Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 407

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Qin Sang's eyes moved between the fat chicken and the thunder ball. The fat chicken itself is very strong, and can also control the thunder ball.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Sang came up with a bold plan in his heart.

He activated the Yan Luo banners of the ten directions, and the ghost threads formed a big net, and layers of black fire waves rushed towards the fat chicken.

Facing the menacing Yinhunsi, Fat Chicken showed no fear, his round eyes rolled around, but flashed with enthusiasm, like a child who finally found a toy.

Fat Chicken stood on the edge of Yuchi, motionless like a general, raised a small wing, and pointed at Qin Sang.

Silver light shone on the fleshy wings, and a cloud of thunderstorm shot out.

'boom! '

Thunderstorm and black fire collide.

Even if the fat chicken didn't use the power of the thunder ball, the peak strength of the demon spirit stage was still very strong. Qin Sang maintained the formation with all his strength, and the black fire broke out, bit by bit, swallowing the thunderstorm with difficulty.

When Qin Sang finally wiped out the thunderstorm, he suddenly found that the figure of the fat chicken had disappeared from the edge of Yuchi.

Qin Sang was startled but not flustered, without even thinking about it, he turned the Yinhun thread without hesitation, and made Heihuo rush to the left side of his body.

'Snapped! '

A chubby figure was knocked out of the void by the black fire, rolled in the air, fluttered its small fleshy wings, and managed to stand still.

There was lightning flowing between the feathers of the fat chicken, and before Lei Dun was ready, Qin Sang discovered it.

The black fire was full of arrogance, and continued to chase and kill the fat chicken.

The fat chicken was forced to roll in the air to avoid it by the black fire, and suddenly croaked loudly.

Countless lightning bolts suddenly shot out from the thunder ball, but instead of attacking the black fire to rescue the fat chicken, they rushed straight to the ten-direction Yama formation, pointing directly at Qin Sang.

This fat chicken is not stupid, he knows how to encircle Wei and save Zhao.

Qin Sang sighed softly in his heart, it would not work to sneak through Chencang.

The lightning speed released by the thunder ball was extremely fast, and Qin Sang was not slow in his actions. He resolutely gave up the attempt to sneak into Yuchi by taking the opportunity, and his figure suddenly retreated.

The fat chicken escaped a difficult situation, tilted its head, and seemed to be wondering why Qin Sang was able to find its trace.

In fact, Qin Sang was outside watching the battle between the Thunder-Tuning Falcon and the two Nascent Souls, and he already knew the Thunder-Tuning Falcon's ability. How the fat chicken would respond was already expected.

Qin Sang's combat experience is far superior to Fat Chicken's, but it's a pity that the difference in strength between them is too great. Fat Chicken's cultivation base is there, and he has the blood of a monster, and his fighting instinct is not weak.

Coupled with the existence of Thunderball, which disrupts the balance, no matter how high the combat experience is, it cannot be transformed into a victory.

The fat chicken didn't use the thunder ball, and directly killed Qin Sang. It raised its head and spit out a thunderbolt, and then disappeared again.

Qin Sang cursed inwardly, Fat Chicken was using him to train his hands, to exercise his fighting ability,
The red pill in his hand was like a life-threatening talisman, burning continuously, it was impossible for Qin Sang to accompany the fat chicken all the time.

With a thought, Qin Sang no longer dodged, and directly sent Hei Huo to fight the fat chicken.

'boom!boom! '

There was a loud noise in the cave.

The fat chicken is so elusive that it is worthy of the name of the Thunder-Tuning Falcon. Even though it is a newborn cub, the imperial envoy Lei Ting is still superb. This talent makes Qin Sang extremely envious.

Shifang Yama trembled, Qin Sang stayed where he was, willing to be a target, and let the fat chicken beat him.

Fat Chicken didn't use the thunderball, but it was very powerful. After just a few blows of black fire, it was already very thin. You can vaguely see the main body of the formation flag at its core, which is shaking continuously. It seems that the formation is already crumbling.

