The Blood Saint was three meters tall, with blood-red skin and black tattoos from head to toe. The four wings on his back were more than forty feet long when spread out, and the aura he exuded was extremely astonishing.
When the four-winged blood saint saw half of the immortal blood saint practicing in the valley dead, he roared angrily: "You dare to kill the immortal blood saint, you are looking for death."
A semi-saint requires a lot of resources to cultivate.
The death of dozens of semi-saints at once is equivalent to the death of a large number of backbones, and any force will go crazy.
Zhang Ruochen, however, looked calm and calm. He glanced upward and said, "Even I have killed more than one Saint of the Immortal Vampire Clan. I have killed dozens of Half-Saints. What does it mean?"
"That's such a big statement. Do you dare to tell me your name?"
The four-winged blood saint's mental power is far inferior to Zhang Ruochen's. He can't see Zhang Ruochen's face clearly and doesn't know his identity.
Zhang Ruochen did not respond to him, but slowly raised a palm and mobilized his mental power again.
Immediately, wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth transformed into thunder and lightning, shuttled through the air.
"Pfft!"
"ah……"
The thunder and lightning condensed into spears and were shot down. All the undead vampire half-saints who were still alive were killed, leaving no one alive.
"Bold."
The four-winged Blood Saint's anger cannot be revealed. In front of him, a mere human being dares to massacre?
You must know that in the Northern Territory, only the undead vampires kill and enslave humans. It is a treasonous act for humans to kill the semi-saints of the undead vampires.
The four-winged blood saint's eyeballs became extremely bright, like two fireballs hanging in the blood cloud. Inside the two "fireballs", a violent force was bred, and then, two flame beams fell from the sky and struck downwards.
Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes slightly and cast a thunder spell "Thunder Rush". With a movement of his body, he turned into a bright lightning and rushed out, avoiding the attack of the four-winged blood saint, and came to a place on the edge of the valley.
higher position.
"Thunder Fire Vortex."
Zhang Ruochen cast a third-level thunder spell, and in an instant, a vortex with a diameter of several hundred feet formed on the sky, with countless thunder, lightning and flames shuttled through the vortex.
The spells Zhang Ruochen cast were all low-level spells, which had been cultivated before his mental power reached the semi-saint level.
Although it is a very low-level spell, when it is cast by a spiritual saint whose spiritual strength has reached level 52, the power is quite considerable and cannot be handled by ordinary saints.
The whirlpool of thunder and fire swept the four-winged blood saint into it, and the power of thunder and fire struck down one after another, causing the four-winged blood saint to scream in agony, and a large amount of holy blood spilled from the vortex.
When the four-winged Blood Saint broke free from the whirlpool of thunder and fire, his whole body became charred black, and less than half of his body was burned.
"die."
The four-winged blood saints know the weaknesses of spiritual saints. As long as they get close to their bodies, they will definitely die.
Although he was seriously injured, the four-winged blood saint still wanted to fight back. He dived down quickly, stretched out a silver-white spike from the palm of his hand, and stabbed Zhang Ruochen's head.
Zhang Ruochen sighed softly. After the three meridians were abolished, there would be trouble. In the previous peak period, when the four-winged blood saint rushed towards him, he only needed to slap him to death with one palm.
Now, the only option is to retreat.
After using the Thunderbolt Technique to avoid it, Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and a ball of lightning flew out and hit the four-winged Blood Saint. His skin and flesh were torn apart, and he screamed again.
However, Zhang Ruochen's spell was too low-level and had limited power. It could only hurt the Four-Winged Blood Saint but could not kill him.
"What a hateful guy. He obviously has profound spiritual attainments, but he chooses to use the lowest level of magic. He is completely deliberately humiliating me."
The Four-Winged Blood Saint did not know that Zhang Ruochen had not practiced advanced spiritual power spells. He only thought that Zhang Ruochen wanted to kill him, and he felt aggrieved and angry.
"Now, I'll let you be proud first. When the other two Blood Saints arrive, it will be your death."
The Four-Winged Blood Saint knew that the other party was probably abusing him, but he still persisted and waited for reinforcements. Today, he would make this arrogant human pay the price no matter what, drain his blood and turn him into a blood slave.
In fact, Zhang Ruochen was also speechless. The vitality and recovery power of the undead vampire were too strong, and even using low-level spells could not kill him in a short time.
"Bang bang."
Ball lightning and electric knives continued to fall, leaving dozens of wounds on the body of the Four-Winged Blood Saint. He kept howling, blood flowed, and his vitality was rapidly draining.
Just when the Four-Winged Blood Saints were about to lose their hold and prepare to escape, two huge auras of the Holy Path came from the northwest direction of the valley.
At the same time, there were densely packed undead vampire armies on the ground rushing toward the valley. They were elite troops, numbering hundreds of thousands, forming a battle formation and advancing rapidly. The momentum of their march made the entire valley tremble slightly.
The four-winged Blood Saint was so excited that he almost shed tears. He seemed to have seen the light of day and no longer had to be tortured. His whole body was as if he had been injected with chicken blood. A dazzling light of blood erupted all over his body. He roared: "Jingyun Blood Saint, Hong
Heavenly Blood Saint, give me a helping hand to kill this human spiritual saint. His holy blood will be divided equally between the three of us."
However, before the two Blood Saints flew down from the blood cloud, a silver kitchen knife flew out and hit one of the Blood Saints.
"Pfft."
In the blood cloud, a tragic cry sounded.
