C4 (1/2)

”It's too late to leave now!”

A sneer came from the air as two green figures flew through the air and landed on the open space in front of the thatched cottage.

”Senior Ming Chen's skills are superior. He really did discover two more demonic cultivators after he spared that demonic cultivator's cheap life. Tsk tsk, such a beauty is cultivating the demonic path. What a pity.”

”It's a pity that all of them are insignificant characters, not worth several Demon Hunt Points. Junior Mingyu, why don't you give their heads to Senior so that Senior can make a breakthrough in the Demon Hunt Ranking.”

”Senior brothers, please do as you wish. However, senior cannot have this witch alone.”

The two chatted and laughed, as if Zhou Qing and the other two were meat on a chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered.

Zhou Qing looked at the family symbol on their clothes and his pupils constricted. No wonder they had chased him all the way here, they were the best scouts of the Lan family.

Lan Mingchen and Lan Mingyu carried magic mirrors on their bodies; they were obviously Demon Hunt Squad cultivators, and even more so, they wouldn't let a mage like Song Fugui go.

The two of them were both at the Soul Condensation stage, especially since Lan Mingchen's cultivation had already reached the middle stage of the Soul Formation stage. Zhou Qing's heart sank as she protected Song Zixuan, who had no cultivation.

Zi Xuan tightly gripped onto Zhou Qing's clothes. Under the lustful gazes of the two, her charming face turned deathly pale.

”They're not Devilish cultivators. Ahem ….” I swear to the heavens, those two aren't Demonic cultivators! ”Cough, cough …” Song Fugui anxiously vomited out a large amount of blood and shouted.

”Hahaha …” How can the oath of a demon be counted? ” The two from the Lan family seemed to have heard the funniest joke and began to laugh. Their bodies were exuding a strong killing intent.

”Brat, quickly take Zi Xuan and leave!”

At this critical moment, Song Fu, without turning his head, took out the bone flute in his arms and shouted.

”A dying man dares to obstruct us!” Lan Mingchen sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

AHH!” This old man will fight it out with you!

Song Fugui's eyes looked like they were about to crack, he roared, and blew the bone flute, causing the ground to shake and the air to shake. Four black figures roared out from the ground, releasing a rotten smell.

”Soul Condensation ghoul!” Lan Mingchen's eyes lit up, revealing a pleasantly surprised expression. Such a powerful mage, his head should be worth a lot of Demon Hunter Points.

”Blue Orchid Sword!”

The Fine Steel Sword in Lan Mingchen's hand released a piercing blue light. The cold sword light was like a net that could not be broken as it stabbed into the neck of a corpse ghost.

The headless body of the headless body fell to the ground, and a large puddle of black liquid flowed out.

At the same time, the Junior Brother Lan Mingyu threw out three talismans and changed into three bolts of lightning in the sky, respectively striking the bodies of the other three corpse ghosts. Although they didn't die, they still instantly froze the movements of the three corpse ghosts.

The sword energy flipped over and in the blink of an eye, the other three zombies were also killed by the two swords.

Puff!

His eyes were wide open as he looked at Song Zixuan, his lips moving. He wanted to tell her the secret that had been hidden in his heart for so many years, but he had no time to say it out loud. His pupils gradually lost their light.

”Grandfather!” No! Don't leave me! ” Song Zixuan cried out in sorrow, shaking off Zhou Qing as she threw herself into Song Fugui's arms, crying sorrowfully.

”Kill that brat first!” The two from the Lan Clan walked towards Zhou Qing, swords raised.

Zhou Qing's cultivation was only at the early stage of the Spirit Opening Stage, and Song Zixuan had no cultivation. She was completely unworthy of the Lan family's duo. Killing the two of them was as easy as crushing an ant.

”You deserve to die!”

Song Fugui had died miserably, and Song Zixuan was heartbroken. The veins on Zhou Qing's face bulged out, and the anger hidden in her heart for a long time had reached its peak.

He had always believed that the disciples of the immortal sects were filled with righteousness, and even after experiencing the great tribulation before, he believed that they were only a small number of bad people. But now, what had happened in front of him, Song Fugui never relied on the presence of Corpse Spirits to run amuck, and he only wanted to protect himself, but instead, these two disciples of the immortal sects killed the innocent, had lustful and selfish desires, how could this be done by the disciples of the immortal sects? This was the true path of evil!

Zhou Qing's hands quickly formed a seal, and a faint light flashed on his fingertips, creating a complex rune. A dim light flashed, and he inserted it into a corpse ghost's body, but that corpse ghost didn't move at all.

”The book can only control corpses and ghosts of the same level, it's too difficult to control ghosts beyond my level.”

Zhou Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The curse immediately absorbed the blood essence, turning it into a blood-colored curse and entering the body of a corpse ghost.

To cultivators, every drop of blood essence was extremely precious. There were only a dozen or so drops of blood essence within the human body, but Zhou Qing was the lesser. Because his Dantian had been destroyed, his body only had five drops.

After losing a drop of blood essence, Zhou Qing immediately became listless. He did not care about the weakness of his body as he stared unblinkingly at the corpse ghost on the ground.

The ghost corpse clearly didn't have a head, but the moment the incantation entered its body, it strangely stood up straight.

Zhou Qing let out a sigh of relief and his hand quickly formed seals. The seals entered the zombie's body. Under Zhou Qing's control, the headless zombie flew toward Lan Mingyu like crazy.

”Senior Brother, help me!”

Lan Mingyu was shocked. A corpse ghost's weakness was its head; if it was beheaded, then it would die. However, this corpse ghost in front of him clearly didn't have a head, but it was still attacking him, instantly overturning everything Lan Mingyu knew.

”According to the ancestor's records, wherever the Divine Corpse Ancestor went, the Corpse Monsters would be killed. Could this be the case? ”Junior brother, attack its legs!”

Lan Mingchen gave a startled shout as the magic sword in his hand hummed. One sword beam after another shot straight towards the corpse ghost's lower body.