"As expected of the Sacred Beast Xuanwu. Even if it's just a remnant of its consciousness, its combat power is not to be underestimated."
Looking at the battle ahead, Mo Qingyun's expression was tense. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. "If it weren't for Zi Ling and the others, it would have taken me some effort to defeat the Snake Shadow and Tortoise Shadow with my own strength."
When Mo Qingyun thought of this, he couldn't help but rejoice that he had let Zi Ling and the others deal with the Snake Shadow and Tortoise Shadow.
Under Mo Qingyun's watch, the stalemate between the two sides began to slowly break.
Ka ka ka …
Under the crushing pressure of the Sacred Demon Statue, the Blue Tortoise Shell Shadow gradually shattered, making a crisp sound.
After a while, the surface of the Blue Tortoise Shell Shadow began to crack like a spider web.
Boom!
A loud noise came out, and the Blue Tortoise Shell Shadow finally collapsed, producing a powerful wave of spiritual energy.
However, as soon as the wave of spiritual energy was produced, it was dispersed by the Sacred Demon Statue and swept in all directions.
Boom!
After the Sacred Demon Statue defeated the Blue Tortoise Shell Shadow, it slammed into the tortoise shell of Xuanwu's corpse with the momentum of Mount Tai.
After being bombarded by the Sacred Demon Statue, the cracks in the tortoise shell of Xuanwu's corpse immediately widened a lot.
In addition, Xuanwu's corpse sank deeper into the ground under the impact of the Sacred Demon Statue.
As the Black Tortoise's corpse sank into the ground, its last shred of consciousness also dissipated at this moment.
"Xuanwu's Remnant Consciousness has been destroyed. Let's take its blood!"
Seeing that Xuanwu's Remnant Consciousness had been destroyed, Zi Ling instructed everyone and flew toward Xuanwu's corpse.
When she arrived near Xuanwu's corpse, Zi Ling and the others worked together to lift Xuanwu's corpse to the ground.
"Open for me!"
After moving Xuanwu's corpse to the ground, Zi Ling took out a silver dagger and slashed at the head of Xuanwu's corpse.
The dagger Zi Ling took out was very sharp. The blade fell on Xuanwu's body and cut a hole in it.
Xuanwu's body was cut open, and some blood with a terrifying aura flowed out from the wound.
Bang!
Under the impact of the bloodline power, some of the weaker Dark Devil Race members were immediately sent flying.
Seeing this situation, Zi Ling and the others were shocked, and then their faces were filled with ecstasy.
"As expected of Xuanwu's blood. Just a trace of his bloodline aura has such terrifying power."
Seeing the power of Xuanwu's blood, Zi Ling's face was full of ecstasy, and her expression became excited. She looked forward to it and said, "If I integrate with Xuanwu's blood, my talent will immediately take a leap, and it won't be too difficult to surpass the previous three guys."
He then took out a jade bottle and prepared to collect the Black Tortoise's blood that had flowed out.
The jade bottle was taken out by Zi Ling, and it bloomed with a faint green light, exuding a faint chill.
It was obvious that this bottle was not simple, and it had the magical effect of maintaining the vitality of the bloodline.
"It's time to do it."
Seeing Zi Ling's action, Mo Qingyun did not intend to hide anymore and slowly revealed his figure. He smiled and said, "Holy Child Zi Ling, didn't you say before that you wanted me to watch you collect Xuanwu's blood? I haven't come yet, so why are you in a hurry to collect Xuanwu's blood? "
Mo Qingyun's words immediately attracted the attention of Zi Ling and the others, and they all looked over.
"Mo Qingyun, you dare to come back!"
Looking at Mo Qingyun slowly approaching, Zi Ling's expression was a little surprised by Mo Qingyun's courage.
In her opinion, Mo Qingyun should be hiding far away in the face of their pursuit.
After saying this, Zi Ling's face turned cold, and she said in a cold voice, "Since you're back, then I'll fulfill my promise. Before you die, I'll let you see how I collect Xuanwu's blood."
As soon as Zi Ling's words fell, he waved his hand and ordered the Dark Demons to attack.
Soon, the Dark Demons around Zi Ling surrounded Mo Qingyun.
"Since you sent so many people to deal with me, I can't bully you. I'll send more people."
Looking at the people attacking him, Mo Qingyun's lips curled slightly, and he teased Zi Ling.
Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, Zi Ling's eyes narrowed, and a playful smile appeared on her face. She said, "So you came prepared. Then let me see how many helpers you've found …"
At this moment, without waiting for Zi Ling to finish her words, he froze in place, completely dumbfounded.
As far as the eye could see, they were now surrounded by tens of thousands of ghosts.
"Mo Qingyun, f * ck you, you're playing with me!"
At this moment, no matter how good Zi Ling's temper was, she could not help but curse.
Mo Qingyun was too shameless!
They only had about a hundred people on their side, and Mo Qingyun had summoned tens of thousands of ghosts and shamelessly said that they were not bullying.
If this was not bullying, then what was?
"See clearly, I didn't find many helpers. Everyone is just fighting a fair battle."
Looking at Zi Ling and the others, whose faces were constantly twitching, Mo Qingyun teased them again.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qingyun waved his hand and ordered the ghosts to attack Zi Ling and the others.
"Zi … Zi Ling, the Holy Son, run … run!"
Seeing Mo Qingyun and the ghosts coming for them, a Quasi-Saint powerhouse from the Dark Devil Clan immediately escorted Zi Ling to escape.
Looking at Zi Ling, who was about to escape, Mo Qingyun's eyes turned cold. His figure moved and chased after them, saying, "Holy Son Zi Ling, didn't you say that I would watch you collect Xuanwu's blood before I die? Why are you running away now? You're going back on your word. Where's the trust between people? "
Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, Zi Ling and the others were so angry that they cried and almost vomited blood.
It was too late for him to escape now, so what trust was there to talk about? Trust my ass!
While Mo Qingyun was teasing them, the Quasi-Saints who were escorting Zi Ling to escape were also entangled by a group of ghosts.
Because of this, Zi Ling was left all alone. She was sandwiched between Mo Qingyun and the ghost.
"You … What do you want?"
Seeing her situation, Zi Ling's face turned pale and her expression was full of despair.
She could see that if there was no miracle, she would not be able to escape today.
"What do I want? Do you even need to ask?"
In response to Zi Ling's question, Mo Qingyun shrugged and smiled. "Don't worry, I won't go back on my word like you. Before you die, I'll let you watch me collect Xuanwu's blood."
As soon as Mo Qingyun finished speaking, he ordered the ghosts to attack Zi Ling.
Soon, Zi Ling was overwhelmed by the ghosts and was attacked frantically.
After a while, Zi Ling was seriously injured under the frenzied attacks of the ghosts and was on the verge of death.
Looking at Zi Ling, who was on the verge of death, Mo Qingyun ordered the ghosts to stop attacking. He glanced at the jade bottle and smiled. "Your bottle is not bad. Let me use it."
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