The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"Try?" Zhang Tieling swung the giant sword in his hand horizontally, and in a trance, dozens of sword lights were slashing down!

In the skull, Wang Que looked at Zhang Tieling's hideous wounds: "This guy is so fierce? He can still launch such a powerful attack with such serious injuries?"

Beside him, Zhang Qiulin shrank his head and said nothing.

In just a few days, the high-spirited weapon master turned into a slave with patched wounds all over his body.

On the skull, a golden rune flew out, and a golden light shield appeared.

Clanging sounds continued to explode, dozens of sword lights were shattered, and cracks appeared on the golden light shield.

Mo Lingqing's eyes moved slightly. She had tested the defensive power of this defensive rune. Generally, a full-strength attack in the late Yuandan period could not break it at all.

Staring at the wounded Zhang Tieling, Mo Lingqing smiled: "Your soul is very strong."

As the cold voice echoed, eight blood-colored thorn whips in front of him surged out like a spirit snake out of a cave, killing Zhang Tieling from all directions!

Zhang Tieling swung his sword wildly, and the majestic blood and energy continued to burst out, but he did not use the formation to defend and counterattack.

"Without spiritual power fluctuations, I didn't expect you to be a martial artist!" Mo Lingqing continued: "After you die, your bones will become the strongest of my nine bone shields."

There are four systems of cultivation methods in Lingxiao Continent, namely spiritual, martial, literary, and Buddhist.

Among them, spiritual and martial arts are the most, and literary and Buddhist practitioners are slightly less. The latter two types of practitioners generally exist in the dynasty.

Spiritual cultivation focuses on spiritual power and formations. When the body is strong to a certain extent, it cannot be broken through by tempering the body. This is the shackles of spiritual cultivation.

Martial arts practitioners focus on their own physical and spiritual strength, but they cannot retain spiritual power in their bodies, let alone use spiritual power-related combat methods such as formations.

While literary practitioners focus on the righteousness and their own literary energy, they cannot store spiritual power and blood energy, but literary people are not weaker. With the righteousness in their bodies... it is normal for a punch to be earth-shattering.

Thousands of years ago, there was a literary practitioner who ascended to heaven. He said, "The saint said: My physical body is strengthened ten times, and the next punch is strengthened thirty times."

A thirty-fold heavy punch almost killed a spiritual practitioner of the same realm.

But this is a top-level literary practitioner. Ordinary literary practitioners do not have such strong righteousness and literary energy.

As for Buddhist practitioners, they cultivate the soul, which is a little mysterious.

At this moment, Zhang Tieling stared at the eight blood whips strangling from all directions and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, if you want to kill someone, I can help you!"

"What qualifications do you have to ask me to stop." Mo Lingqing had no intention of stopping at all.

Zhang Tieling gritted his teeth, and his body doubled in size with each breath!

Holding the knife with both hands, he slashed and repelled eight blood whips with eight flashes.

The eight blood whips merged and returned to Mo Lingqing's hands: "I'll give you three breaths to persuade me, otherwise I'll die."

It's not that Mo Lingqing is kind, but that Zhang Tieling's strength earned him respect.

Zhang Tieling was covered in wounds, but he could break the mysterious defense rune with one move, and he could block another attack from Mo Lingqing.

With such strength, even if Mo Lingqing wanted to kill him, he would have to pay a price.

So instead of wasting his strength to kill him, it's better to listen to what he has to say first.

"Behind you, there are eight Yuandan who have been chasing me for more than half a month, two of them are in the early stage of Yuandan, three are in the middle stage of Yuandan, and three are in the late stage of Yuandan."

"You want to take the soul and refine the bones, but I still have 70% of my strength. You and I will join forces to kill the eight of them like cutting melons and vegetables!"

"One breath." Mo Lingqing's voice was cold.

"I'll use his eight lives in exchange for my own!"

"And you're being hunted by the mysterious bridge realm outside the cave realm, I can help you!"

Mo Lingqing's eyes flashed: "Two breaths."

