At this mont, Zhou Qing took out a symbol paper: "You, a Nascent Soul Great Perfection, chasing after an injured person like , who’s the shaless one here?"
After saying this, he once again threw it out.
Blood Bone retreated once again without any surprise.
"Damn it!" Seeing Blood Bone being so cautious, Zhou Qing couldn’t help but curse.
Whether it’s real or fake, this old ghost doesn’t care about his face. No matter how many you throw, he will always choose to dodge.
If it were soone else, they would have felt insulted long ago and rushed up regardless.
"You have two left!" Blood Bone reminded.
Zhou Qing frowned, looking at the sowhat playful eyes of his opponent, he could feel that the other party was about to make a move soon.
Just as he took out the real symbol, ready to give him a surprise, there was a sudden "boom," resounding throughout the world.
Imdiately, circles of dazzling ripples suddenly appeared around and spread out rapidly.
Zhou Qing was astonished to find that the scenes around him that were originally rushing backward had suddenly slowed down a lot.
Including his own movents.
And these ripples, colorful like spiritual snakes, spread all around.
Blood Bone was the sa, the mockery on his face gradually turning into astonishnt.
"This is—"
Zhou Qing was stunned, quickly rembering sothing, and slowly turned his head.
At this mont, a familiar voice sounded not far away.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat..."
Not far away, Yan Xiaohu raised his right hand high, five fingers tightly closed, continually stepping forward and shouting.
And next to him, Lei Luo’s face was flushed, exerting all his strength, constantly beating the withdrawal drum.
At this mont, every "retreat" word imdiately turned into a tangible sound wave, entering the ripples.
And those ripples seed to resonate with it, instantly transforming into many blades, madly cutting at Blood Bone’s body.
Blood Bone’s clothes were instantly shredded, blood splattering everywhere.
"Senior Brother Yan—"
Lu Yaoyao’s face was full of excitent, but because of the surrounding field’s influence, her movents beca extrely slow, and the shout dragged on, though the joy in her voice was unmistakable.
Zhou Qing also saw Yan Xiaohu at this mont. He didn’t expect to et them here, eyes full of surprise, but quickly turned into worry.
Blood Bone also noticed Yan Xiaohu, imdiately burning with rage.
This person had desecrated the ancestors of Cangyan Daoist Palace three tis in a row but had never caught him. Today he finally encountered him.
Good, good, really good!
Ranked fifth and tenth on the kill list, it seed Blood Bone was about to make a fortune this ti.
"West side... retreat, retreat... that cedar tree... retreat, retreat... brother-in-law..."
Yan Xiaohu shouted while seizing the opportunity to shout loudly at Zhou Qing.
Everything and everyone within the field had significantly slowed down, Zhou Qing gradually turned his head again, quickly locking on to the cedar tree over there.
Brother-in-law?
Is it the White Crane?
He is actually here too.
It seems that as a mber of the royal family, it is not easy for him to directly participate in matters of local sects, but he still set up a teleportation array to help them.
It’s just that the dense forest below made it difficult for him to see the White Crane and the golden note on his head.
Seeing the sound wave blades cause only minor injuries to Blood Bone, Zhou Qing imdiately prepared himself.
In the next mont, not far away, Yan Xiaohu and Lei Luo imdiately put away the withdrawal drum and then sprinted at top speed.
Having slightly recovered so spiritual power, Zhou Qing grabbed Lu Yaoyao, silver light flashing underfoot, rushing towards the cedar tree with all his might.
"Trying to run?"
Blood Bone, of course, heard Yan Xiaohu’s words. As soon as he regained his freedom, his killing intent surged, and a massive blood light of thousands of feet long ca crashing down with the force of splitting the earth.
"Run, this place is going to be destroyed!" Zhou Qing shouted, throwing another piece of golden symbol paper.
The terrifying aura swelled, a trace of hesitation flashed in Blood Bone’s eyes, and he imdiately retreated.
Boom!
In the forest below, a gigantic golden palm suddenly rose up, effortlessly shattering the blood light about to fall.
Seeing this scene, Blood Bone’s pupils shrank abruptly.
"Divinity Transformation Realm—"
The white smoke erged again from the symbol paper Zhou Qing tossed out, enraging Blood Bone, his face turning bright red.
Buzz—
Below the cedar tree, as the group descended rapidly, layers of spatial symbols erged on the ground, and a fierce teleportation power suddenly rose.
The group instantly disappeared from the original spot.
By the ti Blood Bone arrived, the place was already empty, only the lingering spiritual power fluctuations and the ss all over the ground remained.
"It’s over—"
Blood Bone’s face turned gloomy, quickly taking out an imaging stone from his shoulder, looking at the recorded scenes, and sighed lightly.
"After all, I fought desperately to rescue them. Can’t bla it all on , especially with a Divinity Transformation Realm’s involvent!"
Blood Bone muttered to himself, his imnse divine sense reaching out to ensure no one was around, and randomly chose a direction to pursue them again...
......
Sowhere in the mountain range, under the sa cedar tree, runes suddenly erged from the ground, followed by a beam of light descending sharply from the sky.
As the light faded, four figures appeared.
"Brother-in-law has so many good things. Following him around, I feel completely secure!" Yan Xiaohu laughed heartily.
He then quickly looked at the extrely weakened Zhou Qing and asked with concern, "Are you okay? How did you end up so unlucky to run into Blood Bone?"
Zhou Qing waved his hand and looked at Lei Luo.
At this mont, Lei Luo was looking at Zhou Qing with an expression full of admiration.
Among the five geniuses of Cangyan Daoist Palace, he had killed two, and with just a Golden Core Realm, he was ranked tenth on the kill list. This was a truly formidable character.
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