Chapter 418: The Fishy Scent Fills the Sky, Poisoning the Four Seas

Xu Qing didn't say wrong; he was indeed good at group battles.

Once the poison of his third Tiangong erupted, its lethality was astonishing, and Xu Qing had never completely dispersed it since he obtained the Poison Prohibition Pill.

Even now, he had some restraint.

After all, if the poison of the third Tiangong truly took effect, it wouldn't distinguish between friend and foe. Besides himself being unharmed, it was estimated that whether it was the shadow or the Jin Gang Sect ancestor, they would all collapse.

Although there was restraint, it was enough to shock the hearts of the Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guards.

Almost instantly, three five-palace Black-Clad Guards let out terrified shouts. Their bodies were rotting rapidly, the flesh on their faces was falling off, blood water dripped from their bodies, and some people's eye sockets could no longer hold their eyes, and their eyeballs had already fallen out.

But they couldn't feel pain at the beginning.

This was the more terrifying aspect of Xu Qing's poison. It could corrode everything silently, and by the time pain was felt, the poison had already entered the bone marrow.

Amidst the echoes of these terrified shouts, Xu Qing's figure was like the wind of death, appearing in front of a six-palace Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard. The dagger in his hand was raised instantly, and he slashed across his neck.

With a 'slash', blood gushed out.

The head rolled down, was kicked up by Xu Qing, and became a residual image in the whistling sound, heading straight for another Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard, exploding in front of him, poison blood splashing everywhere.

This Saint-Lan clan cultivator's expression changed and his body retreated, but he couldn't escape the fate of death.

Xu Qing was expressionless. His body stepped forward, and his seven-palace physical body power erupted comprehensively at this moment, whipping up a storm and rolling toward all directions. Looking from afar, it was as if a terrifying hurricane had risen out of thin air.

His speed was so fast that Xu Qing's body became a weapon, crashing fiercely into this Black-Clad Guard.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

And at this moment, among those poisoned, three more Black-Clad Guards had their poison take effect. Amidst the rotting, miserable sounds came out, and their bodies melted rapidly into blood water, sprinkling on the ground.

This scene made everyone around, without exception, heart-shaking and horrified to the extreme.

"This poison is too fierce!"

"Everyone scatter!"

Not only did the Black-Clad Guards fighting Xu Qing scatter, but Kong Xianglong and Shan Hezi and the others not far away also had their expressions change, and they moved away from this area without prior agreement.

Keeping away from Xu Qing.

Xu Qing's expression was as usual. The more he was in the poison prohibition, the more he felt everything was under control. At this moment, he flickered like a ghost shadow and appeared in front of the ninth seven-palace Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard.

The moment he approached, he waved the dagger in his hand forcefully. That Black-Clad Guard was also not ordinary, actually erupting with physical body power at this moment, grabbing the dagger with one hand, wanting to block it.

But the moment the other party grabbed the dagger, the piercing power on the shroud erupted rapidly. This Black-Clad Guard's expression changed, only feeling his palm incomparably stinging, and his mind and soul were also pierced by ten thousand needles.

The moment he instinctively let go, Xu Qing's dagger had already been unstoppable, stabbing directly into his throat, destroying everything, and gashed fiercely.

This was the follow-up move Xu Qing prepared for his dagger, and it was also the power contained in the shroud itself.

And the price was that every time he held the dagger, his own body would endure that kind of heart-drilling sting, as if his whole body had been pierced by countless sharp needles.

But all this, Xu Qing had long been used to, and he didn't care at all.

He pulled out the dagger and was about to continue, but his expression moved. He stepped aside violently, avoiding a flying sword that whistled past.

Turning his head, Xu Qing saw another seven-palace Black-Clad Guard behind him unfolding an Imperial-level cultivation art to form a huge black handprint, killing toward him here.

But this time, Xu Qing didn't need to take action. Two six-palace Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guards beside him suddenly revealed strange smiles, turned around together and rushed toward that seven-palace companion, beginning to self-destruct.

And when they rushed out, they were even roaring.

"My master says hello to you!"

This eerie scene made all the Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guards here have their expressions change greatly.

The next instant, those two six-palace Black-Clad Guards exploded in a roar that shook the sky, collapsing together, and the impact formed rolled toward the seven-palace Saint-Lan clan member.

After the rumbling, this seven-palace Saint-Lan clan member spat out blood, his expression shocked and angry, and he raised his right hand violently to grab the iron skewer that was sneaking an attack.

But he couldn't restrain the red lightning jumping up on the iron skewer, which sank directly into his head, causing this Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard's whole body to shake.

Xu Qing's dagger also arrived rapidly at this moment, stabbing into this person's heart with one knife, pulling it out rapidly and stabbing again, seven knives in a row, each knife piercing through, incomparably brutal.