"You must want to enter the eighth floor, but you can't enter the eighth floor alone, you must have help!"

Mo Lingqing narrowed his eyes: "I've seen you in the valley over there at the entrance of Jinshui City."

"All those who entered from the entrance of Jinshui City had their souls taken away, you said you would help me, haha."

Zhang Tieling's body returned to normal size, he didn't speak, just a touch of his brows, and a complete soul incarnation appeared behind his head.

Inside the skull, Zhang Qiulin's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "You, you, you, why is your soul still intact!"

Zhang Tieling sneered: "There were hundreds of people at the entrance at that time, and only two waves handed over soul sources. The first wave was less, and the second wave was more."

"So many soul sources were handed over in the second wave. If someone adulterated it, how could the mysterious bridge realm find it instantly?"

"Or, he didn't even check the soul source carefully."

As he spoke, Zhang Tieling tapped his temple: "Master Zhang, the brain is a good thing. The soul source I handed over was fake."

"You!" Zhang Qiulin pointed at Zhang Tieling, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in a moment of anxiety.

He never thought that someone would hand over fake soul sources in that situation.Soul source!

Wang Que's eyes moved, as if he had learned something.

On the skull, Mo Lingqing's mouth curled up slightly: "Martial arts cultivator, strong and smart, you are qualified to join forces with me, but how can I believe that you will not betray me."

Zhang Tieling pointed three fingers to the sky: "I, Zhang Tieling, swear on my soul to join forces with you, the blood devil. If I stab you in the back, I will be annihilated, only for this year!"

After that, Zhang Tieling whispered: "One year, enough."

Mo Lingqing sneered: "Okay, how do you want to kill them?"

Zhang Tieling licked his cracked lips and revealed He showed a bloodthirsty smile: "Together with your blood witch, do we need to ambush those eight trashes?"

"There is another thing. I know who is impersonating you to kill people and rob goods."

Mo Lingqing's eyes turned cold. She could not tolerate those who impersonated her: "Dare to impersonate me..."

...........

The skull with a faint black mist turned back to the back. In front of the skull, Zhang Tieling, who was covered with hideous wounds, sat cross-legged on a big knife to heal his wounds and lead the way.

Dozens of miles ahead of them, Zhou Zuoxun and his eight men were still galloping.

"Brother Zhou, Zhang Tieling is already seriously injured. How could he drag his seriously injured body to force his way into the sixth floor? In my opinion, he must be hiding somewhere on the fifth floor!"

"Cry!"

Before Zhou Zuoxun could speak, a cry that pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks came from behind.

The eight people stopped suddenly and turned around to see a handsome young man standing with his hands behind his back and flying a sword.

In just a moment, the young man passed by them at high speed without even looking at them.

And far behind the young man, dense red lights were whistling.

Zhou Zuoxun focused his eyes and used his soul power to investigate. After a moment, he shouted in horror: "The fire birds in the late Yuandan period, run away!"

Ten minutes later, Yi Fanchen, who was "walking the birds" on a daily basis, suddenly stopped and looked at the big knife and skull rushing in front of him.

"Blood Witch, we meet again. You and I are destined to join forces."

Inside the skull, Wang Que clenched his fists under his sleeves. It was the first time he was so unhappy with someone.

On the skull, the cross-legged blood devil opened her eyes: "Yifanchen, I am not interested in the treasure you mentioned."

Yifanchen smiled: "Don't worry, you will change your mind."

On the broadsword, Zhang Tieling looked at Yifanchen: "My fellow Taoist, I am Zhang Tieling. May I ask what treasure you are talking about? Maybe I can join forces with you."

Yifanchen noticed Zhang Tieling at this time. He looked him up and down and raised his eyebrows: "Martial arts cultivator in the late Yuandan period? Not bad, but have you been to the red land?"

Zhang Tieling was stunned when he heard about the red land. He had never heard of it.

This hesitation was seen by Yifanchen, who immediately curled his lips and said disdainfully: "This commander only cooperates with smart people. You are quite capable, that's all."