Chapter 452： Unlucky Wang Changhao

As soon as the woman in the golden skirt died, the cyan giant sword was also freed.

Wang Qingshan's sword art was pinched, and Qinglian's son and mother sword flew towards him, suspended in front of him, with some blood stains on the body of the sword.

He took out a white cloth, carefully wiped the blood on the sword body, washed it with clean water, wiped it again, and retracted it into the body.

Wang Qingshan put away the flying sword and the puppet beast, and walked quickly to the bodies of the two Hundred Flowers Sect disciples, taking away their belongings, especially the golden lotus mirror.

Wang Qingshan walked towards the cave. He had to spend time refining the golden lotus mirror. With this magic weapon in his hand, he would have an extra trump card when facing the enemy.

In a certain black jungle, Wang Ruyan sat cross-legged on the ground with a phoenix-tailed qin in front of her. Her slender fingers quickly slid across the strings. Beside her, there was a huge yellow tortoise. The yellow tortoise stood up with ten A few light white streaks.

A small blue umbrella stood on top of Wang Ruyan's butt, and a large blue glow covered Wang Ruyan inside.

Behind Wang Ruyan, two huge black mantises fell in a pool of blood.

Opposite Wang Ruyan, there is a man and a woman, their eyes are closed, their faces are painful.

There were several large pits on the ground nearby, and the pits were bubbling with heat, and two large trees were submerged in the billowing flames.

As time passed, the sound of the piano became tactful and desolate, as if telling a tragic story.

Wang Ruyan's forehead oozes a layer of fine sweat, and his face is slightly pale.

Her eyes turned cold, her jade fingers quickly slid across the strings, and a dozen giant wind blades several meters long flew out.

With two "puffs", the heads of the two were slashed by the giant wind blade and fell to the ground. They couldn't die any longer, and the ground was stained red with blood.

Wang Ruyan breathed a long sigh of relief and said to himself, "I haven't played a tune for a long time, and this "Lost Soul" is a little rusty."

She stood up, and when Fa Jue pinched it, the phoenix-tailed qin turned into a blue light and flew into her mouth and disappeared.

This natal magic weapon was made by Wang Changsheng for her, and it has been cultivated by her in her dantian for more than ten years. It is the first time she has used it.

Wang Ruyan stood up, put away the corpses of the two black mantises, searched for the belongings of the two monks, and set fire to the corpses.

She rested in the jungle for a while, and after the recovery of her mana, she lifted her steps and walked into the distance.

The double-eyed rat she domesticated had already died in the mouth of the monster, so she could only walk around and try her luck.

Speaking of which, the background of the Wang family is too shallow, and there is no experience in exploring the secret cave dwelling. The disciples of the Xiu Xian sect seem to have some way to gather together.

If she can join the three of Wang Qingshan, her survival rate will be higher, and the harvest should be even greater.

At the foot of a certain peak, three men and one woman were fighting fiercely, and one of them was Wang Changhao.

Wang Changhao couldn't stop complaining in his heart. He didn't expect that his luck was so bad, and he actually met three disciples of the Seven Colors Sect, two of which were the third floor of the foundation and one of the fifth floor of the foundation.

With the help of five second-order puppet beasts, Wang Changhao barely resisted the attack of the three, and several pieces of aura slammed on Wang Changhao's body protection spirit hood, and there was a muffled sound of fried beans.

"Three daoists, for no reason, we don't need to fight you to the death! I won't hinder you!"

Wang Changhao said in a deep voice, intending to stop making peace.

"The things in the Jinyangzong ruins belong to our Tang country cultivator. How can you have your Wei country cultivator's share. When you meet us, you can only blame your bad luck."

A tall, thin middle-aged man sneered.

Wang Changhao's heart sank. He knew that the situation was not good. He took out two black round beads, threw them at the middle-aged man, and shouted loudly, "Eat my two Heavenly Thunder Sons."

"Not good, Tianleizi! Hurry up and hide."

When the middle-aged man heard the three words "Tianleizi", his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly took out a red shield to block it in front of him.

There were two muffled sounds of "pop", the black ball shattered, and a large cloud of black smoke gushed out from it, rushing towards the three disciples of the Colorful Sect.

They didn't dare to inhale the thick black smoke, for fear of being poisonous, they hurriedly applied a shield to themselves.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Changhao sacrificed several big fireball charms, turned them into several giant fireballs, and smashed them at the three of them.

"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded, and the flames rolled.

After two breaths, the flames dissipated and disappeared, and Wang Changhao also disappeared.

"Damn it, got tricked."

The middle-aged man cursed with a look of unwillingness on his face.

Just then, a rapid screeching sound rang out.

The middle-aged man had a happy expression on his face, and hurriedly took out a communication plate from his arms, and a law was hit on it, and a man's voice suddenly sounded: "Li Gan, where are you? How many people are there?"

"Senior Brother Chen, I have three people here."

"I will send a signal and join me immediately. The inheritance of Jinyangzong is the most important thing, and other things will be put aside first."

The man's voice was relatively flat, full of undeniable taste.

"Yes, Brother Chen."

Not long after, a dazzling red light appeared in the sky and turned into a giant fireball that could be seen from a distance.

"Go, meet Brother Chen."

The middle-aged man released a red flying boat, carrying his companions to the place where the giant fireball was.

The same scene appeared in various places, and the leaders of various sects sent signals to summon the same sect.

In the ruins of Jinyangzong, the more the number of foundation-building monks, the higher the chance of life-saving. Of course, the gains for each person will definitely be reduced.

On a low soil slope, Wang Qingshan looked up into the sky, and there was a huge tiger pattern in the sky.

It didn't take long for several escaping lights to appear in the sky, flying towards the direction of the tiger pattern.

Wang Qingshan understands that this is someone from the Xiuxian sect who is anxious for the same sect.

There are at least twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators in a sect, and he doesn't want to meet these people.

A burst of blue light lit up under his feet turned into a gust of breeze and ran in the opposite direction.

In a certain dense forest, Wang Changhao's face was pale and turned into an afterimage as he quickly walked through the dense forest.

A few hundred meters away behind him, hundreds of cyan demon wolves were chasing after him.

Wang Chang was arrogant and wanted to scold people. His luck was not good. He had just used the Fire Escape Talisman to escape, but he encountered a group of demon wolves. There were as many as five second-order demon wolves alone.

"Ow!"

The wolf king let out a howl, opened his mouth and spewed out a giant wind blade, and went straight to Wang Changhao.

At the same time, other cyan demon wolves followed suit, spewing cyan wind blades to attack Wang Changhao.

Hearing the sound of "chichi" breaking through the air in his ears, Wang Changhao secretly cried out in his heart, and hurriedly threw several earthen wall talismans behind him, turning them into several yellow earthen walls more than ten feet high, blocking him.