Chapter 1117: Chapter 340: Eight Thousand Spirit Seals! How Is This Possible! (6k, Monthly Ticket Lottery Begins)_2

"Crack!"

The mountain of corpses and sea of blood shattered inch by inch. The figure of Nangong Lu fell from the void, his face filled with disbelief!

"No... this isn’t possible! What have you done?!"

Zhou Qing said indifferently, "Here’s a piece of advice for you—"

He took a step forward, golden ripples spreading from beneath his feet, shattering the realm of death like glass wherever they passed!

"When facing a mortal enemy, speak less nonsense."

"No one wants to hear about your past, nor do they care about your insights."

"Break!"

As the last word fell, the entire realm exploded with a roar! Nangong Lu spit out blood, his aura instantly withering!

"Die!"

Zhou Qing’s figure moved like lightning, and Tetanus shot forth fiercely.

"Are you all dead men? Help!" Nangong Lu roared angrily while retreating, flinging out three terrifying streams of light from his sleeve.

Three pitch-black bone nails tore through the void, shooting straight at Zhou Qing’s forehead!

A small white bone tower expanded with the wind, its suppressing force solidifying the space!

Talismans burned, transforming into blood-red chains that wrapped around, locking the soul and corroding the bones!

Zhou Qing’s pupils shrank suddenly!

These three magical treasures, each emanating a terrifying Spirit Severing Realm aura, were obviously killing weapons crafted by the Nangong Family’s ancestor himself!

Moreover, the eight Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection individuals, who had been observing, now formed a killing array and charged in.

In an instant, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi rioted, blood-red pillars of light sealed all directions, cutting off Zhou Qing’s retreat completely!

"Spineless clown, the Taoist of the Nangong Family is just this much!"

Zhou Qing sneered mockingly, but the battle intent in his eyes burned to the extreme!

Faced with a desperate situation, not only did he not retreat, he even took a step forward!

Boom!

He transformed directly into the second form of the Golden-winged Roc, an imperial might exploded forth, forcibly resisting the suppression of the white tower!

At the same time, a Golden Crow rushed out, colliding with the three Soul-Slaying Nails, bursting into a sky full of sparks!

But the blood-red chains had already enveloped him, causing Zhou Qing’s movement to slow, actions suddenly sluggish!

"Good opportunity!"

The eight Divinity Transformation Perfection individuals seized the moment, shooting countless blood blades from the killing array!

"Puff puff puff!"

Blood blades fell like rain, and in an instant, over a dozen deep wounds appeared on Zhou Qing’s body, blood gushing like a spring!

"Buzz—"

Golden light blossomed from Zhou Qing’s body; amidst the Brahma sounds, the fractured bones visibly mended at a rapid pace!

Furthermore, with the surging spare Spiritual Power from the golden flower, his aura rose rather than fell!

Zhou Qing twisted his neck, making a "crack" sound, his eyes under the mask cold as a blade:

"Just directly serve with realm, your Taoist’s realm is still decent, but it’s still lacking something!" Zhou Qing looked at the eight men, his tone contemptuous.

The eight elders exchanged glances, simultaneously forming seals, each of their realms unfolded violently, weaving into a net and descending.

Zhou Qing didn’t resist but let the different realms swallow him.

"Kill!"

The eight elders shouted sharply, launching fierce killing moves from their respective realms toward Zhou Qing.

In his Golden-winged Roc humanoid form, Zhou Qing’s body was covered in dazzling golden scale armor, layers of protection stacked, allowing these attacks to fall on him.

"Boom boom boom!"

Fire dragons tore, ice spikes pierced, swords slashed...

Zhou Qing remained unmoved, ripples of Spiritual Power continuously rising around him, sparks flew off the golden scale armor, leaving at most a slight white mark.

In just a moment, Zhou Qing seemed satiated, even burped, then suddenly opened his eyes, golden light exploded from them!

"Fancy tricks."

He pointed out like a sword, gently slicing—

"Break!"

With the utterance of a word, the eightfold realms simultaneously exploded!

The eight elders spat blood simultaneously, their faces turning pale instantly, their Divine Souls suffering a severe backlash!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

They looked at Zhou Qing in horror, eyes filled with disbelief.

However, Zhou Qing gave them no chance, blood phoenix wings appeared suddenly behind him, like a curtain covering the sky, enveloping the eight elders within. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Moreover, he took the opportunity to wield the No-Light Karmic Fire Mirror, golden threads spreading, dragging the eight figures into the mirror world, refining them with karmic fire.

Then using the Spirit Gathering Array to maintain, his body dove in, when the refinement approached completion, performing the final tempering with the Blood Wing Illusion.

A moment later, three Blood-colored Crystals were in his hand, while the Extreme Dao Weapon was swiftly tucked away, never revealing it at any time.

Compared to the Extreme Dao Weapon, he would rather expose the Inscription Level Divine Techniques.

"Hoo—"

After completing all this, Zhou Qing held the Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal in one hand, quickly absorbing to replenish his consumption.

Only then did he look at Nangong Lu, who was hastily healing not far away, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Nangong Lu also opened his eyes at this moment, meeting Zhou Qing’s gaze, involuntarily shivered.

Eight people, just died like that?

How is this possible!

...

"Puff—"

Luo Lingling suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. She struggled to turn around, gazing in the direction they fled from, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"Life force... is behind us?" She muttered to herself, her voice weak yet filled with puzzlement, "How could this be... could it be hiding in plain sight?"

Ghost Mastiff was about to speak when the black-scaled spear in his hand suddenly hummed and trembled, the spear tip bursting with dazzling cold light!

"Whoosh!"

The long spear shot out like lightning, stabbing into the depths of the dense forest!

Yet at the last moment, came to a screeching halt—

The spear tip just an inch away from the old hen’s throat!

"Cluck?!"

The old hen’s eyes widened, feathers puffed up, and she fainted directly from a tilted neck.

"Old Hen!"

Luo Lingling, disregarding her injuries, stumbled forward, trembling fingers gently pressed on the hen’s neck.

Feeling the faint pulse, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Three-Color Restriction can’t trap it..." She suddenly realized, a light of surprise bursting from her eyes, "Could it be that Xiao Qing has arrived?!"

Ghost Mastiff also breathed a sigh of relief, almost killing the little junior’s pet. He wiped the cold sweat seeping from his forehead, but suddenly looked up, "You just said that life force is..."