget the dust?" Qin Mengge looked at the Forget Chen, she wanted to know the reason.

Na Wangchen put his hands behind his back and said proudly, "It's okay to tell you. Do you know that in the past 30,000 years, there has been only one person in the entire Fallen Immortal Sea who has left the Hall of Death alive?"

"You mean that fallen immortal senior?" Regarding the rumors of "fallen immortals", Qin Mengge naturally learned about it from Lin Xuanqing, but she didn't understand, what does this have to do with Yuan Wuchen.

"That's right. A hint of self-satisfaction appeared on his face, and he said in a tone full of pride, "That fallen immortal senior is the ancestor!"

What, Yu Wangchen turned out to be a descendant of fallen immortals?

Qin Mengge was shocked by this news. She knew that the Fallen Immortal had a close connection with the Sealed Sword Pavilion, and even left all her inheritance in the Sealed Sword Pavilion. However, the Imperial Ghost Sect is only a third-rate sect in the Fallen Immortal Sea, how can there be a descendant of the Fallen Immortals? )