C11 I will Spare You from Death

Since ancient times, fiendish demons were hard to find, especially insects like the Violet Gold Ghost Fly.

When humans cultivate, they use spirit bones to determine their natural endowments. But when fiendish demons cultivate, their ranks are divided into higher levels.

Humans had three, six, nine grade bones, while demons had a third, fourth, and twelfth stage!

Originally, the purple-gold ghost fly was just an ordinary Mid Rank Mortal realm demon. Its aptitude was limited, and it could only reach the middle stage of the Spirit Opening Realm at most.

The King of Demonic Flies had been living here all year round, nourished by the pool of blood.

If it weren't for the rules of this place, the King Ghost Fly in front of him would have broken through to the Spirit Realm long ago.

"My meridians are severely damaged, and unless I make a real blood lotus, it cannot be repaired. I must obtain this item. "

"The King of Demonic Flies has keen vision. Everything can be seen within forty meters. To be safe, I need to lure it fifty meters away. This is something that can be done in two breaths of time. "

"It will take three breaths of time to control the zombie to get close to the lotus."

"Therefore, I must stall the King of Demonic Flies for at least five breaths of time."

As Zhou Qing retreated, his brain began to calculate rapidly.

The King of Demonic Flies was powerful, so a head-on clash was tantamount to suicide. However, if it was just a matter of holding back and luring this big fellow away to create a chance for Corpse Demons, Zhou Qing could barely do it.

This was the reason why he had secretly controlled the zombie earlier.

The sound of an ear-piercing explosion rang out from behind him. The Dreadfly King seemed to have transformed into a bolt of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, was right behind Zhou Qing.

A powerful sense of pressure followed. Even without looking back, Zhou Qing could feel a cold wind blowing, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

Weng! *

With a piercing sound, the invisible wind blade followed the Ghost Fly King's six wings and slashed down viciously. Zhou Qing felt his back was in pain and his clothes were torn apart before he could even come into contact with the blade.

Just as Zhou Qing was about to be struck by the Wind Blade, the three hundred Spiritual Qi Swirls in his body all exploded out at the same time, and he did his best to roll to the right.

"Chi!"

The wind blade barely grazed past his shoulder. His clothes were torn apart as he was cut into pieces of flesh. Blood gurgled out of his wounds.

If he had reacted half an inch slower, he would have been cut in half already. This method was no different from dancing on the edge of a blade!

"I've already died once, so what's the harm in going to the gates of hell again?"

"Come, let's continue!"

Zhou Qing gasped in pain, but his mouth showed no mercy as he screamed. At the same time, he quickly calculated the distance between the King of Demonic Flies and the Blood Moon Pond.

The difference of less than twenty meters between the two of them was simply too great. At this moment, if he wanted to use Corpse Demons to forcefully take the True Blood Lotus, it was no different from a fool's dream!

Seeing that the King of Demonic Flies was once again enraged, Zhou Qing gritted his teeth, ignoring the bleeding left arm as he charged forward to once again start the race with the King of Hell!

"Is this guy crazy?!"

In the middle of the battle, Chai Dazhi used his palm to force the purple-gold ghost flies to retreat. Looking at Zhou Qing, who was frantically running away, he couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

He could not understand why Zhou Qing, who had been keeping a low profile all this time, would suddenly explode and provoke that terrifying fellow.

"He's just looking to die."

Not far away, a middle-aged man at the peak of the Spirit Opening Realm beheaded a few ghost flies with his sword as he sneered.

To be able to survive under the siege of these Purple Golden Ghost Flies was already not easy. To steal the elixir from under the King of Demonic Flies' noses, what difference was there between courting death?

What's more, there were two mages eyeing him covetously!

The middle-aged mage resisted the other Ghost Fly King. When Zhou Qing was about to explode, he was also extremely surprised. His cold eyes were fixed on Zhou Qing, and he was ready to strike at any moment.

When he noticed that the King of Demonic Flies was getting further and further away from Zhou Qing, a look of joy appeared on his face, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"An opportunity!"

"Thirty meters!" As long as that brat can pull the King of Demonic Flies another thirty metres, I can quickly attack and seize the True Blood Lotus! "

"By that time, even if the King of Demonic Flies wanted to turn around and intercept him, it would be too late!"

As he thought up to this point, the fire in the middle-aged mage's eyes grew even more intense. In his heart, he hoped that Zhou Qing would be able to last a few more breaths.

At this moment, Zhou Qing was in the middle of being chased down by the giant fly king. His body was riddled with wounds, as though he were a bloody person.

Even though he was doing his best to dodge and only wanted to stall for time, the Ghost Fly King was much stronger than he had expected. If anything went wrong, he would die on the spot!

"Two more breaths!" Just hold on for another two breaths of time! "

Zhou Qing roared in his heart. Although the distance between the two parties was getting closer and closer, the King of Ghost Flies was getting further and further away from the blood pond.

"This is bad!"

A feeling of extreme danger swept across his heart. Before Zhou Qing could react, the Ghost Fly King had already caught up with him. The purplish-gold mouthpart stabbed towards his back!

Pfft.

At this critical moment of life and death, Zhou Qing brazenly turned around and placed his right hand in front of his chest. The next second, the sharp mouthpart pierced through his palm, nailing him to the ground.

This was the moment!

The middle-aged shaman who had been keeping an eye on the situation suddenly glared at them. With a flip of his hand, a twenty-nine thunder talisman was thrown out. Eighteen lightning bolts fell with a loud rumble, repelling the Ghost Fly King who was fighting with him.

