490 Fighting Golden Corpse "Let's go too," Liu Ying asked.
"Go back," Ye Kong said coldly, "Why are you, a small cultivator in the middle stage of Qi refining, joining in the fun?
This kind of battle is not something you can participate in."
Seeing that Liu Ying was still unwilling, Ye Kong pointed again and said, "Don't be idle either.
Stay here and guard the city with Master Wan Xuan to prevent people from the Corpse Yin Sect from sneaking attacks."
"Okay then."
Liu Ying left a little unwillingly.
Before leaving, she turned around and said, "When I go back this time, I will work hard to practice and avenge my senior sister."
After sending Liu Ying away, Ye Kong also rushed over with his flying sword.
Of course, he wasn't going to pounce on the ancestor of Danjie.
He really couldn't get involved in the battle over there.
In front of the Spiritual Medicine Mountain and Qingming Valley, he couldn't use the golden hoe he snatched from the Spiritual Medicine Mountain.
It would be more practical to kill the Foundation Establishment Master of the Corpse Yin Sect.
It was easy for Ye Kong to deal with the monks in the foundation building stage.
Although he couldn't take out the soul-stealing bell and ancient treasure, it didn't matter if he used the Howling Wolf King in front of the monks of the Spiritual Medicine Mountain and Qingming Valley.
In such a battle of thousands of people, the Howling Wind Wolf King demonstrated its powerful advantage in group attack.
When he opened his mouth, countless rotating wind blades rose into the sky and then fell in a parabolic direction.
Fenglin Renshan.
This was the move used by Sao Feng Wolf King to deal with Ye Kong, but it was broken by Ye Kong because he understood the rhythm.
But those disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect and the zombies they control don't understand rhythm.
Seeing the huge blue-white wind blades coming overwhelmingly, they had no place to hide, and several of them were cut into countless pieces immediately.
Among them, there were also a few monks with defensive magic weapons, or zombies with stronger skin and bones, who resisted, but what followed was Ye Kong's head-on attack.
Ye Kong helped the monks from the Spiritual Medicine Mountain.
In comparison, he had less ill feelings toward the Spiritual Medicine Mountain.
After all, Lian Ruolan belonged to the Spiritual Medicine Mountain.
Then again, Shi San, the ancestor of Qingming Valley, asked him to take care of his descendants.
But the wind on top of the stone is unkind, and I am unjust, too.
Of course, in fact, he had another selfish motive for helping the monks at Spiritual Medicine Mountain, and that was hoping to see that beautiful face that was both easy to smile and easy to be angry at.
Four and a half years.
Is she okay?
She's still the same.
The longer time passes, the clearer that face becomes.
The way she called herself a little thief; the expression on her face when she was convinced that she would be better than the eagle vulture in Baichongzhaifang City; the way she made a decisive oath of essence and blood and left in tears at Guling Mountain; her expression on Shiwanda Mountain The expectant look in your eyes when you broke up with yourself Scene after scene, as if it was yesterday, just a moment ago, so clear, even a look or a detail is so unforgettable Ye Kong recalled the past with Lian Ruolan, but the flying sword in his hand was killing enemies one after another.
This feeling turned out to be very refreshing.
Tears fell from his eyes, but his figure was shuttled among the wind blades in the sky, and he was An opponent was cut in half.
It feels great.
I like this feeling.
This is the life I want.
What I want is not to marry a wife and have children in a mining village, and to ask for help from the fields.
What I want is to go through the wind and rain, cut through the waves, and cut down each opponent, each one stronger than the last.
What I want is to fight in a bloody battle, killing all the way.
Get to the top This is my life, the life of a cultivator Just as Ye Kong was killing happily, there was someone in the middle of the sky who was also fighting happily.
"Take your body as a sword and die."
Ancestor Jing Quan chopped up a low-level silver corpse blocking the way, and finally came to the evolved silver corpse.
He arrived late, and the silver corpse had turned into a golden corpse.
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However, because it had just broken through, its whole body was only covered with colorful irregular golden light patches.
But even so, Ancestor Jingquan is no match for the Golden Corpse.
I saw the golden corpse opening its mouth wide and spitting out a stream of corpse aura.
Turning gas into a whip, the corpse gas quickly condensed into a long black whip
"Crack", the whip struck Ancestor Jingquan firmly on his body, whipping him directly from the sky to the ground, making a big hole in the ground.
After all, he was an ancestor in the late stage of pill formation.
Jing Quan was not dead.
He spat out blood and flew up again with Buyun boots under his feet.
"So what if I have a golden corpse?
Eat my sword and turn your body into a sword."
Ancestor Jingquan united his body and sword, and a sword light that seemed to split the sky burst out.
The sword light was like a dazzling star, slashing from bottom to top.
"Jing Quan, I am a golden corpse.
Without the cultivation of Nascent Soul stage, you can't even think of killing me.
Why bother?"
Zhong Kun sighed.
Ancestor Jingquan did not answer, but just launched an attack.
The sword energy made waves in the air, and stacks of sword lights struck the golden corpse again.
However, the golden corpse didn't buy it.
With a big hand, he slapped Patriarch Jing Quan and his sword light backwards, splashing all the sand, stone and dust on the ground, and a layer of fog seemed to appear on the ground.
"Brilliant heavenly power, transforming your body into a sword" Ancestor Jingquan roared and rushed forward again.
"Pa" Without any suspense, he was knocked back again, this time flying farther, and fell directly into the Three Flowers and Five Clouds Formation above Wanjia City.
"Poof!"
He slammed into the formation with his back, and a mist of blood spurted out from his mouth.
The disciples in the formation hurriedly opened this area of the formation, allowing Patriarch Jing Quan to enter the formation to avoid it.
Unexpectedly, Ancestor Jingquan shouted angrily, "Who asked you to open the formation?"
Then he laughed again, swung his sword and rushed into the sky, saying loudly, "I haven't experienced the feeling of being injured in many years.
Come again."
"All those who practice swordsmanship are crazy."
Zhong Kun cursed and suddenly thought of something, "Jing Quan, aren't you using my golden corpse to practice swordsmanship?
Damn it, you want to use my golden corpse to break through.
Are you dreaming about me?"
I won’t hold back anymore.”
"Whatever you want, don't hold back and let me understand more."
Ancestor Jingquan laughed, and another sword light flew from the ground.
After receiving the master's order, the golden corpse roared angrily at the sword light coming from under its feet, then reached out and peeled off a yellow paper talisman on its belly.
When the yellow paper talisman reached the hands of the golden corpse, it immediately broke into pieces.
Golden light shot out from the broken place, and then, there were stick-shaped objects extending up and down in the golden light.
Finally, the yellow paper talisman turned into a black steel fork and appeared in the hands of the golden corpse.
The steel fork is completely black, but the three mountain-shaped pointed halberds are shining with cold light.
In the meantime, there is a blue electric light like a net, making a chirping electric explosion sound.
Under a full moon, the golden corpse holds a steel fork in its hand, standing awe-inspiring between heaven and earth, with a ferocious but majestic face, and a pair of blood-red eyes that look down at the world, as if it is a Yaksha descending from the upper world.
Facing the golden corpse in such a state, Patriarch Jingquan still chopped it up.
"This hatred lasts forever", amidst loud shouts, the sword light of the ninth form of body and sword combined came to The sword light formed a huge arc of white light, seeming to split everything in the world.
In the wide arc of light, there were countless sword intentions, and they could be clearly seen flowing like water waves in the arc of light.
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The golden corpse remained motionless, just swung the steel fork and struck it at the front of the arc of light.
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