The two of them had their eyes in exchange, and Xue Yu felt an indescribable cold, like a poisonous snake, as if following Qin Cheng's gaze, it was a little surprised.

But the next moment, Xue Yu sneered disdainfully.

"Hmph, a mere clown who is in the early stage of the Tribulation Realm, is he also trying to kill me?"

Feeling the chill in Qin Cheng's eyes, Xue Yu sneered, and his body shook and dispersed all his breath.

At the bottom of the sea, the aura of space spread to the extreme, and Qin Cheng and his two figures disappeared from the spot instantly.

"Damn it, they actually ran away!"

Xue Yu clenched his fists tightly.

Unexpectedly, Han Qingyue, who had made so many preparations and had lost the Phantom Star Pearl, was still escaping their pursuit again.

More than forty tribulation realms locked their positions, but they were still teleported away by Qincheng.

In addition to Han Qingyue, she must peel off the kid who was in trouble and get cramped.

The demon cultivators of the Blood Alliance were also extremely annoyed.

They didn't have much feelings for Han Qingyue, but these people resented Qin Cheng.

Two consecutive times, Qin Cheng not only killed several demon cultivators, but also slipped away from them.

More than forty demon cultivators could not catch this person.

"Han Qingyue hit my black air, and if she doesn't die, she will be seriously injured. I see how long you can escape. I will kill all of them next time."

"Let's go!"

Xue Yu shouted softly and ordered the demon cultivators flying out of the sea.

On the other side, in the calm seabed, a wave of light suddenly lit up, scaring the monsters around them backwards.

Then, Qin Cheng's figure appeared in the teleportation array, his face was solemn, Han Qingyue in his arms was already angry and was almost dead.

Qin Cheng placed Han Qingyue, covered in blood, on the ground. His body was filled with evil spirits. Without using Zhu Ling'er, he frightened the monsters around him so much that they kept running away.

Qin Cheng clenched his fists tightly.

Until now, I finally had time to see how much injuries Han Qingyue had suffered.

There is some connection between the Nine Clans and Han Qingyue.

Therefore, every time the clone dies, Han Qingyue will suffer a certain degree of backlash.

Han Qingyue summoned a total of twenty-one clones.

Under the blood-stained clothes, Qin Cheng could see through the gaps how many wounds and cracks were on his originally flawless skin.

Of course, the most terrifying thing was that in front of Han Qingyue, a black air hole penetrated the front and back, leaving a blood-colored hole on her body.

This is the black spear that has been re-turned into breath, piercing Han Qingyue's position.

Qin Cheng didn't know, whether he could escape, or whether the two of them could escape from this place after they could dodge.

But Han Qingyue chose to get this blow for herself, protecting her safety and sacrificing herself at all costs.

"This Saint Han has a pride and courage, which is a pity."

Fu Mo and Zhu Ling'er both stood aside and looked at Han Qingyue.

The two of them saw everything before, and were quite moved by Han Qingyue's actions.

"Qin Cheng, she is too seriously injured and I'm afraid she can't save her." Zhu Ling'er also said sadly.

I don’t know how many levels the other party’s aura has fallen, but it is weaker than the Nascent Soul Realm at this time.

"No, she won't die, she will definitely survive." Qin Cheng shook his head.

"She wants me to avenge her, but it is easier to do it yourself, so he can't die, nor will he die."

Qin Cheng's eyes gradually became sharp, and with a wave of his hand, he grabbed a large number of treasure vases.

In these treasure vases, the pure spiritual liquid you have obtained from the top of Yongji Sheng Mountain.

The fire surging, destroying all the black gas. Then the spiritual liquid continued to gush out from the vase like a stream, as if it was not enough for money, surrounding Han Qingyue like a silkworm cocoon.

How many drops of spiritual liquid is needed to wrap a person, and the value is impossible to calculate.

Qin Cheng didn't care about these things at all. The only thought in his mind now was to save the other party.

If Han Qingyue died because of protecting herself, Qin Cheng would not be able to feel at ease for the rest of his life.

The massive amount of spiritual liquid attracted the commotion of countless monsters.

A few drops of spiritual liquid can make a low-level monster pass through tribulation and a bottle of spiritual liquid can make the cultivators of the tribulation realm move.

But Qin Cheng used all the spiritual liquids from treasure bottles to treat Han Qingyue.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of empty treasure vases landed on the ground.

"You bunch of beasts dare to come over and have bad things. Who dares to get close to me? I will destroy you."

Zhu Ling'er flew out, her eyes glared, and the aura of the holy beast burst out, and the greedy monsters retreated in an instant.

Wrapped with thick spiritual liquid, the wounds on Han Qingyue's body, including the huge blood hole, began to heal quickly.

Correspondingly, the spiritual liquid is also decreasing, and Qincheng will add more than the less.

He didn't think about how much spiritual liquid was consumed.

However, although the wounds on Han Qingyue's body gradually healed, she was still as angry as a hairspring, and even worse.

Because although spiritual liquid can heal and repair damage, it is not a omnipotent thing.

In order to save Han Qingyue's life, she still needs to refine a powerful enough elixir.

"There is a small island three hundred miles to the east of Qincheng."

The talisman flew back from the sea and spoke.

Although the fire burns everything and monks can refine medicine under the sea, they are naturally not as good as on the shore in habits.

"No need, I don't have time to go up."

Qin Cheng shook his head. Although it was only three hundred miles away, it would not take long to save Han Qingyue, but he could not delay any minute or second.

With a wave of his hand, he shouted.

Fire dragons emerged and kept surrounding this area, the sea evaporated and the breath flowed.

Gradually it was like a shroud, forming a waterless space around Qincheng.

Then Qincheng patted the storage bag and various herb materials continued to pour out.

As the Tongtian Cauldron reached the fire, Qincheng grabbed a series of fairy grasses and continued to put them into the alchemy furnace.

"This kid can also refine medicines, and he sees that his refining techniques are extremely proficient. He has refined more than seventh grade fairy pills."

On the boat, the old man surnamed Gu was a little surprised when he saw Qin Cheng's actions at this time.

I saw Qin Cheng having a high attainment in formation before, but I didn’t expect that he could have such a high level in the alchemy.

"Senior Brother Gu, was it because you had the idea of ​​accepting disciples?" the old woman said.

"It's a pity that this kid is indeed extremely talented, but he practices the martial arts of the Supreme Fire and has extremely high attainments. He should not easily lose his cultivation and practice again."

"This is completely opposite to my practice direction. Otherwise, such a good seedling would be really suitable to be my disciple." The old man took a breath and said.

"But junior sister, please pay attention to your and my bets. At that time, we said that if one of these two people dies, even if you lose, even if this girl saves her life, she will not have the ability to fight for a short time." The old man smiled.
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