The White Witch Corpse King thought in his heart that something was wrong. If he continues to fight like this, even if Weng Qingyu does not sacrifice the Immortal Claw Circle, he will just betray himself to death.

The desire to retreat arises in my heart.

The spiritual consciousness disperses, paying attention to the surrounding situation.

As for other disciples, I can't take care of them for the time being.

If there is no fairy-killing circle, even if the White Witch Corpse King fails, he will find a way to let the ordinary disciples of the branch move away first.

However, the circle of killing immortals really made him very afraid.

If ordinary disciples leave first now, their intentions will be exposed and they may not be able to leave.

It is true that the White Witch Corpse King is the left guardian of the Corpse Refining Sect, but what he cares more about is his long life.

Of course, there is an entry that cannot be left behind anyway.

The spiritual sense swept over, and the stone door of the No. 36 cultivation room was closed, and the room was hazy, and the spiritual sense was blocked. I didn't know what the little corpse - no, it should be a purple zombie now - was doing.

Zhou Xingwen Sanji was loyal to the gate of the stone gate, not disturbed by the fighting from the outside world. It seemed that no accident occurred.

The White Witch Corpse King was thinking about his way to rush to the cultivation room, kidnap Zhang Yang and then escape.

He swung the black iron stick and smashed the Feifei Sword with one stick. The White Witch Corpse King waved his wings behind him, his body flashed, and he plunged into the Horseshoe Valley and headed towards the cultivation room.

Weng Qingyu's eyes flashed with cold light. Although he didn't know the intention of the White Witch Corpse King suddenly fleeing into the valley, he would stop everything the enemy wanted to do. This was always true.

With a thought, the circle of killing immortals was sacrificed.

call out!

A white light flashed and headed straight towards the White Witch Corpse King.

The White Witch Corpse King's eyes widened in an instant.

Although I have long heard of the great reputation of the Immortal Cultivation Circle, and although I have just seen the sharpness of the Immortal Cultivation Circle... However, only when I am in the scene can I know how terrible the power of the Immortal Cultivation Circle is!

The moment he was locked, a chill rose from his heart, and the feeling of trembling seemed to make his heart tremble.

The White Witch Corpse King had a premonition that no matter how he dodged, he could not avoid the immortal killing circle. Only by collide with hard to block the immortal killing circle was the only chance of life.

Before I could think too much, the white light had arrived in front of me.

The White Witch Corpse King burst out with all his strength, and the black iron rod was swung up and smashed, and at the same time, his body twisted and dodged.

bite!

With a crisp sound, the White Witch Corpse King felt a lighter in his hand and said in his heart that a terrible sound was heard.

The next moment, a white light flashed.

puff!

With a sound, the sticky blood splattered, and the thick arms flew up in the air.

The black iron rod is not an ordinary thing after all. Although it cannot stop the Immortal Crushing Circle, it is still broken and the direction is stagnant. It is not coming towards the neck and sucking the arm.

The White Witch Corpse King lost one arm but saved his life.

Now, he no longer dared to think about it. The secret technique was activated, and a ball of blood was emitted from his body. The wings behind him suddenly turned into blood-red. With a fierce force, the whole thing turned into a stream of light. It had reached dozens of miles away in an instant, and then waved it again and quickly fled to the distance.

As for Zhang Yang and the disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect, they didn't care about them.

The little zombie's martial arts made the White Witch Corpse King very interested, but everything was a scum compared to his long life.

Weng Qingyu took back the Immortal Killing Circle. Before he could take action for the second time, the White Witch Corpse King had already escaped dozens of miles away, leaving only one figure behind.

"Escape quickly! It's a pity that I couldn't kill you!"

Weng Qingyu shook his head regretfully.

The other disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect around him were killed when they saw Elder Jiang Yan. Even the left guardian who was strong and invincible in the eyes of the disciples, who were like the invincible god of war, was cut off one arm and then fled in a panic... At this time, they had no intention of resisting, and they all set up their escape lights to escape quickly.

In the first line of gorge, dozens of lights scattered and fled. Some cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage rushed on the ground, but the disciples who were left behind received the news and began to flee.

Weng Qingyu snorted coldly, and he was the only one who entered, so he was too lazy to chase after him.

More importantly, his spiritual sense dispersed and immediately sensed that a violent aura was extremely violent in the corner of Horseshoe Valley. It should be the culprit that caused the leak of the surrounding aura.

In other words, if it was a magical weapon, it would be meaningless to chase and kill those ordinary disciples.

