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

Qin He was a little shocked, because when the Blood Crow Saint was speaking, Qin He even cast dozens of mantras, but there was no response that he was lying.

What he said might be true.

Before setting off, Hui Mi Qiu also mentioned the Black Wind Mountain. All he knew was that it was a very dangerous place that often caused fights among demon cultivators, and most of the fights were about things related to the Black Wind Mountain.

But Hui Mi Qiu couldn't tell what it was exactly or what the specific information of Black Wind Mountain was.

After all, it struggles to make ends meet every day and has no energy to pay attention to things happening thousands of miles away.

Qin He sensed it and found that there were indeed many demon cultivators' auras near the Black Wind Mountain. He could even see many villages and small cities dotted outside the Black Wind Mountain from afar.

Immortal corpse!

If I say I'm not moved, that would be a lie.

Qin He hadn't burned such a super corpse in a long, long time.

How could a corpse lying in the Land of Ten Absolutes, which had not decayed for who knows how many years, be ordinary?

That's not a fairy corpse, that's a fairy.

Just when Qin He was stunned, a fierce murderous intent suddenly erupted from a position very close to the side.

A blood-red bone claw grabbed Qin He like lightning.

It may not seem like a big deal, but from Qin He's perspective, this attack was a sneak attack that came at him at close range, at the moment when he was slightly stunned.

When the feeling of danger surged through his body, the bloody bone claws were already approaching, only half a foot away from his face.

The blood-colored bone claws were extremely sharp, giving Qin He no time to react at all, and killed him with one blow.

"Death, little thief!"

"Oh!"

The blood-colored bone claw grabbed Qin He, and a burst of golden light burst out. Qin He raised his head and was directly blown away. The blood-colored bone claw shook violently, stopped in mid-air, and revealed a slightly swollen figure.

It’s the Blood Crow Ancestor!

"Oops~"

Qin He covered his head, grimacing in pain and seeing stars.

The five claw marks on his face were swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Blood Crow Ancestor was completely stunned. He looked at his own blood claws and couldn't believe it, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Having lived for hundreds of years, the Blood Crow Ancestor has seen all kinds of situations.

But it had never even thought about the situation before, let alone seen it.

Blood Claws pursues extreme speed. Although it is not a big move, its attack power is relatively weak.

But it is only a claw after all. Not to mention mortal flesh and blood, even the most solid purple gold and eternal gold can be grabbed off with it.

But after a flash of golden light, the person in front of him only left five claw marks on his face.

A defensive golden light secret technique that is triggered instantly, coupled with incredibly strong physical defense.

How shocking is this?

"how come?!"

The Blood Crow Ancestor sucked in a breath of cold air, and his heart was filled with shock and fear.

If a strong man of the same level could withstand the attack of his blood claws, it would be understandable, but the Green Bull Immortal in front of him was obviously only at the Wheel Sea Realm, a gap of one and a half realms.

"Old fox, you can't afford a sneak attack!" Qin He covered his head and gasped in pain.

This old bastard really didn't intend to keep his word and was sneaking around to launch a surprise attack. Qin He was always on guard, but he never expected that it could lurk so close to him and attack him when he was slightly stunned when he heard the word "immortal corpse".

Seize opportunities at the last moment and be extremely patient.

If he doesn't take action, then it's fine. But if he does, he will definitely kill. At the very least, he can save the Blood Crow Saint.

Its purpose has been achieved, and at this moment the Blood Crow Saint Son has returned to the hands of the Blood Crow Ancestor.

If the Golden Body of Merit had not automatically resisted and rebounded the evil attack, even if Qin He had abnormal physical defense, he would have been torn into five bloody holes by it.

"It's the same here, little fox. You don't plan to let my grandson go, huh." The Blood Crow Ancestor's face moved. He didn't have much joy of the successful rescue, but a heavy heart.

Although he rescued his grandson, the little thief also recovered from his exhausted state.

I originally thought that I could solve the problem with one blow, regardless of how well he recovered.

In the end, he failed to kill it with one strike, and only made five claw marks.

Who would believe it if I told them?

The little thief recovered, and for the first time, the Blood Crow Ancestor felt unsure whether he could defeat the opponent.

The next moment, Qin He got excited. He pointed at the Blood Crow Ancestor and said through gritted teeth, "Old bastard, I'm going to fight you."