Amidst the miserable screams, Xu Qing noticed that his poison had spread almost enough. The Black-Clad Guards all around were rotting, each was terrified, and their cultivation could not be controlled and was continuously weakening.

"Almost there." Xu Qing murmured in his heart, the shadow eye between his eyebrows expanded directly into a black coffin. Following the opening of the lid, Xu Qing's body rushed out.

Of course, during this process, he didn't forget to shout the spell that seemed like it but wasn't to end his shadow-merging secret.

The moment he appeared, Xu Qing's Ghostly Secluded Dao-Seizing Art unfolded. His right hand instantly became semi-transparent, his body flickered and stabbed fiercely into the chest of a six-palace Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard.

Letting the other party struggle and resist was of no use, and he was grabbed by him, entering deep into the Tiangong to grab the Core Formation, and pulled it out fiercely.

Taking the Core Formation alive, blood threads connected.

Amidst the miserable and painful sounds echoing, the Jin Wu manifested behind Xu Qing, and forty-two long feather flames permeated all directions, making the darkness of this dawn bright at this moment.

And the Jin Wu's eyes revealed intense light, and the moment Xu Qing dug out the Core Formation, it swallowed directly toward the black hand manifested by the Black-Clad Guard's Imperial-level cultivation art.

The shadow also didn't want to be outdone, spreading rapidly.

All three sides sucked simultaneously.

The next instant, this Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard's Imperial-level cultivation art collapsed, his own body withered, and his Tiangong shattered and extinguished.

Anyone who saw all this would be horrified to the extreme. It was really because Xu Qing's actions were incomparably vicious.

However, Shan Hezi and the three others were not much worse. Ye Ling transformed into a one-eyed giant covered in green hair. That was the one-eyed Heavenly Demon unique to the Grand Void Transforming Demon Sect, and her eyes emitted dark soul light.

Her upper body was even more demonic, actually growing four groups of flesh and blood, forming four huge fingers, and there were ferocious faces on the fingertips, swallowing and biting toward the enemy. Even if they collapsed, they grew out again the next instant.

Shan Hezi was permeated with blood mist, and his injuries were extremely heavy. He mainly resisted injuries for his partners, but his cultivation art and bloodline were clearly special. The heavier the injury, the stronger he was.

Now, regardless of his injuries, his whole person had completely gone mad, violent to the extreme. There was only killing in his eyes, nothing else.

The dwarf Wang Chen also fought hard, his whole body permeated with thunder, and the thunder life lamp formed by the canopy on his head, his speed was incomparably astonishing.

Even his body was changing rapidly, gradually no longer a dwarf, but growing into the appearance of a young man.

But his whole body was black totems, as if one seal after another, which were being unlocked one after another at this moment, forming an even more terrifying aura and fluctuations.

Every time a totem seal was opened, there was one more foreign figure beside him.

Light clan, Stone Demon clan, Bufa clan... a full dozens of them.

There was even Yanmiao clone assistance, cooperating with them to fight to the death with those two eight-palace Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guards.

Each also took out magic treasure fragments. Although they were still no match for those two eight-palace Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guards, they ultimately dragged those two eight-palace Saint-Lan clan members down at the cost of their own heavy injuries.

Kong Xianglong's side was even more eye-catching. The Golden Dragon roared behind him, his whole person was like a god descending to earth, and there was blood clothing manifesting to envelop all directions, fighting with the three half-step Nascent Souls, earth-shattering.

Clearly just Core Formation, but under the siege of those three half-step Nascent Souls, not only was he not weak, but he gave people a feeling of being incomparably strong.

"This is the monster team of this generation of the Sword-Holding Palace!"

Someone among the Black-Clad Guards exclaimed, fear arose, and they began to scatter, wanting to escape from here.

But before they could escape far, one after another spat out black blood, their bodies rotted rapidly, and they turned into blood water.

Xu Qing's killing was still continuing. The Jin Wu emitted a happy sound, and under constant swallowing, Xu Qing's Ghostly Secluded hand also continuously entered one Tiangong after another.

But unfortunately, the speed of his own killing was not as fast as his own poison.

When he killed nineteen Black-Clad Guards, only seven Black-Clad Guards remained in this place.

Three were fighting with Kong Xianglong, and two were fighting with Shan Hezi and them.

There were two more... their bodies rotted more than half, and they walked step by step to Xu Qing's side, kneeling down with a 'thud', despair and horror in their eyes, but their mouths emitted fanatical sounds.

"Master, please accept the gift the Black-Clad Guards give to you, the great Sword-Holder!"

Saying this, they opened their Heavenly Palaces themselves, took out their Core Formations, and offered them with both hands.

Xu Qing's Ghostly Secluded hand waved, and after absorbing, these two Black-Clad Guards raised their hands in infinite horror, very neatly pressed their own heads, and twisted them with force.

