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

As the old saying goes, if you think about something, it will come true.

Perhaps Qin He had to try out the local power when he arrived in the Western Regions. Whatever he feared would come true, and whatever he guarded against would appear.

He had just run less than a hundred miles when suddenly a fierce murderous intent locked onto him from behind.

The one who is not the Blood Crow Saint is more than ten times more powerful!

Qin He's hairs stood on end. He looked back and saw that the sky behind him was filled with blood, dyeing half of the sky a gorgeous red.

A strong smell of blood and decay suddenly filled the air.

You have to know that Qin Qinhe was using his magical power of escape, and the wind was against him everywhere he went. No matter how fast the smell carried by the wind was, it was impossible for it to reach Qinhe's nasal cavity.

So it's not a real taste, but a bloody field covering that evokes memories of the flesh and soul.

The one coming is very powerful!

"Grandpa!" The Blood Crow Saint looked back and exclaimed in surprise.

It wanted to fight with Qin He, but it was extremely difficult to catch up with him. Moreover, the strength displayed by this person far exceeded the expected boundaries of the Lunhai Realm, which made it very uncomfortable.

At this moment, he was naturally overjoyed to have his grandfather come.

The secret of Qin He made it very excited, especially the escape technique, which was a legendary magical skill that had been lost long ago.

If the Blood Wings Secret Technique had not taken advantage of the mid-air flight, it would have been impossible to catch up.

After all, earth escape requires moving close to the ground and cannot completely ignore the obstacles of the terrain.

"Feng'er, this boy is a fake immortal who secretly accumulated merits in the Southern Continent. Today, we, grandfather and grandson, have captured him and sacrificed him to the Lord of the Supernatural to strengthen our Blood Crow Holy Clan." The Blood Crow Ancestor spoke, and the sound waves rolled, captivating people's hearts.

"Is it him, the Green Ox Pseudo-Immortal?" The Blood Crow Saint was stunned for a moment, then, his eyes blazing, he said, "This is a first-class offering." He then turned to the Blood Crow Ancestor, "Grandfather, this man has just gone through a catastrophe and is at the end of his rope. Uncle Wu and Uncle Yu are in his hands."

"Hmph, it's not just you, Uncle Wu and Uncle Yu. Our clan's Spiritual Medicine Valley has been looted by this guy. This hatred is irreconcilable. We must capture him today. Yuanxu was saved after the robbery. It is God's help to our Blood Crow Holy Clan." The Blood Crow Ancestor shouted.

"Death, thief!"

As he was speaking, the Blood Crow Ancestor had already caught up with him. Bathed in the boundless blood and energy brought by the Blood Crow Ancestor, the Blood Crow Saint Son was like a tiger with wings. With a grab of his big hand, a blood-colored claw formed rapidly in the sky and grabbed Qin He fiercely.

The claws are cold and bloody, and the mist is as big as the sky. There are also countless skeletons that are looming, like ghost claws from the underworld, which is very frightening.

Seeing this, Qin He swung his hand and released a hundred corpse-suppressing nails. Most of them shot towards the claws like a rain of pear blossoms, while a few went straight towards the Blood Crow Ancestor and the Blood Crow Saint.

The corpse-suppressing nail gleamed with golden light, carrying with it a rich power of merit. As soon as it came into contact with the blood mist, it dispelled it. It was extremely divine and holy, and was specifically designed to defeat evil.

"Bang bang bang!"

It exploded like popping beans, and the claws were immediately injured. Several of them even pierced through the claws directly.

They were a few silver corpse-suppressing nails that were as thin as hair but sharp and intimidating.

If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the difference at all.

In a few breaths, the terrifying claws collapsed and disappeared.

At this moment, the Blood Crow Ancestor exclaimed, "Feng'er, be careful, there is a trick in the needle, don't take it lightly!"

The Blood Crow Saint Son, who was about to take the Corpse-Suppressing Nail, fixed his eyes and suddenly discovered that among the more than ten needle-shaped "hidden weapons" shot at him, there were two with silver light flowing, as thin as hair. If the ancestor had not reminded him, he would have almost overlooked them.

What a sinister thief!

The Blood Crow Saint was so frightened that he cursed in his heart. Although those ordinary needles were powerful, it was not difficult to block them.

But it was hard to say about that silver needle. It was obviously extraordinary, sharp and powerful, with strong penetrating power. It also had a faint and terrifying soul-capturing power. My body became a little stiff.

At the critical moment, the Blood Crow Saint had no time to curse. He flapped his six wings and dodged away. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spit out a purple-gold bowl, which quickly enlarged and hung above his head. It immediately cast a hazy yellow light, which fixed the soul-capturing needle that was shot into the air and turned back, and he escaped from danger.

Compared to it, the Blood Crow Ancestor was much more capable. With a wave of his sleeves, all the corpse-suppressing nails and soul-capturing needles shot at it flew back.

Qin He couldn't help but let out a breath of cold air when he saw this. This old guy was extremely strong.