Chapter 94: Go straight to Huanglong first!
Relying on the double protection of the white scale shield and the Yuan Turtle Crystal Steel Shield, Yang Qian once again faced the few remaining puppet light beams, his momentum did not diminish, and he rushed down as fast as the wind.
There is great potential to attack Huanglong.
But the next moment.
A super beam of light about ten feet in diameter suddenly shot out from the mouth of the giant puppet tiger. It flashed past and shot towards the purple smoke that had just escaped somewhere above.
Boom!
The huge smoke of Qing Lei Miasma was shattered in an instant, and then a figure in black shot out from mid-air with a few wisps of fragmented smoke, as if he was seriously injured. I could vaguely see my feet facing upwards, falling to the ground.
As for the disc thing it originally drove, it has disappeared at this moment.
Bang!
The figure in black slammed into the side of several puppet archers, raising a large amount of smoke and burying the figure.
With a rustling sound, hundreds of puppets moved slowly, surrounding the figure in the smoke.
"Hahaha! Senior Sister Yunluo, this pretty face is nothing more than that. He seems to be still breathing a sigh of relief. I will take his treasure and leave it to you. Junior brother, I have to go back and clean up that old thing. , that special Qi-condensing method must be obtained, etc. After returning to the sect's main altar and dedicating this old man's secret technique to the leader, I don't know how big the reward will be! Maybe one day I will be able to condense the golden elixir!" The burly man laughed and drove the giant puppet tiger with him. The two of them came directly to the place where Yang Qian fell.
“I think I have a high regard for this boy.” The beautiful woman in pink skirt also smiled when she heard this. She was about to say something when her expression suddenly condensed and she discovered something was wrong.
"Junior Brother Huang, how come the purple smoke on this boy's body has not disappeared yet, but has become bigger and bigger." The beautiful woman in pink skirt frowned hesitantly, feeling a bad feeling in her heart. premonition.
"Senior Sister Yunluo, you are worrying too much. How can this kid, a small Qi-refining monk, have the power to resist? What do you think of me?!" The burly man jumped from the giant puppet tiger He jumped straight up and down, only to find that Yang The green-purple smoke on Qian's body seemed to be really squirming slightly. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a radius of five or six feet, and the burly man was enveloped in it. There was a smelly poisonous gas and a slightly numbing power of thunder and lightning. came from the smoke.
As for the beautiful woman in pink skirt, when she just felt something bad, she had already left the giant puppet tiger and retreated to the protective circle of the puppet archer more than 20 feet away, staring at it in surprise.
An incredible scene appeared!
The next moment.
In this blue-purple smoke, a dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed, mixed with some kind of weird silver light and swirling purple lightning.
But what really made the burly man feel the danger of life and death was a slender blue sword light, as fast as lightning, and it went straight to his heart as if teleporting.
The speed was far beyond the imagination of the burly man.
“No!” The burly man immediately felt like he was dead, and there was an aura of death in his heart. He was about to take action at the critical moment.
Unfortunately, at such a close range, facing a thunderous strike from a body refiner, the monk had no chance to react.
The protective mask was suddenly shattered.
Poof!
The Shuiyun Sword directly penetrated the burly man's left chest, completely engulfed it, and stabbed out from the back of the heart, staining his robe. The bright red blood rolled down the blade and fell to the ground with a patter.
The burly man whispered "ho ho" in disbelief, and used his last strength to grab Yang Gan's wrist. A slender black centipede suddenly sprang out and bit Yang Gan's wrist. Above the wrist.
"Ho ho." The aura on the burly man's body quickly faded, but the next moment his pupils shrank in horror, and the purple smoke on Yang Gan finally disappeared, revealing his true figure. laugh!
Blood splattered everywhere.
Yang Gan quickly pulled out the Water Cloud Sword, and then with the black centipede hanging on his left hand, he flicked it from the burly man's waist like lightning, and brought back a gray storage bag.
Plop!
The burly man fell heavily to the ground. The black cloak collapsed from his head due to the impact, revealing his true face, which turned out to be a fierce-looking burly man with short brown hair.
But now, the face of the burly man was full of fear and horror.
All this happened in a flash of lightning.
The beautiful woman in pink skirt was more than twenty feet away. Before she could see Yang Gan's figure clearly, she found that her junior brother had slowly fallen to the ground, and blood was pouring from his heart.
“Hiss——” The beautiful woman in pink skirt first glanced at the burly man who had no breath on the ground, and then her two beautiful eyes looked slightly dull at the god-like figure in the center of the field.
Golden light leaked out from the whole body, and the exposed skin was covered with silver scales the size of copper coins. The beating lavender lightning kept lingering around the body. In his right hand, he held a four-foot-long weapon. The blue sharp sword has a faint gleam of sword light.
The left hand just put away the found storage bag, with a trace of satisfaction on his face.
There was a slender black centipede hanging from his wrist, but the other party ignored it.
I saw two huge fangs of the centipede, like pliers, biting the wrist bone firmly. Black venom flowed from the fangs, slid down the silver scales to the fingers, and finally dripped on the ground, popping. ring.
This person is none other than Yang Qian with full firepower.
Although there is a reason why the other party is not familiar with the body cultivators, it is indeed difficult for these foundation-building cultivators who do not cultivate the physical body to win at close range.
"You" the beautiful woman in pink skirt looked at Yang Qian in shock, hesitated for a moment, backed away slowly, and seemed to want to say something.
The next moment, he became slightly sluggish.
I saw Yang Qian inserting the Shuiyun Sword on the ground, and then grabbed his left wrist with his right hand, and actually grabbed the black centipede in his hand. The shiny silver scales on his left wrist had no trace at all. of scars.
Looking at the black centipede in his hand, Yang Gan frowned in disgust, and then pinched it hard.
Poof!
The black centipede exploded in all directions in an instant, the smelly venom dripped from the palm of the hand, and clouds of black smoke emerged, corroding dense small pits.
Yang Qian shook his hand in disgust, pulled out the Shuiyun Sword, and then looked at the beautiful woman in a pink skirt not far away.
"The black silk Gu of the Gu Poison Sect didn't bite your flesh at all?! What kind of monster are you?" The charming face of the beautiful woman in pink skirt was uncertain, and she was already frightened, even if she had the upper hand. Guarded by hundreds of puppets, there is no sense of security at all.
The way Yang Qian looks now, he looks like a monster wearing clothes.
(End of this chapter)