After the blood light left Qin Zheng's body, there was nothing strange about Qin Zheng's whole body.
Qin Zheng, who felt that there was no change in his body, stretched out his hands and looked at himself in disbelief.
Qin Zheng murmured: "Could it be that Qin Buyi's move is just a sword technique that looks bluffing, but actually has little lethality at all?"
"This move is very similar to illusion..."
Ying Gan and Ling Gongzi also noticed the situation here in Qin Zheng, and they were very puzzled.
Ying Gan whispered: "Qin Buyi's move doesn't look like an illusion. Why does it pass through Qin Zheng's body and have no effect?"
While the two were thinking this, Qin Zheng's body suddenly changed.
The first thing to change was Qin Zheng's sea of consciousness. Qin Zheng's originally golden sea of consciousness was now blood red.
The blood red quickly erased Qin Zheng's memory.
The expression on Qin Zheng's face switched back and forth from confusion to sobriety.
"Who am I...I am Qin Zheng, the emperor of the Qin Dynasty."
"Where is this...no, I'm running for my life now."
"What kind of magic is this and why is my memory so severely affected?"
"Boom~!"
Qin Zhengzhihai exploded.
The sound of the explosion of the consciousness sea of the semi-immortal strongman can be said to resound throughout the world.
When Ying Qian and Ling Gongzi, who were hundreds of miles away, heard the loud noise, their expressions suddenly changed.
Mr. Ling trembled and said: "This... this is the explosion of the sea of consciousness!"
"Damn it! This sword technique is too terrifying."
After Qin Zheng's sea of consciousness exploded, the changes in his body were not over yet.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Zheng's compact skin instantly became loose, and his tall and straight figure became rickety.
The clear eyes were even more cloudy.
The aura of semi-fairyland suddenly dropped from his body.
Mahayana realm...
Overcoming the Tribulation Realm...
Fusion state...
Foundation building realm...
When Qin Zheng's cultivation level fell to the early stage of Foundation Establishment, there was another explosion in his body.
"Boom~!"
With this explosion, Qin Zheng's cultivation level completely dropped to the foundation-building realm and he became a mortal without any cultivation level.
After losing all his cultivation, Qin Zheng instantly lost the ability to fly.
The withered body is like a dead tree
Falling from the sky.
At this time, Qin Zheng's body burst out with a strong aura of annihilation.
Under the watchful eyes of Ying Gan and Master Ling, Qin Zheng's body quickly turned into nothingness like sand blown by a strong wind.
In the eyes of Ling Gongzi and Ying Qian, this scene is nothing less than a very thrilling horror movie.
Weird! Too weird!
If they were in the Tribulation Realm or the Mahayana Realm, and this happened, neither of them would be so frightened.
But this is a strong person in the semi-immortal realm. The strong person in the semi-immortal realm basically ranks above hundreds of millions of people among all the forces around the Ming Dynasty and the Qin Dynasty.
There are as many cultivators as there are sands in the Ganges, but those who can truly break through to the semi-immortal realm are like holding a handful of sands in the Ganges. There are only so many.
Now such a powerful person died in a strange way that cannot be understood at all.
Ying Qian and Ling Gongzi both felt a trace of fear in their hearts, fear of the power Qin Buyi had in his hands.
Ying Gan took a deep look at Qin Buyi, and he was convinced of Master Ling's previous speculation, and said to himself: "This Qin Buyi is indeed a disciple of one of the supreme religions, Chanjiao, otherwise how could he have such shocking methods!"
As for Mr. Ling, his heart is full of fear. He is now standing on the opposite side of Qin Buyi.
Qin Zheng, who was similar to him in cultivation, was killed by Qin Buyi with one blow, let alone him!
Mr. Ling couldn't help but think to himself: "Where on earth did the Ming Dynasty find such a freak!"
"Chanjiao, one of the most upright and supreme sects, actually cultivated such a murderous demon."
"Judging from the knife in his hand, the number of creatures slaughtered is definitely an unimaginable amount."
Due to the fear in his heart, Qin Buyi in Master Ling's mind seemed to be filled with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind him.
Qin Buyi was standing in the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses, standing tall with a long knife in his hand.
While Mr. Ling was thinking about it, the killing sword technique of Annihilation and Immortal Killing came to Mr. Ling's side.
"Qiang!" "Boom!"
The extremely domineering jet-black sword struck the fan, making a sound of gold and iron.
Then there was an explosion, and the dark sword light split open cracks on the fan surface.
Mr. Ling couldn't help but feel relieved as he watched the dark sword light dissipate.
He was now in an extremely dangerous situation, with Qin Buyi's dark sword in front of him, and the bloody light that had just killed Qin Zheng behind him attacking him.
Now that the dark sword light has dissipated, it means that Mr. Ling only needs to concentrate on targeting the bloody light from behind.
Sudden!
Just as Mr. Ling was about to recall his fan, he blocked it behind him.
Where the dark sword light dispersed, a dazzling light of annihilation rose.
The light of annihilation shines on the fan...
"Click!"
"Crack!"
The cracks on the fan surface caused by the jet-black sword light suddenly intensified and spread to all parts of the fan surface.
In less than a breath, the fan surface was like a broken spider web, covered with cracks.
At the same time, the fan trembled slightly, as if it might explode at any time.
As the light of annihilation shines, like the last straw that breaks the camel's back in the desert, the fan can no longer hold on.
"Crack!"
"boom!"
The fan completely exploded, and the shattered fan fragments flew around like cannonballs.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mr. Ling's mouth.
This fan is something that he has nurtured in his heart. Destroying the fan would also be a great harm to Mr. Ling himself.
Mr. Ling's face was pale and bloodless, and his aura was constantly rising and falling.
Mr. Ling used all his strength to activate the spiritual power in his body, and then stabilized the ups and downs of his breath.
"My fan! My precious fan!" Mr. Ling said distressedly.
He has cultivated this fan for many years, and most of his combat power needs this fan to be used.
The materials for refining this fan are extremely precious, and everything has a price but no market.
At this time, Mr. Ling felt a stinging pain in his back.
In his spiritual thoughts, the blood light was already very close to Mr. Ling.
This moment directly pulled Mr. Ling out of his grief. In the face of a life-and-death crisis, treasures and other things were not as important as life.
If the treasure is gone, it can be refined again, but if the life is gone, it is really gone.
Young Master Ling thought of Qin Zheng's tragic death just now and quickly bit the tip of his tongue. The essence and blood all over his body were burned crazily by Young Master Ling as if he was free of money.
Mr. Ling's mind moved slightly, and his figure appeared hundreds of miles away in the blink of an eye.
As soon as he showed his body, Master Ling didn't dare to delay at all, and used all his strength to teleport towards the distance again.
Ying Qian looked at Mr. Ling running further and further away, with a hint of anxiety on his face.
If Mr. Ling runs away, it will definitely be a huge headache.