He had hidden a two to nine thunder talismans, all for this moment!

As the lightning struck him, the middle-aged mage was about to burst forward.

"Master Mage, save me!" In the distance, even though Zhou Qing was barely alive, he was still paying attention to the two mages' movements. Seeing the middle-aged mage's actions, he anxiously shouted out.

At the same time, Zhou Qing controlled the other Corpse Spirit and stealthily dived into the Blood Moon Pond.

"Hmm?" Hearing that, the middle-aged mage subconsciously stopped, looking towards Zhou Qing.

"It's a big deal!"

In a split-second, he came to his senses and angrily scolded. Like a sharp arrow, his body shot straight towards the True Molten Blood Lotus at the center of the blood pool!

"Hiss, hiss ~ ~ ~"

The middle-aged mage did not hold back as he shot forward at an unstoppable speed, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of wind breaking.

The three Ghost Fly Kings and countless Purple Ghost Flies were alerted at the same time. They no longer bothered to fight with Zhou Qing and the others, immediately changing their direction and pouncing towards the middle-aged mage.

However, it was already too late.

"The Blood Transformation Lotus is mine now!" The middle-aged mage rushed to the center of the blood pool, his face was filled with glee as he reached out with his hand to grab the True Blood Lotus.

Suddenly, something happened!

"Hua …"

Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, a shriveled arm covered in black fog broke out of the water and grabbed the blood lotus. It then pulled the blood lotus out of the water.

The shadow was crisp and nimble, and his movements were smooth.

Everyone was stunned for a moment before they suddenly jumped out of the water. They pulled the huge blood lotus and fled into the distance, looking extremely comical!

Behind him, the water splashed down, reminding everyone that what had just happened was not an illusion.

"Evil creature, you're courting death!"

The side of the Blood Moon Pond instantly turned into a mess. The middle-aged mage's eyes widened to the point of splitting as he roared in anger!

He had been cutting through brambles and thorns the entire way to fight the Purple Gold Ghost Fly King. He did not hesitate to spend two hundred and nine thunder talismans just so he could obtain the True Blood Lotus.

But now, the duck that was about to reach his mouth had flown away?!

"Son, don't run!"

With a heart-wrenching roar, the black-robed mage became even more sorrowful. He channeled all of the mana in his body and chased after the black shadow with red eyes.

Buzz! Buzz!

At the same time, the three Ghost Fly King also led a group of purple and gold ghost flies towards that direction.

The instant the Ghost Fly King left, Zhou Qing's taut heartstrings finally relaxed. He sat down heavily on the ground, breathing heavily with some lingering fear, as he thought to himself, This is too dangerous.

If Corpse Spirit had been slower by a little bit, he would have become a dead body now without a shred of luck!

Soon, however, his expression once again grew solemn. Although Corpse Ghost was extremely fast, it was only at the peak of the Spirit Opening Realm. Soon, everyone would catch up.

However, since he had obtained the Blood Solidification Lotus, there was no reason for him to give it to anyone else.

Zhou Qing lowered his head to look at the sand, and his eyes lit up. He then controlled the corpse ghost and hid the entire blood lotus in the sand without anyone noticing.

After doing all of this, the zombie ghost didn't hesitate to charge into the distance once more.

"Brother Zhou, just now, you …"

At this time, the rest of the team had also recovered. Chai Dazhi walked over to Zhou Qing's side. He looked at Zhou Qing who looked as if he had bathed in a pool of blood. His face was full of worry, but he stopped midway.

Zhou Qing silently circulated his cultivation technique, causing his face to turn even paler. He weakly said, "Let's not talk about this. Let's leave this place first."

This place was the Ghost Fly King's lair, and the three Ghost Flies would definitely return. The True Blood Lotus was taken right under their noses, and their anger was not something that these people could withstand.

When he thought of the Dullahan King's terror, Chai Dazhi shivered, not daring to say anything more. He quickly helped Zhou Qing up, and called for everyone to follow the path they had come from.

Under the intentional guidance of Zhou Qing, the group went through a series of twists and turns before finally arriving outside of the blood mist.

During this process, when Zhou Qing approached the place where the True Blood Lotus was buried, he had already silently put it into the Stone of Life Space.

"What should we do next?" Do you want to leave immediately? "

Arriving here, someone suggested that the actions of the two mages before would cause everyone's hearts to turn cold.

"Even if we leave now, it will be a dead end. Who can leave?" Someone laughed bitterly.

In this damned place, leaving alone without the protection of a Mage was no different from courting death.

At this time, Zhou Qing, who was quietly recovering from his injuries, had a flash of light in his eyes. The reaction between him and the corpse ghost had disappeared!

As expected, after about half an incense worth of time, the Black Demon and the middle-aged mage came over. The two of them seemed to be slightly dispirited, and a large amount of blood stained the chest of the middle-aged mage's clothes.

It seemed that these two unlucky fellows had endured the wrath of the Purple Golden Ghost Flies … Zhou Qing inwardly laughed, but his face remained expressionless.

"You guys, how dare you!"

Black Fury Qi swept across everyone's faces, their vicious gazes finally landing on Zhou Qing, not concealing the killing intent in their eyes at all.

"Hand over the True Blood Lotus and I'll spare your life!"

The middle-aged Mage's expression was also dark as he approached Zhou Qing, his entire body suffused with killing intent.