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

"Master, could this be a trick?"

Hui Mi Qiu was so excited that his whole body was shaking, but he still remained a little vigilant.

During the past three years of walking on thin ice, caution has penetrated into its bones.

"Oh!"

Qin He was about to speak when a white figure jumped directly into the pool.

It was the little mink.

It walked around the Yulong Pond, flaring its nose constantly. After feeling safe, it jumped in impatiently.

"Be careful." Qin He warned, being on full alert and observing the changes in the pool liquid.

Although the pool liquid is so precious and natural, any addition or arrangement may cause changes here, so it is better to be still than to move.

But who knows what tricks the Blood Crow Clan will use.

Fortunately, Qin He soon felt relieved. He saw the little mink circling the bottom of the pool and then floating to the surface. Suddenly, its white fur became even more dazzling. With the naked eye, one could see strands of pool liquid turning into colorful mist and slowly sinking into the little mink's body.

"Safe." Seeing this, Qin He jumped into the pool without hesitation.

The moment you immerse yourself in the pool, an extremely powerful and pure essence rushes into your body from every pore and every hair on your body, and you instantly feel sublimated and floating in the air.

This kind of grandeur is not the kind of violent grandeur that wants to crush or burst people, but the kind of grandeur that is like bathing in the spring breeze.

When you are in it, every cell and every acupoint in your body are greedily absorbing this huge essence.

Listening from the outside, it moistens everything silently, but from the inside, it is like spring rain flowing over the dry earth, making a bubbling sound of "gurgling".

"I'm here too."

Then Gray Rice Hill also jumped in, and its changes became even more obvious.

Especially the gray hair, which slowly turned black and became shiny at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the wrinkles on the face were smoothing out.

……

At the same time, outside the protective barrier of the nest city.

Two beams of light flashed from the horizon and stopped outside the formation.

One was wearing a black robe, and the other had six wings on his back. They were the Blood Crow Ancestor and the Blood Crow Saint Son.

"Grandpa, the formation has not been destroyed and the city is very peaceful." Upon seeing this, the Blood Crow Saint breathed a sigh of relief.

The Blood Crow Patriarch nodded and said happily, "It seems that the villain didn't come here. He was smart. Before leaving, I ordered the clan to seal the great formation and no one was allowed to enter or leave. Even if he came, he couldn't get in. As long as my Blood Crow clan's thousand-year foundation is still there, we are not afraid of him."

"Green Ox Pseudo-Immortal, just wait. I, Wu Changfeng, will never let you go. I swear to avenge you." The Blood Crow Saint gritted his teeth and said. This time against the Green Ox Pseudo-Immortal, he lost miserably, and his Tao heart was almost damaged by the torture.

"Feng'er is very ambitious. Don't worry, this pseudo-immortal Green Ox won't be able to jump around for long. He is courting death by accumulating so much merit. It won't be long before he becomes a fish on the chopping board. Humph!" said the Blood Crow Ancestor hatefully.

"Who is coming?" At this moment, a loud shout came from the formation.

The Blood Crow Patriarch breathed a sigh of relief, feeling only half of the pressure had been relieved. The clan was protected by a large formation, and was also relying on the vast dragon energy of the earth veins, so it was safe. He then completely revealed his true form and said loudly, "It's me, old man. Open the formation gate."

"Fellow Daoist, please reveal your true identity. Disguised as my ancestor, you're trying to trick the formation into opening? You're delusional!"

At this moment, an old woman appeared behind the formation gate, staring at the Blood Crow Ancestor with a vigilant and cold expression.

In an instant, the Blood Crow Ancestor's relief and Wu Changfeng's anger froze on their faces, and they secretly thought that something was wrong.

"Grandma, it's me, Feng'er. Grandpa and I are back." The witch chief Feng shuddered and said hurriedly, with a very bad premonition rising in his heart. That pseudo-immortal could not be measured by common sense from the beginning.

"Feng'er, how are you? Are you hurt?" The old woman turned to Wu Changfeng, her eyes turned into concern, and asked.

"Thank you for your concern, Grandma. Feng'er is fine. Please open the formation gate quickly." Wu Changfeng became more anxious.

"Feng'er, Grandma knows you've been held hostage. Don't be afraid. Our clan's foundation is still there. They won't dare to do anything to you. Otherwise, even if the Blood Crow Saint Clan sacrifices all its wealth, we will seek justice for you."

The old woman gritted her teeth, then looked at the Blood Crow Ancestor again and said, "My fellow Daoist, our clan's formations have all been activated. The ancestor has already returned to the clan. If you want to trick me into opening the gate, you'd better give up on that idea."

"Speak frankly, who are you? Tell me your name!"