Chapter 589
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Qian Qing only feels a mouthful of blood stifled in his heart, but he doesn't care about the Ink Camp and the Tianji Unit's attack.
The Ink Camp and the Tianji Unit have a lot of people, but can they outnumber the Corpse Soldiers?
Their cultivation is higher than the Corpse Soldiers, but can it be higher than these peak Heaven Stage and early Precelestial guards by his side?
He has already inquired about it, and these people have only been following Muyan for a year and a half.
Originally, these people were just slaves in Wan Ren Ku, or those with very ordinary qualifications.
It's only been a year and a half, how much progress can they make?
Qian Qing is calm and unperturbed as he looks at Muyan, his gaze blazing.
When this woman's subordinates are all killed, she'll cry and crawl at his feet, and hand over the child formed from the Immortal Fetus.
Thump! Thump!
Suddenly, two heads roll to his feet, carrying a strong smell of blood.
Qian Qing frowns and kicks one away.
These must be those useless Corpse Soldiers.
Uncultivated Corpse Soldiers are useless, just a few hits and they'll be wasted.
Qian Qing is about to kick the second head away, when he suddenly stops.
His eyes widen a little, then he looks incredulously at the face that's close at hand.
This face is covered in blood, a pair of eyes wide open, the whole face full of alarm and disbelief.
But … but this clearly isn't the face of a Corpse Soldier, but … it's the guard by his side.
That's a peak Heaven Stage guard!
Qian Qing suddenly looks up, and his figure suddenly freezes.
"No … impossible! This is absolutely impossible!! "
He doesn't know when it started, but the guards by his side have already been reduced by half.
As for the Corpse Soldiers, they were beheaded one after another as if they were chopping vegetables.
With a thump, a corpse falls towards Qian Qing.
A long gash is split open on his stomach, and blood gurgles out.
The guard grabs Qian Qing's hand and shouts, "Save me! Save … save me! "
Qian Qing cries out in alarm, and suddenly shakes off the guard.
Very soon, the Ink Camp people rush up, and their swords fall, cutting off the guard's head.
"That's a Heaven Stage, even a Precelestial expert! How?! How could they be so vulnerable?! "
Qian Qing lets out an almost hysterical roar.
Then, melodious music slowly drifted into his ears.
The music was clearly so beautiful and pleasant to listen to.
However, in Qian Qing's ears, it caused his entire body to feel hot and uneasy, and he was utterly unable to properly condense his profound energy.
On the contrary, the people of the Ink Camp and the Heavenly Secret Unit, listening to the sound of the zither, it's as if they're listening to the imperial edict; the more they fight, the braver they become.
Qian Qing's lifeless gaze slowly shifts to Mu Yan's hand.
The girl's hand was so beautiful, as white as jade, with well-proportioned joints, slender and slender.
When he gently plucked the strings, it was as if he was using a feather to pluck the heartstrings of a person.
As he moved his fingers, beautiful musical notes flowed out and danced in the air.
But it was precisely this pair of slender, jade-like hands and this beautiful and melodious music that led to an unimaginable massacre.
Level 3 Shen Musician skill – [Graceful Feather Dress].
AOE Support Skill: Using the sound of the zither to lock onto allies and enemies.
Within a quarter of an hour, the strength of their own members would increase by 30%, while the strength of the enemy would decrease by 30%.
What did that mean?
In other words, he forcibly pulled Qian Qing's Xiantian level guards to Heaven level.
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