The fat chicken probably has never been so happy, the sound is getting more and more cheerful, the little meat wings are flapping more and more diligently, flying up and down around the ten-direction Yama formation, but it is very cautious, and the main body has always maintained a safe distance from Qin Sang .

Just when the fat chicken was overjoyed, an illusory sword shadow suddenly appeared from the void, it was the ebony sword.

Qin Sang quietly kept the ebony sword lurking in the dark, and finally waited for the opportunity to shoot it from an extremely sinister angle.

The flying sword's speed was astonishing, and it appeared on the back of the fat chicken's neck in an instant.

Seeing that the sharp sword energy was about to pierce through the delicate fluff.

At this critical moment, Fat Chicken didn't panic in the slightest, his round eyes rolled around, a sly look flashed across it, he turned his head suddenly, his little yellow mouth opened wide, and a thunder that had accumulated at some point spewed out.

The timing of Fat Chicken's choice was too tricky, the distance was so close, the ebony sword was unavoidable, and was submerged by the thunder pillar.

'boom! '

The ebony sword was directly sent flying by Lei Zhu, and the aura on the sword dimmed for a while.

The ebony sword is the spiritual sword of Qin Sang's mind and soul. If the spiritual sword is damaged, Qin Sang will not be spared.

Hearing a scream, most of the already weak black fire dissipated immediately, almost extinguished.

Qin Sang's figure was exposed from the black flames, his complexion was pale, his breath was messy, and he was obviously implicated by the natal spirit sword. At this moment, it seemed that he was having difficulty even maintaining the formation of Yama in the ten directions.

Qin Sang staggered, glanced at the fat chicken, with an extremely terrified expression on his face, gritted his teeth, gathered his remaining strength in a hurry, rolled up the body guard of the ten-direction Yama formation, and fled.

Fat Chicken not only cracked the sneak attack, but also used his tricks and counterattacked. He just made a proud move, just when he was excited, how could he allow the toy to just run away like this.

Immediately, without any hesitation, he turned into Lei Dun, and rushed to the front at a faster speed than Qin Sang, blocking Qin Sang's way.

Almost at the same moment when the fat chicken appeared from the thunder tunnel, the black flames of the Shifang Yan Luo Formation suddenly dispersed automatically, one person and one bird were very close, and their eyes met.

Fat Chicken suddenly noticed that the panic on Qin Sang's face was gone, replaced by a playful look.

His complexion seemed to have become paler, but his breath wasn't messy in the slightest.

The ebony sword is made of magic weapon, and with Qin Sang's careful manipulation, it will not be easily damaged, it's just Qin Sang's trickery.

The instinct of monsters made Fat Chicken feel the danger coming.

But before it could respond, there was a ghostly whistle from the black fire, and then a gust of Nine Nether Demonic Flame, which was deeper than the black fire, rushed in front of the fat chicken.

The fat chicken felt the terrifying aura of the Nine Nether Demon Flame, and its big round eyes widened, and an uncontrollable panic spread in the eyes.

'Wow! '

The Nine Nether Devil Flame engulfed the fat chicken.

The fat chicken only had time to stimulate the power of thunder, and it attached to the body surface.

How can the fat chicken at the peak of the demon spirit stage be able to resist the Nine Nether Demon Flame, which even Flying Yasha is afraid of. The fat chicken screamed again and again, as if it was crying.

Qin Sang didn't show any pity, because at the same time as the fat chicken screamed, he felt an extremely terrifying violent force behind him, which was close at hand.

If hit by this force, Qin Sang has no doubt that he will be easily blasted to pieces!

Qin Sang was horrified, but fortunately he had been prepared and hastily shifted his figure to avoid it.

But the movements of his hands did not stop, and the sky poison yarn appeared in his palm at some point.

The opportunity was fleeting, Qin Sang's heart sank, and the spiritual power in his body poured into the sky poison yarn without reservation, and the top-grade magic weapon shattered.

(End of this chapter)