1235: C1235 Holy Son Is like Grass(part Ii)

C1235 Holy Son Is like Grass(part Ii)

1235. Son of God is as weak as grass.

The Son of God who came from the Holy House of Lingxiao turned his head and looked at Qin Sheng. He looked down on Qin Sheng from the bottom of his heart. He was merely a Fate Proficiency trash. He had no idea what The eighth prince was thinking in his mind. How could he value Qin Sheng so much?

What was so heaven defying about this guy?

"Hehe, what I have is a six-patterned Pills. Not to mention the cadaveric poison of an ordinary decaying corpse, even the cadaveric poison of a Corpse Emperor would be able to withstand it for a long period of time. "

A disciple from the Holy House of Lingxiao mocked loudly.

However, in the next moment, when he turned around, his hair stood on end, and his face turned pale with fright.

He saw Holy Maiden who came from the Holy House of Lingxiao. Her Skin was constantly rotting and her clothes were corroded. Her beautiful face quickly turned black and a rotten smell rushed towards him like a fierce wind.

"It has decayed. How is this possible? She is the Divine Palace Realm expert of Holy Maiden's level!"

"How can she be so fast?"

A wave of panic came from behind and Holy Maiden of the Son dodged one after another.

However, Son of God, who came from the Holy House of Lingxiao, did not have time to escape. The distance was really too close.

"Puchi!"

The corrupted Holy Maiden opened her hemopanax. A blood red flash shot out like lightning. It was a tongue with an incomparably sharp barb. It instantly pierced through the chest of the Son of God who came from the Holy House of Lingxiao.

"Uh. . . "

The Son of God who came from the Holy House of Lingxiao spat out blood. His eyes were wide open, and it seemed as if his eyeballs were about to fall out. His expression changed rapidly. At first, he was confused and didn't believe it. Then, it turned into fear and despair.

"Save. . . Save. . . I. . . ! "

Son of God, who came from the Holy House of Lingxiao, opened his mouth and tried his best to breathe. Unfortunately, he felt his life slipping away at a rapid speed. The rotting Holy Maiden of Lingxiao was sucking his blood essence. In just a few breaths of time, Son of God, whose chest was pierced through, dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Buzz ~ ~"

A bright blade light illuminated the entire mines. The sharp blade energy flashed and disappeared, accompanied by a series of dragon roars.

"Grug ~ ~ ~"

A head flew high into the air, but it didn't spurt out a blood fountain, because eighty to ninety percent of its blood had already been sucked dry.

"Rumble. . . "

In the end, the head fell onto the blood river, and a Son of God fell just like that.

"Qin Sheng, what are you doing?!"

Son of God, who came from the Holy House of Lingxiao, roared loudly. His eyes were filled with hatred, and he wanted to rush forward and kill Qin Sheng with his bare hands.

"Give him a quick death, this is the best ending for him!" Qin Sheng sneered and then ordered Yue Tenglong and Zong Tianhao, "You two, clean up that corrupted Holy Maiden. Otherwise, you will attract more Corpse Emperors. "

Yue Tenglong and Zong Tianhao looked at each other. They were extremely unwilling, but when Qin Sheng was so far away from the Black Tortoise Talisman, they instantly gave in.

The Palm Symbol was in front of them, and the military orders there were as heavy as a mountain. Anyone who dared to disobey would be courting death!

"Rumble. . . "

The terrifying battle quickly reached its climax. After the corruption, Holy Maiden's strength rose sharply. Even the two Son of God who could enter the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking had to spend a lot of effort to deal with them.

"Bang!"0

In the end, the corrupted Holy Maiden was completely killed. The atmosphere in the mines was very oppressive, especially Holy Maiden of the Son, who came from the Holy House of Lingxiao.

That was Holy Maiden of the Son. Every single one of them was incomparably precious. Furthermore, two of them had died in an instant.

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