Immediately afterwards, the corpse of a Blood Saint fell from the sky.
The silver kitchen knife drew an arc in mid-air, spun in a circle, and killed another Blood Saint.
In just an instant, the two blood saints fell, and they didn't even have time to escape.
The four-winged Blood Saint was stunned, staring at the harmless-looking little girl standing behind Huang Yanchen, and couldn't help but want to curse.
He had always thought that Zhang Ruochen was the strongest among the three. He only thought that Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo were too beautiful and should be Zhang Ruochen's family members and maids, so he simply ignored them.
Who would have thought that they would be even more powerful?
If he had known that they were so strong, why would they have to suffer so much, the Four-Winged Blood Saint would have chosen to run away for his life.
After experiencing repeated killings from the Qinglong Ruins, the Blood God Sect, and the Yin Yang Sea, although Qing Mo is still very timid, he has made some progress, and at least he dares to kill people.
It is always necessary to experience life, death and blood before a monk can truly grow up.
Huang Yanchen stood aside quietly, always paying attention to the battle between Zhang Ruochen and the Four-Winged Blood Saint. As long as Zhang Ruochen was in danger, she would take action immediately.
However, she was surprised to find that even if all three of his veins were lost, Zhang Ruochen was still quite powerful. When ordinary saints encountered him, they would only be tortured.
"Brother Chen, let's fight quickly. The undead blood clan's army has surrounded them. We must leave as soon as possible." Huang Yanchen also felt that Zhang Ruochen's strength was unfathomable and he was just torturing the four-winged blood saint.
The elite army of hundreds of thousands of undead vampires are not scattered soldiers, but have formed a battle formation. If they are really surrounded, even with the cultivation level of the three of them, it will be quite dangerous.
The four-winged Blood Saint could no longer hold on long ago and was seriously injured. After knowing that Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo were both strong men in the Holy Realm, he did not dare to continue fighting, so he used a fast movement technique and fled out of the valley.
If the four-winged blood saint did not escape, it would probably take Zhang Ruochen a long time to kill him. However, he was timid and chose to escape, which gave Zhang Ruochen a chance.
Zhang Ruochen quickly chased after him, formed a knife shape with his palms, and swung forward: "Nine-cut electric knife."
Nine lightning swords flew out in a row, like water waves, one after another, one on top of another, and struck the four-winged blood saint.
The first seven swords were blocked by the Four-Winged Blood Saint. When the eighth sword fell, the violent lightning power tore the four blood wings on his back into pieces of flesh the size of a palm.
The ninth knife flew out and directly split the four-winged blood saint's holy body into two halves, completely draining his life force.
Huang Yanchen walked over, stared at the body of the Four-Winged Blood Saint, and said meaningfully: "Even if you just cultivate your spiritual power, you can become emperor in the future. Anyone who dares to underestimate you will pay a heavy price.
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Zhang Ruochen felt a little tired, so he said without saying anything, "Let's go, get out of here quickly, don't be targeted by the top saint of the immortal vampire clan."
After all, this was the territory of the Immortal Vampire Clan. Making such a big noise would definitely alarm the top brass of the Immortal Vampire Clan, so Zhang Ruochen did not dare to be careless.
The holy sources of the three blood saints were all collected by Huang Yanchen.
Afterwards, Huang Yanchen opened the way in front, while Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo walked in the rear, forming a triangle and colliding with the hundreds of thousands of undead vampires.
The army's battle formation has not yet been fully formed and cannot stop Zhang Ruochen and the others.
After about a cup of tea, the three of them rushed out and disappeared into the horizon.
On the outskirts of the valley, only a large area of bloody corpses was left. More than 30,000 elite undead vampire soldiers died, and countless injured soldiers were injured.
Ningfeng Mansion is a territory occupied by the Qingtian Tribe, one of the ten major tribes. News of this killing quickly reached the ears of the senior officials of the Qingtian Tribe.
King Zhongying is the second most powerful figure in the Qingtian tribe, second only to the Qingtian Blood Emperor.
At this moment, a clone of King Zhongying stood in a magnificent palace, holding the communication light talisman in his hand, and said to himself: "Three blood saints fell, and thirty thousand elite troops were slaughtered. It's so big.
Handwriting. Check the specific identities of the three of them?"
An evil woman wearing a black cloak and a black veil on her face stood under King Zhongying, her voice was a little hoarse, and she said: "Every holy creature in the Northern Territory has been registered, and some have taken refuge.
Some of us are on the "Death List", and there are others we are trying to win over. However, it seems that the three of them are not on our registration list."
This woman, named Zhu Qingyi, is the direct disciple of King Zhongying, and is also a very powerful Saint Realm expert.
"Not a saint from the Northern Territory?" Zhongying Wang said.
Zhu Qingyi said: "Among the three of them, there is a spiritual saint. Could it be that he is a master sent by the Earth Temple to deliberately create chaos in Ningfeng Mansion and want to prevent the Qingtian Tribe and the other three tribes from besieging Hongchuan Mansion?
plan of?"
King Zhongying snorted coldly and said: "The four blood emperors gave orders at the same time. The four major tribes have assembled tens of millions of troops and are bound to capture Hongchuan Mansion. This is the general trend and no one can stop it. Disrupt Ningfeng Mansion.
Just wanting to hold back the Qingtian tribe’s army is just wishful thinking.”
After a pause, King Zhongying asked again: "Where did the three human saints go after they escaped from Langxin County?"