After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Qin He's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the blood in his chest suddenly surged. A golden column of blood and energy shot straight into the sky like a wolf smoke, dyeing the clouds above Black Stone Town golden red.

This time, he no longer held back any strength. The potential of his pure-blooded body was fully stimulated. Every inch of his muscles was trembling, every blood vessel was dilating, and even the air was slightly distorted by the scorching blood.

"This...what kind of energy and blood strength is this?!" In the direction of the Black Stone Mansion, Elder Black Stone suddenly stood up from the armchair, his eyes fixed on the golden light column in the center of the battlefield, his tone full of surprise and doubt.

"Powered purely by Qi and blood, this is the legendary method of the physical cultivation lineage. How could one actually reach this point? With such power, who on earth is this kid? Let alone the Divine Bridge Realm, even a Qi cultivator on the other side might not possess such powerful Qi and blood!"

His fingertips tapped the air unconsciously, his eyes showing both fear and a hint of imperceptible greed. The pure-blooded physique was a favorite of demon cultivators and had endless uses.

At the edge of the ruins, Dayajin and the others were already stunned. Ma Da's mouth dropped open, his honest voice changing tone. "Master Tai... Qin, uh, is Brother Mo a human? This energy and blood is even more terrifying than the blood pool dragon we've seen. No wonder they said they couldn't sense the energy fluctuations around him."

Ma Er was also in disbelief. "How could he possibly defeat a Divine Bridge Realm warrior purely by relying on Qi and blood?"

Liu Shan and Ge Yanbing exchanged a glance, each seeing horror in the other's eyes. Ge Yanbing whispered, "No wonder he dared to save us alone. It turns out he has such a hidden card. But behind the warrior is a messenger of God. The trouble behind this is even greater. Alas~"

Xiao Wujiu huddled behind a broken wall in the distance, his legs so weak that he could barely stand. The color drained from his face, leaving only endless horror.

He had previously thought that Qin He was only slightly stronger than him, but the power he unleashed at this moment actually made him feel a kind of despair, like an ant trying to shake a tree. It was a feeling of oppression that even Shen Gonglan had never given him.

"Tianshe Pavilion, Mo Qianyang's disciple? When did Mo Qianyang, this old eccentric who works alone, accept such a docile disciple? He doesn't look like an evil cultivator at all." He muttered to himself, and had already cursed Mo Qianyang a thousand times in his heart. If he had known that his disciple was so terrifying, he would have slipped away long ago.

On the battlefield, the pupils of the two gilded armored soldiers suddenly shrank when they saw this.

The soldier on the left shouted in a deep voice, "He's actually a pure-blooded body cultivator. How rare! No wonder he's so arrogant!"

The armored soldier on the right snorted coldly, and the runes on his spear shone brightly: "No matter how strong the Pure Blood Path is, it will eventually be worn down to death without the support of Yuanli!"

Before he finished speaking, the two men had already pounced forward again, and the golden energy was infused into the spears, condensing into two giant spear shadows several meters long. One on the left and the other on the right attacked like thunder, and the wind from the spears swept across the ground, raising large pieces of rubble.

Qin He gripped the silver spear tightly, and golden blood rushed into his arm. The spear was burned red and seemed to be melting.

He dodged the giant spear shadow on the left by leaning to the side, and swept the silver spear across, performing the "Dragon Swinging Tail" move. The tip of the spear, with a golden air wave, smashed heavily into the spear of the armored soldier on the right.

"Dang!" The sound of metal clashing was deafening. Qin He only felt a huge force coming along the gun barrel. His arms went numb, his blood was surging, and his body involuntarily took three steps back. His feet plowed three deep grooves on the ground.

The soldier on the right was also shocked and took a half step back. The runes on his shoulder armor dimmed a little. He exclaimed in surprise: "This energy and blood power is so strong!"

The soldier on the left seized the opportunity to swing his spear, the tip pointed at Qin He's heart. The concentrated edge of his energy nearly pierced the air. Qin He's eyes focused, and he twisted his body abruptly. The silver spear drew a semicircle across his chest, unleashing the "Dragon Scale Heart Guard" technique. Golden energy and blood gathered in front of him, forming a thin layer of defense.

With a "puff" sound, the spear pierced the blood defense and actually broke a gap. The tip of the spear brushed against Qin He's ribs, bringing up a trickle of blood.

"Qin...uh...Brother Mo, be careful!" Daya Jin couldn't help but exclaim.

Qin He was not at all flustered. He twisted his body and suddenly turned the silver spear around, with the tip of the spear pointing directly at the lower abdomen of the soldier on the left.

The soldier on the left hurriedly drew his spear to block, but Qin He turned his wrist, and the tip of his spear changed from a stab to a poke, smashing hard on the opponent's spear shaft. At the same time, he pushed the ground hard with his left foot, and rushed towards the soldier on the right like an arrow, with the tip of his spear pointing directly at his throat.

The armored soldier on the right hurriedly blocked with his spear, and the two men fought together, with the sound of metal clashing incessantly.

Over the next half incense stick of time, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense.

Relying on his exquisite Panlong spear skills and strong body, Qin He avoided the killing moves of the two soldiers time and time again, and at the same time seized the opportunity to counterattack. However, the two soldiers cooperated with each other tacitly, their Yuanli flowed continuously, their spears attacked like a tide, and from time to time they launched long-range attacks with Yuanli runes, forcing Qin He into danger frequently.

Qin He's energy and blood were consumed very quickly, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his breathing became heavier.

Qin He didn't understand what pure-blooded Dao was, but the two soldiers obviously did, and they knew their own shortcomings very accurately.

Despite his explosive power, his endurance was a weakness. If he continued to consume energy like this, he would eventually die of exhaustion. Qi and blood weren't something you could simply restore by swallowing a handful of Huiyuan Pills.

"We must fight quickly and decisively!" His thoughts raced through his mind, and he glanced at the two soldiers. He found that the soldier on the left had a slightly weaker defense, and the shoulder armor he had just scratched was the breakthrough point.

But even if a breakthrough is found, the opponent's energy defense is still tricky.

Qin He gritted his teeth, tightly gripping the silver spear in his right hand while quietly reaching into his arms with his left hand. His fingertips touched the cold remains of the Chaos Shovel - this was his last trump card.

"die!"

Qin He suddenly let out a low roar, and his blood and energy surged again. The golden light enveloped his entire body, and it faintly condensed into the shadow of a giant.

He deliberately exposed a flaw, and the soldier on the left immediately swung his spear at the sight. The spear tip, condensed with Yuanli, made a sound of breaking through the air and headed straight for Qin He's heart.

"Now!" Qin He's eyes flashed fiercely, and his body suddenly sank. While avoiding the spear, his left hand suddenly threw out the broken blade of the Chaos Shovel.

Although the broken blade was small, it carried a heart-pounding aura. It turned into a black light in the air, silently passed through the defense gap of the soldier on the left, and accurately pierced his neck which was not protected by armor.

The soldier on the left's pupils suddenly shrank and he covered his neck in disbelief.

"Pfft~"

The next moment, blood gushed out crazily from between his fingers. He wanted to circulate his energy to force out the broken blade, but the sharp energy of the broken blade had already spread throughout his body through the wound, destroying his meridians and the foundation of his energy.

This injury is far more than just a bloody wound.

"What's this?"

He muttered something, and the vitality and strength in his body dried up rapidly like a leaky basin. He staggered and fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes full of unwillingness and horror.