Things suddenly changed too quickly and strangely. Even though they had already become pieces of flesh the size of a fist, they were able to explode and attack like this. No matter who it was, they would definitely be shocked by what they saw in front of them.●⌒,
The Xuanwei Qingyan Sword attack launched by Qin Fengming was so powerful that even a Danying of a top cultivator would not be able to survive safely if it were wrapped up in this attack.
When he thought about it, the body of a body that was killed by the ten thousand molten souls sacrificed by the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword, let alone a monk at the top of the aggregation, even a person in the realm of gods, would definitely be crushed and die on the spot.
No.
It was precisely because of this that Qin Fengming put away all the magic weapons and stepped forward without much caution.
"Junior, let's see if you have any other means to escape from me this time." A strange voice suddenly sounded from the sticky blood that wrapped Qin Fengming, and the scene seemed extremely strange.
As the smell of blood hit his face and the thick blood drenched his body, Qin Fengming felt a strange breath that went straight to his brain and invaded his body. It passed through the outer skin of his body and directly invaded the meridians of his body.
At the same time, a majestic cold confining force flashed out in an instant, seeming to freeze his whole body instantly.
These two sensory attacks are not tangible objects. For monks, even if there are corresponding means to restrain them, it is absolutely impossible to have any effect when the cultivation levels of the two sides are two small realms apart.
This move of the old man's ability to survive from death is almost a powerful attack method that he must hit every time. Ever since he developed spiritual intelligence, he has never failed.
Almost as long as this secret technique is used, the opponent can be captured and killed on the spot.
"Huh, if you want to kill Qin with this, you may not be able to do so!" Just as a huge blood mass surged around Qin Fengming's figure and seemed to freeze Qin Fengming on the spot, a low voice suddenly came from the blood wrapped in water.
Qin Fengming sounded.
Although the voice was gloomy, it did not reveal the slightest hint of panic.
As the voice sounded, a palm wrapped in green flames suddenly grabbed it in the direction of the old man's voice.
At the same time, a ball of green flame suddenly appeared around Qin Fengming.
"Devil Flame, you actually have such a powerful demon flame in your body, how is this possible? Even if you reach Xuanling, Mahayana, and enter the land of immortal relics in the spiritual world, you will never have such a powerful one again.
Demonic flames. Otherwise, in the heavy sea, the demonic flames would have backfired."
The green magic flame suddenly appeared, and with a cry of surprise, the thick blood that enveloped Qin Fengming was like flying catkins meeting the flames. It suddenly stung loudly, and then flashed with a dazzling red light, and quickly flashed away into the distance.
The blood condensed, and the old man's figure reappeared in front of Qin Fengming.
"You are not a ghost cultivator, you are actually a soul condensed from one essence and blood. No wonder Qin couldn't kill you with one attack." Looking at the old man who was retreating quickly, Qin Fengming did not attack immediately, but his eyes were blue.
The light flashed, and his face showed a look of thoughtfulness as he opened his mouth and said this.
The old man in front of him was actually different from those ghost cultivators in the realm of ghosts. His body was not cultivated by souls, but actually seemed to be transformed into a drop of blood essence. The figure of the drop of blood essence was only an inch tall, and its facial features and limbs appeared, which were similar to those of the ghost cultivators in the realm of ghosts.
The appearance of the old man is generally the same.
Although the essence and blood has taken shape, it can be easily seen from the small body that it is still a drop of essence and blood.
What puzzled Qin Fengming was that the transformed blood essence looked so ordinary, as if it was just a drop of mortal blood, with no pure energy emitted from it.
But the essence and blood contained in the majestic energy around it seems to be extremely submissive and respectful.
As the old man's figure flashed onto the scene, the viscous essence and blood that wrapped around the blood droplet condensed instantly and gathered into the old man's body, and the transformed blood droplet also disappeared.
Although some of the spiritual world classics he obtained contained descriptions of some strange things, he had never encountered them before. It is often said in the classics that everything in the world has life, including every tree, every grass, every mountain and every stone.
It is possible for them to cultivate spiritual wisdom by chance.
Although there are many such descriptions in ancient books, Qin Fengming never thought that such a situation would occur.
Stubborn stones can be found everywhere. Whether in the spiritual world or the human world, they are all things that have existed for countless millions of years. In the human world, I have never heard of a monk who was transformed from a stubborn stone or a forest tree.
There are also those spiritual herbs and spiritual materials that take shape.
Both of them were talking to themselves, and neither of them answered the other's questions.
Qin Fengming's soul-eating ghost fire suddenly spurted out from his veins when the minced flesh turned into blood, and instantly enveloped his whole body. Qin Fengming reached out his palm without hesitation and grabbed it directly.
That drop of transformed essence and blood.
Faced with the terrifying attack power revealed by the soul-devouring ghost fire, the old man barely hesitated at all, activated the magic formula, and fled quickly.
It seemed that Qin Fengming was able to neutralize the old man's fatal attack without any danger. However, if Qin Fengming was not vigilant and did not remove the dense ghost-devouring ghost fire in his body, he would have been bullied by the old man at close range this time.
Whether he will survive or not is also unknown.
You must know that the old man is not inferior to Qin Fengming in terms of magic power or soul power. If he is attacked by the opponent's secret technique without realizing it, no matter how powerful Qin Fengming's method is, it will definitely be difficult to resist the opponent's attack.
Looking at the old man, Qin Fengming's face became gloomy. He pointed his finger, and suddenly a crisp sound of birdsong resounded. Under the cover of a group of emerald green light, a red bird only two feet in size appeared.
In front of him.
The little bird moved its body, and a ball of black and red flame suddenly appeared.
A majestic aura of extremely corrosive and poisonous properties spurted out, and the surrounding mist touched the black and red flames, and a slight stinging sound suddenly resounded.
In almost no time, the mist covering a hundred feet around Qin Fengming dissipated.
"Go!" Without stopping, Qin Fengming pointed out his finger, and the two-foot-long bird suddenly swayed and disappeared out of thin air.
"Not good!" Although the old man who re-condensed had already known that Qin Fengming had demonic flames from the previous fight, he suddenly saw Qin Fengming's continuous use of a weapon wrapped in black-red flames containing powerful corrosive poison.
The red bird suddenly appeared.
Facing the deadly poison that the little bird showed, even the old man was shocked in his heart.
Without even the slightest pause, his figure moved slightly, and the figure of the old man gathered at the top quickly retreated away.
But his speed was never faster than Miasu Qinniao's rapid movement.
As the red light flashed, the bird, which was only two feet in size, suddenly appeared in front of the old man. It moved forward as fast as lightning, and with a muffled sound, the bird directly hit the old man's body.
Under the burst of red light, one of the old man's arms was cut off from the shoulder by the Miasma Bird.
As the arm flew out, Qin Fengming's figure suddenly appeared on the spot. His huge claws flashed and he grabbed the arm directly. He turned his hand and disappeared without a trace.
No matter what hidden things were in the old man's blood, since the broken bowl was interested in the old man's blood, he would not waste it in vain.
Miasma Bird and Qin Fengming's cooperation was perfect. One bird quickly attacked and blocked the old man who was wrapped in red mist and could only escape quickly, while the other kept collecting the loot from behind.