The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

Excitement gleamed in Qian Yan's eyes.

With his abilities, it wasn't hard for him to see that the mummified corpse was being manipulated by Qin Yangjun's immortal artifact, which was precisely what surprised him.

This is an ancient corpse that has undergone three stages of tribulation.

Even he, wanting to awaken and manipulate this ancient corpse.

It also requires a complex array of blood sacrifices and soul imprinting to complete, but the person in front of us can do it with just one tool.

If this magical artifact were to fall into his hands...

Thinking of this, Qian Yan's eyes shone with excitement, and he looked at the Ghost God Bell in Qin Yangjun's hand with even more fervor.

He then pulled the arrow that was pinning his arm out.

Qin Yangjun also urged the ancient corpse to attack him again.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The next second, several more arrows shot through the air.

The arrow was incredibly powerful; the gale-force winds surrounding it alone tore ravines into the parched earth.

However, the ancient corpse's arrows did not hit Qian Yan.

He skillfully dodged all the fierce arrows.

Not only that, Qian Yan also had the energy to shout at Qin Yangjun.

"To be honest, you surprise me. If an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator came into contact with this immortal artifact, he would probably be drained in an instant, but you have lasted for so long."

"But you're at your limit, aren't you? How long can you control this immortal artifact? Its spirit has already awakened. When your spiritual power is exhausted, you'll inevitably suffer a backlash. Why not hand it over to me? Maybe I can even leave you with a whole corpse!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yangjun felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

How could he not know what Qian Yan was talking about?

If it weren't for the medicinal effects of the Thousand Soul Blood Spirit Fruit, he wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long.

He has many trump cards up his sleeve, but he can't use them at this moment.

The power of the Ghost Bell is extremely Yin, while his Golden Crow Statue and Golden Crow Banner are extremely Yang.

If he cannot balance these two extreme yin and yang forces, and uses them together, he is very likely to be immediately devoured by his own power.

So before mastering that secret...

He couldn't combine the two forces together.

Chapter Twenty-One: My Sister is Angry

As for Zunlong's Five Elements Technique...

That already consumes spiritual energy.

If he were to use the Five Elements Technique of the Dragon King while using the Ghost Bell, he would probably be drained of his life force in no time.

So the moment he picked up the Ghost Bell, he had no choice but to go down this path to the bitter end.

Now, as his spiritual energy is depleted, Qin Yangjun can sense that the ancient corpse, as well as the spirit within the Ghost God Bell that is gradually regaining consciousness, are beginning to break free from his control.

Qin Yangjun knew that this was not a battle in the first place.

The gap in strength between him and Qian Yan is too great.

Therefore, he never made Qian Yan the target of the blood corpse's attacks.

The blood corpse's arrows flew out and then turned upwards.

boom! boom! boom!

The arrow struck the array in the sky and immediately exploded, causing the heavens and earth to tremble in an instant.

A crack appeared in the array in the sky...

boom!

One corner of the formation shattered.

At the same time, someone thousands of miles away suddenly raised their head.

The spirit immortal keenly sensed that the formation was beginning to break.

“We have to leave. Youyou, give me the rest of your spiritual energy.”

"Qin Yangjun, he..."

“He carries Mu Xianxian’s divine sense, and Mu Xianxian must have already noticed it. There’s no point in us staying here. My soul power is also about to be exhausted. If the previous attack comes again, I won’t be able to withstand it.”

"I understand."

Then Changsun Youyou also began to channel her power into the ring on her hand.

Qian Yan, who was dodging attacks from the blood corpses, also changed his expression drastically when he saw the cracks in the sky.

"Damn it!"

He needed to speed things up. If he didn't deal with Qin Yangjun soon, he wouldn't be able to get the immortal artifact, and he might even lose his own life here.

He gritted his teeth and channeled his spiritual power to clench his fist forward.

A pair of giant, blood-red hands suddenly fell from the sky and slammed directly onto the ancient corpse. In an instant, the blood energy spread in all directions.

Then a giant mouth emerged from the ground and swallowed the ancient corpse whole.

Subsequently, Qin Yangjun could sense that his control over the ancient corpse had been severed.

The next second, Qian Yan appeared behind Qin Yangjun, raising his scythe. However, just as he was about to swing the scythe, a purple flame exploded on his body.

He staggered.

There are other people here?!

Qian Yan turned his head and only vaguely saw a white light.

There wasn't a single ghost in the direction from which the attack was launched.

Qin Yangjun seized the opportunity while Qian Yan was distracted.

He put away the Ghost God Bell, acquired the Blood Dragon Roar, and the Golden Crow Martial Image rose up, a bolt of lightning flashing before Qian Yan's eyes.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, lightning flashed, and Qin Yangjun's eyes widened.

Qian Yan, braving the scorching flames of the Golden Crow, actually managed to catch the sword strike with his bare hands.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Yan's eyes blazed with fire. However, to his surprise, Qin Yangjun vanished like smoke.

A mirage?!

He had completely forgotten that Qin Yangjun also knew how to do this.

Qin Yangjun appeared a hundred meters away and immediately took out a Thousand Mile Escape Talisman.

"Want to escape?!"

But Qian Yan reacted faster than Qin Yangjun, stomping his foot hard on the ground.

An illusory cage appeared instantly, enveloping Qin Yangjun, and the runes on the Thousand Mile Escape Talisman in Qin Yangjun's hand dimmed instantly.

Qian Yan flew into the sky, raising his scythe. A huge black shadow appeared in front of him, holding a giant scythe and slowly raising it.

"Die?!"

Qian Yan swung his sword suddenly, and the scythe in the black shadow's hand slashed down at Qin Yangjun with overwhelming force.

"I can help, but..."

A voice rang in Qin Yangjun's ear.

It seems that the spirit of the Ghost Bell has been fully awakened.

If it helps, there will definitely be conditions, but it can save your life.

At this moment, Qin Yangjun had no time to think too much.

Just as Qin Yangjun was about to agree.

He suddenly sensed a familiar presence.

The appearance of this aura reassured him.

"no need."

hum!

A huge crack opened in the sky beside Qin Yangjun, and a pair of jade hands reached out from the crack.

That devastating blow was effortlessly stopped by those slender, jade-like hands.

Sensing the aura emanating from the crack, Qian Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Damn it! It's that crazy woman!

Suddenly, those jade-like hands exerted force, and the scythe and the phantom shattered instantly, causing Qian Yan to be shaken.

Qin Yangjun finally couldn't hold on any longer, his body went limp, and he knelt on the ground.

The figure stepped out from the crack.

The cage that imprisoned Qin Yangjun shattered in an instant, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

Looking at the person in front of him, Qin Yangjun forced a smile.

"Cough cough, sister... I'm fine, let's kill that guy first."

At this moment, Mu Xianxian stood in front of Qin Yangjun, looking at the hideous wound on Qin Yangjun's chest.

His eyes were wide open.

Damn it!?

Asshole!!!!