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

"If you want to leave, kick me first!"

Upon seeing this, the golden giant took a step forward and stomped down hard on the Blood Crow Ancestor with his big foot.

The giant foot swept across the sky, and it seemed that the entire space had some kind of resonance. Before the big foot stepped down, the powerful vibration was like being punched in the heart one after another, making the blood churn and extremely uncomfortable.

Even the soul is about to be torn apart.

The Blood Crow Ancestor snorted violently, staggered and almost fell, and his forward speed paused.

The next moment, the big foot landed.

At the critical moment, the Blood Crow Ancestor shouted loudly, and the blood-colored god condensed again and broke out of the ground.

He raised his arms to the sky to meet the approaching giant foot.

This time, it was obviously much smaller and more illusory than before.

"boom!"

When the giant foot made contact, the bloody god sank into the earth with a loud bang, only holding out for a fraction of a second.

But in this moment of opportunity, the Blood Crow Ancestor and the Blood Crow Saint shot out and escaped from the giant foot's trampling.

"Still running?"

Seeing that he had stepped on empty air, the golden giant jumped up without saying a word and stepped forward again.

"Rumble..."

For a moment, the earth shook and the sky collapsed.

The golden giant dug deeper into the ravine with every step he took, and he pursued relentlessly. The Blood Crow Ancestor groaned repeatedly, and his already swollen and pale face looked even paler.

But no matter how the golden giant trampled, the Blood Crow Ancestor could always fly out dangerously, scaring the Blood Crow Saint into screaming.

"Don't panic, grandson. He can't do anything to Grandpa. Humph!"

The situation was becoming increasingly critical, but the Blood Crow Ancestor's face showed no despair. Instead, he sneered and shouted, "Little thief Qingniu, I want to see how you can continue to stomp on me, haha."

After it finished speaking, it dodged the last kick and fled into the town ahead.

Qin He's eyelids jumped, and he quickly retracted his forward foot, jumped with his back foot, and rolled out directly.

There was actually a village below, and many townspeople, as tiny as ants, pointed to the sky in fear, screamed and ran away.

If this foot were to land on it, the entire village would be crushed into powder and cease to exist.

"Shameless!"

Qin He cursed. The old bastard, the Blood Crow Ancestor, had deliberately led him to the town outside the Black Wind Mountain, gambling with the lives of countless monsters to delay him.

This is the infuriating side of the great demons and monsters, who treat all living beings as worthless.

It won the bet. Qin He is not a demon. He cannot just destroy a town with one foot and remain indifferent.

If you commit too much sin of killing, you will be born with demons in your heart in the future.

The golden giant quickly retracted his feet and jumped over the town. His attack was paused, giving the Blood Crow Ancestor a chance to escape.

Afterwards, the Blood Crow Patriarch used the scattered villages, towns, and cities outside the Black Wind Mountain as obstacles and passed through them one by one, breaking away from Qin He's offensive and rushing into the Black Wind Mountain Range. His voice lingered, "Little thief Qingniu, what can you do to me? Hahaha!"

Qin He slapped his thigh in anger, "Fuck you!"

Despite all our precautions, we still couldn't stop it and it actually ran into the Black Wind Mountain.

Before he could make a move, this old bastard suddenly changed his position and seized the initiative, being one step ahead of him.

If an old man refuses to die, he is a thief. The ancients were right.

When fighting against such an old monster, Murphy's Law is everywhere and it is impossible to guard against it.

Qin He had no choice but to stop. He had too little information about Black Wind Mountain at the moment. It would be unwise to rush in rashly without predicting the risks.

After collecting the meritorious soul body, Qin He watched from afar, trying to see something.

However, it turned out that the huge tornado on Black Wind Mountain had the effect of isolating spiritual consciousness, and even the vision was distorted, making it impossible to see too far.

The more Qin He observed, the more he gave up the idea of ​​just barging in.

The storm was like an abyss, with a black hole in the middle that could swallow everything. It was a very ominous sign.

At this moment, Qin He seemed to suddenly think of something. The annoyance on his face was gradually replaced by joy, and his eyes began to shine.

The next moment, he turned around and turned into a meteor, shooting in the direction he came from and disappeared.

"Grandpa, the pseudo-immortal Qingniu has left." In a heavy storm somewhere on the edge of Black Wind Mountain, the Blood Crow Saint pointed at the meteor in the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

"This boy is as cunning as a thief and cannot be trusted. Let's go somewhere else before leaving." said the Blood Crow Ancestor.

"But...Grandpa, is it possible that he went to rob our house?"

"Um?!"