782: C782 Zhao Qingcang's Death(part Ii)

C782 Zhao Qingcang's Death(part Ii)

This was a True Dragon. Although it had been lost and turned into a cadaveric dragon, it was still sacrificed by Zhao Qingcang using an unknown secret method.

The Spell in Zhao Qingcang's mouth became longer and longer. His body trembled, and the blood seeped out from his pores.

Obviously, with Zhao Qingcang's current strength, it was impossible for him to completely summon the cadaveric dragon.

The moment the cadaveric dragon appeared, even Old Slaughterer was startled. He suddenly stood up and gave Zhao Qingcang a deep look before questioning, "When did you find the Arcane Art that summoned the cadaveric dragon?"

"Offer it to me, I guarantee your survival!"

A greedy look flashed across Old Slaughterer's eyes. The Arcane Art that could summon the cadaveric dragon was a rare summoning technique, even if it cost a lot of energy. However, it was a heaven defying technique that could only be used in times of life and death!

Blood trickled down the corner of Zhao Qingcang's mouth. He was sneering at Old Slaughterer. He was crazily chanting the ancient Spell, even sacrificing the Soul Points. He had followed Old Slaughterer for a long time, so he was very clear about Old Slaughterer's means.

Zhao Qingcang knew that he was going to die today. No matter if it was Old Slaughterer or Qin Sheng, they would never let him go.

Since that was the case, he might as well split up and sacrifice himself. Then, he would summon the cadaveric dragon and drag both of them down with him. This way, he wouldn't feel lonely on the Huangquan Road.

Qin Sheng's eyes shone with a fierce light. He took a step forward, and his speed was as fast as lightning. He threw out the Kun Peng Fist with his left hand, and wherever it passed, the shadow of the ancient Divine Beasts, the Great Roc, slashed across, and threw out the battle lance with his right hand.

"Bang!"

The battle lance was like a black lightning bolt, and it instantly pierced through Zhao Qingcang's chest. That was a innate Practitioner Weapon, and although it was slightly damaged, it was still a innate Practitioner Weapon, and its power far exceeded that of an ordinary pentagonal Practitioner.

Zhao Qingcang's chest was pierced through, and the terrifying death energy cut him in half.

However, as wormman, Zhao Qingcang's life force was extremely tenacious. Even though he was pierced by the battle lance, he still didn't die. He was still mumbling something under his breath.

"Rumble. . . "

An illusory Great Roc flew past, and a fist mark that was as dazzling as the sun landed on Zhao Qingcang's head.

With a puff, Zhao Qingcang's head exploded.

"Hualala!"

Qin Sheng didn't stop. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of yellow spring fire.

"Splash! Splash!"

The incomparably terrifying yellow spring fire burned Zhao Qingcang's broken body and soul into ashes.

Zhao Qingcang, die!!

This was the first enemy Qin Sheng had ever faced since he woke up. He was finally dead, and the somatic spirit was completely destroyed!

"Yin Sha Soul Devouring Technique, cadaveric dragon Summoning Technique?"

Qin Sheng had used the yellow spring fire to refine Zhao Qingcang's soul fragment, and he had actually obtained these two evil techniques.

"The yellow spring fire can be used like this?"

Qin Sheng was extremely shocked. He had never thought that this yellow spring fire would have such a heaven-defying ability. It could refine the opponent's soul fragment and obtain their secrets.

This was too heaven defying. If he was in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, as long as he killed the disciples of the major sects, wouldn't he be able to obtain their techniques?

"Dead?"

Old Slaughterer's expression turned ugly. Along with Zhao Qingcang's death, the Arcane Art of the Soul Summoning cadaveric dragon was also lost.

"Qin Sheng. " Old Slaughterer removed the black fog and revealed his true face. He said with a smile. "You and Zhao Qingcang have already decided who will win. Kneel three times before me and worship me nine times. I can accept you as my personal disciple. "2

If Zhao Qingcang heard Old Slaughterer's words, he would probably be extremely angry. Zhao Qingcang was merely an in-name disciple. To put it bluntly, he was just a temporary disciple who could be given up at any time.

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