Chapter 925

Over and over, over and over again, Qin Ming has forgotten the time and the pain, and only feels that his body is getting stronger every moment, and his heart is happy.

The flow of magma began to slow down, and the pillar of fire that soared into the sky also began to slowly descend.

The blue wattle scrambled even more frantically. Some blue wattle birds accidentally fell into the pillar of fire and were contaminated with magma. They were instantly brought into it and burned to ashes.

The death of these blue wattle birds calmed down the rest of the blue wattle birds. Although they were still fighting, they were far less crazy than before.

The pillar of fire receded completely, and the flow of magma became slower and slower.

Although the blue thorn birds were very reluctant, they had no choice but to wander in the sky.

At this moment, the blue thorn bird's attention shifted to a man and a mouse in the sky, and became interested in them.

Banlan felt that the atmosphere in the air had become oppressive, and looked at the blue thorn bird, her hairs stood on end, and she hid in Qinwu's arms.

Qin Wu also woke up with a start, her eyes slowly recovered, she looked at the blue thorn bird in the sky, and then at the beauty in her arms.

Stretching out her pure white hand, she stroked the beautiful little head, just like Qin Ming.

Raising her head, looking at the blue wattle bird that was aiming at her, Qin Wu's whole body was full of momentum, she didn't care if she could win or not, she didn't care if she died.

All she knew was that she was very angry now and needed to vent.

Enveloped by Qinwu Wuzun's aura, the blue thorn bird in the sky paused, and then became more boiling and angry.

It's just one Martial Master. There were two Martial Masters just now, and they were waiting for the precious food, so they didn't attack, and now they dare to fight back.

Flocks of blue wattle birds rushed towards Qinwu in groups, with a boundless momentum, overwhelming the blue.

Looking at the blue wattle birds rushing towards them, Qinwu showed no fear on her face, took out her long sword, and stared at them sharply.

"Die to me!"

As soon as she made a move, Qin Wu attacked with all her strength, and the long sword slid across the sky.

With a clatter, blue wattle birds fell from the sky like dumplings.

The death of their companions did not frighten these blue thorn birds, but aroused their ferocity, and the impact became more violent.

Although Qin Wu is a strong martial artist, she was still injured by the inexhaustible blue wattle bird.

There was no pain on her face, but there was madness on the contrary. Qin Ming was already dead, and she didn't have much meaning in living in this world. It would be good to let off steam before she died, and kill these hateful blue wattle birds.

Desperate to die, the sword in Qin Wu's hand has no tricks at all, and blue wattle birds fly by her side with bloodstains.

More blue thorn birds died, but more and more bloodstains appeared on Qin Wu's body. The most important thing was that she was already out of breath, and her dancing sword was no longer as fast as before.

Seeing that Qin Wu seemed to be exhausted, the blue thorn birds were even more excited. They were only emperor-level monsters. If they could eat Wu Zun, the benefits to them were self-evident.

Perhaps, after eating this Wu Zun, there might be some birds among them who can break through to the Wu Zun realm.

"Are you going to die? That's fine!"

Qinwu glanced at the magma below, but there was no memory of the world in her eyes.

She swung her sword more and more slowly, and finally stopped directly, opened her arms, closed her eyes, and faced death calmly.

Seeing Qin Wu give up, the blue thorn bird let out a cry of excitement, and passed her side even more boldly, with bloodstains on it.

Qin Wu in the sky was already covered in blood.