Weird Cultivation, I am surrounded by bad women

He fell to the ground, struggling to move his hands, trying to find help.

There was a bloody color in front of his eyes, and everyone seemed to be covered with a thick layer of blood.

The blood in the blood-colored lantern frantically replenished him, trying to repair his wounds, but to no avail.

The alchemist threw out a few flesh pills that stimulated vitality, and they bloomed beside him.

But everyone knew that he would not survive.

No one had time to look at him. The huge pseudo-dragon seized the opportunity of the broken sword formation and rushed into the crowd frantically again.

The injured pseudo-dragon was even more hungry for blood than before.

"Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Zhao, we need you to hold on." Guo Qiming shouted loudly. The blood swords around him were frantically recovering their blood energy and stuffing a large number of pills and blood pills into their mouths.

The Bloodlust Sword Formation is their greatest reliance in resisting this pseudo-dragon, and they must buy time for the Blood Sword.

"You need to hurry up. We may not be able to hold on for long." Upon seeing this, several martial artists activated their life-saving skills.

The strange limbs around them began to grow wildly, and even the flesh on half of their faces began to change color.

The corpse-controlling monk threw out all the corpses and at the same time used secret techniques to amplify the corpse puppets.

The mystic monk was surrounded by black mist, and he began to use all his strength to curse the false dragon with the power of the god.

No one held back anymore.

Everyone knew that at this moment, if they did not unite and fight, they would have no chance of survival.

"I will never let my senior brothers down in their fight." Guo Qiming gritted his teeth, and his meridians began to absorb blood and energy at a heavy load, causing him a strong sense of pain.

He has begun to prepare to use the blood technique and the power of that person.

Chapter 110: I am the only one who goes with the crowd

Just as the Qinglan Sect monks in the water began to put aside their suspicions, use all their trump cards, and join hands to fight against this giant pseudo-dragon.

"Senior sister, you have to go."

Su Chaoxi seemed to force Ye Qingyue to leave first.

His tone was very serious, a seriousness that Ye Qingyue had never heard from him before.

"You come with me." Ye Qingyue's momentum was reduced and his tone sounded pleading.

"I have my own plans, Senior Sister. You don't want me to be unhappy, do you?"

"Go outside and don't come back."

Su Chaoxi glanced at Zhang Qianqian and pleaded, "Senior Sister Zhang, please take her away."

This time it wasn't Zhang Qianqian's turn to speak. Yin Shanshan asked first, "What do you want to do? It's time for you to leave."

Su Chaoxi glanced at Yan Ange's mortal enemy, Yin Shanshan, whom he wanted to take revenge on.

She was actually worried about herself, which made Su Chaoxi feel a little crazy.

Zhang Qianqian also nodded: "Let's go together, we can't help anymore."

Su Chaoxi waved his hand: "I still have things to do."

"Do you want to save them?" Ye Qingyue blurted out as if she had sensed Su Chaoxi's thoughts.

"I just want the reward from the blue dragon." Flames flickered all over Su Chaoxi's body, and the flaming gauze dress appeared beside him again.

"I don't want to save these bastards at all."

But everyone heard it and thought that he really wanted to save everyone.

One by one, the Jindan-level corpse puppets were smashed to pieces by the huge pseudo-dragon, and their equipment began to explode.

The materials around them, the torsos of humans or monsters began to splash everywhere.

One corpse after another was knocked down and damaged to the point where they could hardly stand up and resist.

Along with the masters of the corpse puppets, all the corpse-controlling monks were seriously injured.

The corpse puppet fell, and the martial artists and elixir monsters took over.

The body of the Dan Yao is even more fragile. Except for a few Dan Yao with special abilities, they can slightly stop the pseudo-dragon.

The other Dan monsters were like moths to a flame when facing the pseudo dragon.

The martial artists controlled the strange limbs around them. At this moment, their physical strength reached its peak, and one by one, the strange limbs pierced into the flesh and blood of the pseudo dragon.

The pain caused thunder to spread all over the pseudo-dragon's body, and the thunder split the strange tentacles and twisted them.

Wu Xiu's face turned pale. They needed to evacuate before all their limbs were severed.

Otherwise, after the life-threatening technique expires, they will become blood food for the pseudo-dragon one by one.

However, after paying such a huge price, they successfully blocked this wave of attacks by the pseudo-dragon.

This bought time for the Blood Sword to be repaired.

Not far away, the Blood Sword whose chest was broken was no longer alive.

He died with his eyes still looking at the sky.

The Blood Sword monks formed a sword formation again. Guo Qiming looked outside the lake and saw a group of deacons desperately trying to find a solution.

Su Chaoxi's figure has disappeared.

He must survive, he must kill Su Chaoxi.

The Blood Desire Sword Formation protected a group of true disciples who had already exhausted their strength. The blood sword once again gathered blood energy in the sky, and this time the blood energy even turned the entire sky red.

The blue dragon watched all this happen with fear in his eyes.

The blood turned into a bloodthirsty giant snake and started fighting with the pseudo dragon.

The sword formation released by many blood sword monks together even gained the upper hand this time. The blood snake and the pseudo dragon entangled and fought fiercely and brutally.

The blood snake was replenished with blood and energy, and seemed to be getting braver and braver as the battle went on.

