The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

The light and shadow flickered, and a person walked in from the door. Qin Mo's eyes were sharp, and he swung the long sword in his hand the moment the person stepped into the cave.

Qin Mo's sword was extremely fierce, and he didn't give the opponent time to react. The visitor quickly backed away, and with a flash of blue light in his hand, he narrowly escaped Qin Mo's blow.Seeing that Qin Mo's wrist was about to swing a second sword at him, his expression suddenly changed, and a somewhat anxious voice came out of his mouth: "Qin Mo, it's me."

Hearing this voice, Qin Mo stopped his movements. He didn't expect that the person who came was Wen Qing.

Wen Qing once got a cyan shuttle-like object, and he didn't know its usefulness in the dark tomb. After coming to the Demon Realm, he accidentally learned that this shuttle-like object can break the barrier. At this moment, he came here by virtue of this green shuttle.

Beside the Thousand Changes Formation, Lin Zizheng's eyes dimmed, and the barrier he left at the entrance of the stone cave was broken. Who is it?Pressing his finger on the center of the formation, Lin Zizheng no longer had any mood to arrange the formation, and waved his sleeves to leave.

Behind him, the face of the black-bone old man suddenly darkened, and even the expressions of Qing Xue and others were not good-looking.The black-boned old man said in a bad tone: "The array hasn't been set up yet, so Lin Zizheng just left?"

The orthodox monk did not give up breaking through here, and Qing Yang would continue to break through as soon as he regained his energy.

After Lin Zizheng left, Qingyang who was opposite was still sitting on the ground, no emotion could be seen in his expressionless eyes.There was light constantly flashing across his fingertips, and a slight arc slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen through the whole picture of the formation just now.

Knowing that everyone in Beigong, including Lin Zizheng, was at the Qianbian Formation at the moment, Qin Mo followed Wen Qing out of the stone room, and headed directly towards the blood pool.He still clearly remembered the painful expressions on those faces when he was taken away by Lin Zizheng.

Perhaps it was because Qin Mo had absorbed the dead fire before, but he did not encounter any obstacles in entering the blood pool this time.

Having sucked Lin Zizheng's blood before, the whole blood pool boiled again, and the sharp claws hidden in the blood pool became more ferocious. What Qin Mo saw when he came was the scene where the flesh and blood of the people in the blood pool were being devoured continuously.

As if sensing the aura of Qin Mo and the two of them, a huge blood-colored wave suddenly rose in the blood pool, and rushed towards Qin Mo's face. A giant black claw was hidden in the blood wave, wanting to Drag Qin Mo into the center of the blood pool.

Qin Mo tightened his hand holding the long sword, a cold light flashed across his face, he turned his head slightly, and said to Wen Qing who was behind him, "Go and save them, and I will deal with it." After the words fell, his body turned into a fierce Mang went up to the monstrous wave of blood.

Looking at Qin Mo's back, Wen Qing smiled, walked to the edge of the blood pool and bent down, pulling the people in the blood pool up one by one.No one noticed that the black sharp claws in the blood pool retreated one after another when they touched Wen Qing, as if they had touched something frightening.

The fierce sword light roared towards the blood wave with a destructive force. Qin Mo stood at the peak of the blood wave, clenched the Thunderbolt Sword in his hand, and suppressed the huge wave below under his feet.

The vast sword energy was like a sea wave swallowing all the power in the blood wave. In just a moment, the blood wave had already shattered into blood droplets and fell back into the blood pool, losing the power of the previous fangs and claws.

Wen Qing's movements were quick, and before Qin Mo had dealt with the blood wave, he had pulled all the people in the blood pool to the shore.

Looking at the dying crowd, and smelling the strong smell of blood from the tip of his nose, Qin Mo's face became colder and colder, and a large cluster of thunder and fire suddenly appeared in his palm.

Condensing the thunder and fire into one ball, Qin Mo's eyes flickered, he was going to destroy this place, thinking so, Qin Mo threw the purple-blackened flame in his hand towards the center of the blood pool.

"Boom." There was a loud noise, and bright flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the room purple.In the center of the flame, the scarlet blood was gradually evaporated into blood mist, and shrill screams came from it continuously.

Qin Mo stood in front of the crowd, staring closely at the pool of blood in front of him, vigilant in his heart.The blood pool was destroyed, and the whole room shook slightly, and the restriction that was originally placed here by the green blood slowly disappeared.

Seeing the ever-flickering Thousand Transformation Formation in front of him, Qingxue's face became more and more ugly, his heart suddenly froze, and when he looked up, he saw a soaring flame burning in the North Palace.

Qingxue saw at a glance that it was the direction of Xuechi, and his heart ached.He spent a huge amount of manpower and material resources to build the Demon Refining Pool. It can not only improve his cultivation, but also heal wounds. It is a rare treasure.

