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

At this moment, Qin He's figure was clearly reflected in the eyes of the Blood Crow Saint. He frowned and glanced quickly around.

Soon it locked onto Hei Yu and Wu Zhuzi, who were lying on the ground motionless like dead dogs.

Next to it, there were some fragments of bone staff scattered around.

"Uncle Wu, Uncle Yu?"

The next moment, the Blood Crow Saint's eyes lit up with murderous intent. He locked onto Qin He and shouted, "Who are you, thief, to dare to harm my uncles?"

As it roared, it flapped its six wings, and six blood-colored wind blades slashed directly towards Qin He.

There was no hesitation.

At first glance, the wind blade doesn't seem very powerful, and even the sound of it breaking through the air is very weak.

But Qin He, who was sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the pit, felt his hair stand on end.

The wind blade is extremely sharp, but it does not emit too much power because its murderous intent is extremely condensed and cannot be felt by others.

This murderous intent enveloped Qin He, just like being cut by a sharp blade, about to cut his skin.

What was even more terrifying was its speed. It descended on Qin He's head in an instant and surrounded him from six directions, leaving no room for him to escape.

This simple attack was much more terrifying than the ones launched by Wu Zhuzi and Hei Yu.

"Oh!"

Six blood-red wind blades slashed down and flashed past Qin He's body, causing dust to fly and the whole place to become hazy.

"Hit!"

"do you died?"

More than a dozen Blood Armor generals tried to see the result at the bottom of the pit in surprise.

However, the Blood Crow Saint Son showed no joy at all. Instead, he frowned slightly and shouted, "Seal off the surroundings. That's his afterimage, not his true form."

Following the order, a dozen Blood Armor officers immediately surrounded the pit. They were all followers of the Blood Crow Saint, each possessing an intimidating aura, all at the Dao Palace level. Many were very young, once talented and exceptional, but ultimately chose to follow the Blood Crow Saint.

However, due to the dust, they were unable to lock onto the breath of the figure in the pit for a while. Its breath was erratic, and it seemed that many figures appeared at once.

For a long time, there was no movement at the bottom of the pit, only billowing burnt dust, which showed no signs of dissipating. In fact, it became even thicker.

"Stupid~"

Somewhere on the half wall of the deep pit, Qin He kept taking out various precious medicines from the space under his armpits, chewing them into his mouth with a crunching sound, trying to recover as much as possible.

There are dozens of "Qinhe" at the bottom, moving around and stirring up thick burnt dust.

Since the original is a little more turbid, let’s make it look real.

Delay it as long as you can, and deal with it later when you can’t.

"Rat, let's see how long you can hide!"

The Blood Crow Saint's bloodshot eyes grew colder, and he suddenly spread out his six wings. In an instant, every feather glowed with a blood-red crystal. He was filled with a powerful determination that almost tore the world apart.

Then, a flash of light appeared, and countless wing blades shot out from the tips of the feathers, rising into the sky. Then, one split into two, two split into four, and four split into eight... In just a few breaths, the flashing light turned into wing blades all over the sky, turning back and falling, covering the deep pit.

In an instant, thousands of wing blades poured down like a torrential rain.

Before it landed, the surrounding soil and rocks exploded, cut apart by the terrifying sharpness.

The attack finally took effect. The next moment, a figure jumped out of the deep pit and kicked the guarding blood-armored officer into the pit, cursing: "You bastard, you took advantage of others' misfortune and have no martial ethics."

When the Blood Armor generals saw this, their faces changed.

This person was so fast. He only had the aura of the Lunhai Realm, but he could kick one of his own, who was in the Daogong Realm, into a deep pit.

He had a dark face, holding two people tied together in one hand, and a fluorescent ginseng in the other hand and putting it into his mouth.

"Crunch, crunch," the smacking sound seemed particularly harsh.