Weng Qingyu nodded with satisfaction, turned to Old Monster Qiu and several other Jindan-stage cultivators next to him and asked:

"What? Do you fellow Taoists still want to compete with Weng for the belonging of the thing below?"

Old Monster Qiu was stunned and quickly smiled on his face:

"Fellow Daoist Weng was joking. Treasures were born, and those with virtue have always lived there. It is best to be a fellow Taoist. In the next few days, I have some experience in comprehending the remains of immortal wars, so I have to go back to the mountain to retreat. Take one step first, and fellow Taoist does not need to send them away!"

After saying that, without waiting for Weng Qingyu's answer, he set up the escape light and left immediately.

Seeing this, several other Jindan-stage monks didn't know what to do? They all said resigned and left like running away.

In a blink of an eye, the entire U-shaped valley and above became empty, leaving only a small black dot in the sky, which was where Weng Qingyu entered.

"Hahaha……"

Weng Qingyu suddenly laughed up.

Thinking about the power of the past, with the power of one jin, he killed Mao Zombie Yan, and severely damaged the famous White Witch Corpse King in the cultivation world, causing a branch of the Corpse Refining Sect to flee in a panic... Facing the treasure, many cultivators of the same level, such as Weng Lao Monster, did not even dare to fight for themselves... All of this was extremely happy.

"The White Witch Corpse King escaped in a panic and would definitely go to the Corpse Refining Sect to ask for help. Fortunately, I have already reported the message to the Master Sect, so I will not be afraid of him."

"Besides, I have an Immortal Killing Circle, and I am invincible below the Nascent Soul Stage. Even the weaker old monster in the God Transformation Stage, I am not without the power of a fight."

Weng Qingyu only felt full of energy and had a circle of killing immortals, so he didn't take Yao's attention.

Ang—Suddenly, a melodious roar came from the cave on the ground.

Boom - a loud bang.

Crash-the mountain swayed violently, and countless gravels collapsed.

Weng Qingyu frowned.

"Hmm? Isn't it a magic weapon, but a monster?"

"What a powerful monster that can dissipate such a powerful source of Yin and Cold?"

Weng Qingyu looked at the gray fog floating in the sky, thought for a moment, turned into escape light and headed towards the cave where the roaring sound came from.

He saw with his own eyes that countless disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect escaped from this cave. Even if there were monsters here, they were trapped monsters and would not cause harm to him.

He has this confidence.

… Hundreds of miles away.

The White Witch Corpse King was covered in blood and the green fluff was stuck together, and he looked very injured. More importantly, his breath was weak, and he used the secret technique to escape for the last time, causing him far more damage than his broken arm.

I looked down at the wound, and the thick and purple blood was still flowing out slowly.

The White Witch Corpse King frowned.

"The Immortal Claw Circle is indeed extraordinary. If you have normal injuries, the wound will heal automatically at this time, and new flesh should have grown."

"But looking at the wound cut by the Immortal Claw Circle, it is difficult to heal."

As he said that, he took out a pill from the object-taking ring.

When I started the pill, a yin and cold breath dispersed, and it was spinning in the palm of my hand, looking extremely pure and moist.

He raised his head and took it.

Soon, a strange energy, rich in the power of yin and cold, began to approach the wound, and slowly, slowly, the wound began to heal.

Seeing this, the White Witch Corpse King breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the direction of the U-shaped valley and said with hatred:

"Yao Yuzong!"

"Weng Qingyu!"

"I will definitely avenge this revenge!"

Think about the lost Yinquan Spirit, think about the little zombie that might help me advance... The White Witch Corpse King is almost crazy.

He forced himself up, waved his wings behind him, and fled towards the Corpse Refining Sect.

He wants to go back to find his old master to come and help the soldiers!

...The No. 36th Practice Room.

The stone gate locked from the inside, and although the protective magic array was mostly damaged, it was impossible for a small foundation-building cultivator to force it to open it from the outside.

Therefore, when the Corpse Refining Sect was defeated and retreated, Zhou Xingwen and others could not even inform Zhang Yang.

In the end, the situation was urgent and I had to escape by myself.

Now, Zhang Yang is in this forgotten corner, sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, with his fingers stretched out, and a light blue ice flame continued to spray, tempering the bone wings suspended in front of him.

He has maintained this action for several hours.

The vibration of the mountain and the rolling stones did not disturb him.

Although this is the first time to refine weapons, Zhang Yang has done the most impressive guidance method like "Taiyin Refining Shape? Refining Matters".
To be continued...