The pseudo-dragon, which was originally in high spirits and extremely arrogant, now began to avoid the bite of the blood snake.

The martial artists and corpse-controlling monks who were receiving treatment from the alchemist and taking elixirs and blood food breathed a sigh of relief.

There's a chance they can hold off this crazy pseudo-dragon.

But their peace of mind was instantly shattered the next moment.

After hearing the sound that no one else could hear, the pseudo-dragon began to attack the blood snake that blocked its way without holding back and frantically attacked it.

It doesn't have much time left, and if it wants to eat these Qinglan Sect monks, it can't hold back.

Even if it requires using up the limited power of the demon pill, it would be a profit as long as I can eat the blood food.

The fake dragon roared, startling the monsters around it and making them growl.

The thunder power around him became even more ferocious, and the defenses built by the blood mage and bone cultivator were easily destroyed.

The blood magician Qi Qi's hands were shaking constantly. All the blood magic he had constructed was destroyed. The backlash of thunder made him roar in pain.

The other bone cultivators were in an even worse situation. The power of thunder attached to their bones and flowed around their bodies. After a while, two of them fainted from the pain.

At the same time, the rain in the swamp became heavier.

The heavy rain was pouring down, soaking everyone's white clothes.

The thunder spread with the raindrops and poured down on the body of the Blood Sword Monk. The blood and energy in his body began to be rapidly consumed.

The blood energy that illuminated the sky red began to fade rapidly, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment.

Under such circumstances, the blood snake, which had been fighting more and more bravely, began to become gradually weak.

It is about to be torn to pieces by the pseudo dragon.

When the blood snake is destroyed, that is when the false dragon will start killing.

At the same time, on the other side, Ye Qingyue, Zhang Qianqian and a group of deacons watched Su Chaoxi step step by step into the water that everyone stayed away from.

He is walking into a trap and seeking his own death.

Su Chaoxi did not lie just now, he did go to get the reward, he did not care about the lives of these people.

But because of his bad reputation as a good man in Qinglan Sect, everyone had a preconceived notion that Su Chaoxi went there to save everyone.

He was a foundation-building cultivator, trying to save a group of Jindan cultivators from a Nascent Soul monster.

This sounds a bit absurd and weird, but it adds a sense of fate to him, that is, he will go forward even if there are thousands of people against him.

Zhang Qianqian looked at his back and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"Why are you so stupid?" Ye Qingyue's voice was choked with sobs. This sense of fate made her beautiful eyes turn red.

Even the deacons felt ashamed in their hearts, as they were not so righteous as this man.

In the Qinglan Sect, a training environment full of intrigue, betrayal and fighting.

Under normal circumstances, there would not be so-called good people like Su Chaoxi and Li Yue.

But when they appear, everyone will feel the presence of such people around them.

It is so trustworthy and so awe-inspiring.

Even Yin Shanshan had the idea of ​​not being an enemy of Su Chaoxi anymore.

I am afraid that if I encounter difficulties in the future, this is the only one willing to help.

Ye Qingyue felt more and more that it was the right thing for her to fall in love with him.

Su Chaoxi hid his figure in the flames and was about to step into the water.

I don’t know what these girls and deacons are imagining.

If he knew, he would definitely be moved.

They are completely Dihua, so don't let the stereotype of his good character be influenced by it.

Chapter 4000 I Really Don’t Want to Be a Saint of the Qinglan Sect ()

After all, the blood snake couldn't withstand the tearing of the pseudo dragon. As the blood energy gradually dissipated, the blood energy transformed by the blood snake filled the sky and dissipated in the downpour.

Along with the ground, the monks' determination to resist was also shattered.

They failed, and the cost of their failure was terrible.

Among the Blood Sword monks, about five or six monks did not have time to dodge and were smashed by the huge pseudo-dragon's tail, breaking their bones.

One by one they collapsed to the ground, screaming in despair.

Amidst the roars, many people looked outside the water as if praying, trying to see the elders coming to support them.

But their hopes were dashed. Apart from the group of late Jindan deacons who were doing useless work, there was no sign of a single elder.

The pseudo-dragon was no longer restrained. It roared excitedly and began to kill indiscriminately.

It first chose to swallow the blood sword that had died earlier, replenishing the demonic power in the demon pill that was lacking in its body.

Next came the Blood Sword Monks whose bones were broken by it.

The desperate Blood Swords could only watch themselves become blood food for the pseudo-dragon.

After eating a hearty meal, it began to attack the monks like a dragon.

The monks had no choice but to put up an irreversible resistance in order to slow down the speed at which the pseudo dragon devoured the monks.

Guo Qiming still had some strength left, and he protected a group of mid-stage Jindan cultivators, his eyes full of uneasiness.

In just a few breaths, the pseudo-dragon had killed and swallowed seven or eight true disciples. As it devoured the blood food of the Jindan realm, its momentum began to rise steadily.

Guo Qiming knew that he would soon take action against this group of mid-stage Jindan cultivators.

In a trance, he seemed to see a figure.

Why does that person look so much like Su Chaoxi?

Su Chaoxi crossed the water barrier and entered the water where heavy rain was falling.

Something he didn't expect happened.

The flaming gauze robe around him was wet by the rain and was instantly extinguished, and his hidden figure was exposed under the eyes of all the true disciples.