Hundreds of years of painstaking efforts have been ruined just like that.He had a ferocious face, lost his usual demeanor, and stared at the righteous monk opposite with red eyes, wishing to eat his flesh and blood.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and after the expression on his face calmed down, he said: "You stay here, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a gust of wind coming from the back of his head, and a ray of golden light shot out from beside him. Before he could sacrifice the magic weapon, Qingxue slumped and avoided the attack.

"The enchantment is broken!" A scream sounded, and Qingxue was shocked. When he looked up, he saw the ever-flickering Thousand Transformation Formation

Dim down.The orthodox monks on the opposite side showed excited smiles and rushed towards them one after another.

Qing Yang stood up straight, but there was no smile on his face after cracking the Thousand Changes Formation. He knew that if the opponent's formation master hadn't left suddenly, he would not be able to break the formation.

Although the blood pool was destroyed, the air was still filled with a strong smell of blood.Looking at the pale people on the ground, Qin Mo frowned, and said, "We need to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Eldest brother..." Lin Zizheng's voice suddenly rang out in the air, upon hearing this voice, Qin Mo's expression suddenly changed.Immediately, his body moved, and the long sword in his hand slashed behind him without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as Qin Mo moved, the air behind him quickly trembled.Lin Zizheng received Qin Mo's angry blow with one hand, and with a flick of his hand, a golden flower basket was thrown towards Qin Mo's body.

Qin Mo kept walking, turned around and drew out the long sword that was restrained by Lin Zizheng. With a flick of his sleeve, a black cloth bag appeared out of thin air.As soon as the cloth bag appeared, thick black air emerged from it, covering the surroundings in darkness.

This black cloth bag was discovered by Qin Mo in his universe belt after he killed Baiye.Perhaps it was because of Baiye's cultivation technique, this black air could not only confuse the other party's sight, but it was also extremely poisonous.

Lin Zizheng had a smile on his face, he didn't put the cloth bag in his eyes at all, he held the bag in the air with his right hand, looking at Qin Mo with particularly bright eyes, and said in a low voice: "Take it."

Qin Mo's eyes were sharp, looking at the golden flower baskets that were shrinking around him, the chill all over his body became even worse. The Thunder Falling Sword in his hand swung away, and the sword energy formed a hurricane, slowly spreading around Qin Mo's side.The voice was cold and low: "Potianjian."

The tip of the sword was pointing towards the sky. At this moment, Qin Mo's sword suddenly shone with light, and the light shot straight into the sky, as if piercing the sky.Under this powerful sword, Lin Zizheng's golden flower basket slowly shattered.

The magic weapon was destroyed, Lin Zizheng didn't feel angry at all, looked at Qin Mo who was glowing all over below, grabbed a fragment of a flower basket at hand, and exclaimed: "As expected of a senior brother."

Having said that, Lin Zizheng suddenly clapped his arms, and smiled softly at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's pupils shrank, and a strong burning sensation spread from the vines on his body, quickly sweeping across Qin Mo's whole body.He tried his best to stand upright, clenched his fists, and after a while, he uttered a few words: "Twin Flowers?"

Lin Zizheng smiled and said nothing, obviously acquiescing to Qin Mo's statement.Then he stepped on and was about to walk towards Qin Mo's side.

A saber light shot from the side rapidly, this saber light was very fierce, and it contained endless murderous aura.Lin Zizheng took a step back, grasped the void in his hand, called out his long spear, and went up to meet the light of the knife.In just a moment, the attack was blocked back.

Holding the spear, Lin Zizheng said with inexplicable amusement in his voice: "Wen Qing?"

It was Wen Qing who made the move earlier, holding a giant knife in his hand, which was given to him by Qin Mo after entering the realm of comprehension.

Wen Qing didn't answer Lin Zizheng's words, he injected the aura in his body into the giant knife in his hand, and slashed at Lin Zizheng's face.The long knife swung out, filled with a cold aura.

The expression on Lin Zizheng's face was rather disdainful, just a kid in the foundation building period.However, although this kid is an eyesore, let's save his life. After all, he is old man Wen's son, and old man Wen, Lin Zizheng's gaze quietly swept across Qin Mo beside him.

Lin Zizheng put away his ultimate move, and the strength in his hands was also much lighter.Doing this, Lin Zizheng couldn't help but sneered at himself, even at this time, he still didn't want the elder brother to be angry.

As if seeing Lin Zizheng's concerns, a smile suddenly appeared on Wen Qing's always solemn face, he turned his wrist, and the blade pointed upwards, piercing Lin Zizheng's body with a biting cold light.

At the same time, his right hand became a palm, and a strange black air emerged from his palm, and he slapped his chest fiercely at an angle that no one could see.

Lin Zizheng's pupils shrank, he was the only one who saw Wen Qing's actions earlier.

The two confronted each other very quickly. As soon as they made contact, Wen Qing's body trembled, and she quickly backed away.

Regardless of the pain in his body, Qin Mo gave Lin Zizheng a cold look, then rushed towards Wen Qing.

The moment Wen Qing landed on the ground, a pair of slender hands stretched out from behind him, caught Wen Qing who was constantly retreating, and sighed: "This benefactor, the shot was too harsh."