Outside Blackstone City, in a dense forest, a green turtle lay limply on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Hurry up, throw Jin Peng's body out and I'll drink a few mouthfuls of blood. I'm going to collapse from exhaustion."
Xiao Lu said while stuffing the elixir into her mouth, turning her eyes and focusing on the storage bracelet in Zhao Ziling's hand.
There was a whole golden-winged roc inside.
It's still in the Spiritual Realm. If you can eat it, it will definitely be very nourishing.
Zhao Ziling also stuffed the pill into his mouth and ignored Xiao Lu. Instead, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the Holy Lake, looking at the dark clouds of war covering the sky.
There was a hint of worry between his eyebrows.
Qin Chang'an and Gong Zhi left Duanhou behind, almost making them enemies of most of the powerful people in the Spiritual Hero Realm. If they were not careful, they would be left there forever.
Sese...
There were bursts of rustling sounds from the depths of the woods. Zhao Ziling and Xiao Lu stopped what they were doing at the same time, stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.
The spiritual power on his body gradually rippled out, and his aura was locked.
The trees shook, and Qin Changan emerged from the dense forest carrying Gong Zhi, who looked desperate. As soon as he emerged from the forest, he saw Zhao Ziling holding a spear and staring at him. He was a little dazed for a moment.
Zhao Ziling was stunned for a moment when he looked at Qin Changan, but he quickly put away the spear in his hand.
Continue to take pills to restore spiritual power.
"Young people, don't take drugs all the time. Taking drugs is bad for your health."
Qin Changan watched this scene, threw Gong Zhi on the ground, walked to Zhao Ziling, patted him on the shoulder sincerely, and sighed softly.
"You have the nerve to tell me, can I take drugs as hard as you?"
Zhao Ziling rolled his eyes at Qin Changan. In his hands, the pills were like jelly beans, and he stuffed them into his mouth one by one, as if he was afraid of being robbed.
"Brothers, can we escape and talk again?"
Gong Zhi's weak voice came from behind them. He collapsed on the ground holding the gourd, sweating profusely and his face was pale.
Although most of the powerful men in the spiritual realm have given up tracking them, there are still three guys behind them who are unwilling to give up.
In order to escape pursuit, he forced himself to use the gourd several times, causing spiritual collapse.
In the end, these two guys started chatting. What did they want to do?
Qin Changan and Zhao Ziling looked at each other for a moment, then turned to look at Gong Zhi.
"How about you take some medicine to hold on?"
Qin Changan rubbed his hands. The flying knife in Gongzhi's gourd could chop off Jinpeng's head with one strike. If they used it well, they had a chance to kill the few powerful men in the spiritual realm who were chasing after them.
"What's the meaning?"
Gong Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.
"I just saw that among the people chasing us behind us, there were people from the White Tiger Gang. Don't you want to take revenge?"
A smile appeared on Qin Changan's face. The matter was resolved and it was time for them to leave Black Rock City. However, before leaving, the troubles of the White Tiger Gang must be completely resolved.
People from the White Tiger Gang...
Gong Zhi fell silent and lowered his head silently, a sharp light slowly emerging in his eyes.
"The use of the immortal-killing flying knife is too taxing on the body. With my current physical condition, I can maintain it three times at most. Even if I take drugs, I only have three chances."
Gong Zhi did not refuse directly, but looked at Qin Changan with burning eyes. If he wanted to fight, he must make good use of these three opportunities.
Make the most of these three opportunities.
Otherwise, the situation will become one-sided. After all, Qin Changan is the only one who can fight against a strong man in the Spiritual Realm. Once the enemy reacts, he and Zhao Ziling will be living targets.
"Three times is enough!"
Qin Changan raised his brows slightly and slowly curved his lips. There were not many people chasing him, only three or four people at most. Three chances were enough.
As long as you make good use of them, these are three life-threatening talismans.
Immediately, the three of them continued to discuss details and formed a simple plan before turning around and heading into the dense forest.
He didn't stop until he reached a cliff.
He kept swallowing pills to restore his spiritual power, trying to get back to his best condition before being caught up.
According to Qin Changan's guess, they still have a quarter of an hour to recover.
However……
"You're a bunch of little bastards, you'd rather choose a place for yourself. I'll bury you here, the feng shui is pretty good!"
Just as Qin Changan and the others were refining the elixir, a cold voice suddenly sounded in their ears, and then the ground rippled like ripples.
Like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth, a huge black hole formed under their feet, swallowing up all the people who were caught off guard, including Xiao Lu.
The ground subsided, and the three of them were swallowed by the black hole in the ground, leaving only one head exposed. After their bodies fell, the ground became hard again.
The mutation occurred so quickly that it was buried in the ground before it had time to react.
After doing all this, a thin and wretched man emerged from the soil twenty meters away from Qin Changan and the others, and glanced at the group of people with a pair of narrow eyes.
After seeing Gong Zhi's immortal-killing flying knife, he quietly escaped to the ground, looking for opportunities.
It's just that there is no direction underground, and he lost track of it several times. Otherwise, he would have caught these guys long ago.
"Do you want to live?"
"If you want to live, hand over Jin Peng's body to me, or I will bury you in the soil immediately."
The man was thin and tall. He walked up to Zhao Ziling, stretched out his hand, pulled his hair and tilted his head back. He raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
Snapped!
A crisp slap sounded, and five bright red fingers were printed on Zhao Ziling's face.
Feeling the numbness on his face, Zhao Ziling slowly turned his head, his pupils turning blood red.
"Come again?"
Zhao Ziling looked at the man in front of him with cold eyes and two cold words between his lips and teeth.
"You are such a bitch, I will satisfy you today."
The man was so stunned by Zhao Ziling that he raised his hand and slapped him in the face again.
This slap was so hard that Zhao Ziling's head instantly twisted, and a trace of blood slowly seeped out from the corner of his mouth.
But there was no anger on Zhao Ziling's face. He spat out blood foam and laughed.
"Okay, very good. I remember these two slaps. You'd better kill me now, otherwise, I will definitely let you know what it means to regret coming into this world."
Although Zhao Ziling had a smile on his face, there was a cold light in his eyes, staring at the man intently, not letting go of any detail, trying to put this face into his mind.
With a cold gaze, it was as if the man was already a corpse in his eyes.