The sound of 'crack' echoed, and their heads were all twisted in a direction, directly twisted off, and they died.

Until death, the smiles on the corners of their mouths still remained strange.

Killing is not scary; everyone here was someone who had killed countless times, but whether it was rotting in despair or being controlled to commit suicide in horror, it was far more terrifying and strange than simple killing.

So this scene immediately shocked everyone, enemy and friend, who were still alive, and they looked at Xu Qing.

And Xu Qing at this moment stood on the black blood mud. There were not many corpses around; most had become blood water.

Behind him, the Jin Wu shone, emitting a loud sound. Phoenix feathers drifted in pieces with firelight, and while it was beautiful, the wind blew, lifting Xu Qing's hair, revealing those calm eyes without any waves.

Stepping on the blood mud, Xu Qing walked toward the two eight-palace Black-Clad Guards who were being dragged down by Shan Hezi and the three others.

His speed became faster and faster, the third Tiangong within his body vibrated rapidly, emitting suction, causing all the poison prohibition scattered in this place to gather rapidly beside him.

His surroundings became black to the naked eye, enveloped in countless black mist, containing countless small black insects.

Amidst the changes in Shan Hezi and the others' expressions, and amidst the horror of those two eight-palace Black-Clad Guards, Xu Qing arrived suddenly, carrying the heaven-filling black mist.

His figure was also enveloped in the black mist, instantly approaching to split the battlefield, enveloping one eight-palace Black-Clad Guard, and falling into the black mist together with himself.

Everything inside the mist could not be seen by outsiders, and perception could not probe in either. Only rumbling and roars could be heard coming from within, and the fluctuations were astonishing.

In this way, Shan Hezi and the others' opponents were no longer two eight-palace ones, but became one, and the situation reversed instantly.

An incense stick of time later, when Kong Xianglong was ferocious there, tearing a half-step Nascent Soul directly into pieces, Shan Hezi and the three others also completed the killing.

As monsters, although they were not as good as Kong Xianglong, they also possessed seven-palace peak combat power.

The three joined forces, and after exhausting their trump cards, they finally killed that eight-palace Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard at the cost of being heavily injured themselves.

Following this person's death, miserable sounds also came from where Xu Qing was, and then footsteps came, and Xu Qing's figure walked out from within.

There was a strange light in his eyes, as if pondering.

And at this moment, his whole body was full of injuries.

The flesh and blood at the position of his heart on his chest were blurred, there was a hole in his abdomen, one leg was twisted, and a large piece of flesh and blood was missing from his neck, as if bitten off.

The corners of his mouth also carried blood, and the arm holding the dagger hung down unnaturally.

At this moment, he spat out blood water while walking, and at the same time threw the crushed eyeballs in his hand onto the ground.

And the poison mist behind him rolled at this moment, rushing toward him instantly, all drilling into his body.

Following the dissipation of the poison mist to the naked eye, finally, the scene of the battle before Xu Qing was revealed. A figure stood there.

It was exactly that eight-palace Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard who had been rolled into the mist by Xu Qing.

His body rotted more than half, his stomach was gashed open, all Core Formations were taken out, and his Tiangong collapsed.

In the only remaining eye, disbelief before death remained.

Shan Hezi and the others looked at Xu Qing one after another, bright light appearing in their eyes.

Xu Qing also looked at them, spat out another mouthful of blood water, and spoke softly.

"Kept you waiting, killing him was a bit difficult."

Following Xu Qing's words, the corpse of the eight-palace Black-Clad Guard behind him fell to the ground.

With Xu Qing's current combat power, it was naturally difficult for him to kill an eight-palace Black-Clad Guard.

And in the life-and-death battle, all kinds of means had to be used. The flesh on his neck was bitten off by the other party's extreme ferocity.

However, the harvest of this battle was also huge.

In addition, on the other party's body, Xu Qing felt the aura of the Red Moon again, which was also the source of the strange look in his eyes when he walked out.

However, now was not the time to ponder this matter. Almost the moment Xu Qing walked out, miserable sounds came from the sky.

The second half-step Nascent Soul had his neck twisted off alive by Kong Xianglong.

The last half-step Nascent Soul had intense horror in his eyes.

He was horrified not only by Kong Xianglong, but also by the brutality of those Sword-Holders below. At this moment, without any hesitation, he unfolded his full speed and fled violently.

Kong Xianglong grinned, flickered and chased out, and Xu Qing, with a calm expression, raised his hand and punched his own twisted leg. With a 'crack', he straightened the bone and chased out as well.

This scene also made Shan Hezi and the three others have more recognition in their eyes. They were also seriously injured, but now no one cared about it, and they rushed out together, their killing intent even stronger than before.

Since they were returning the gift to the Black-Clad Guards, they naturally had to kill them all to be in accordance with the etiquette.

This place was not far from the border, so soon, the moment that half-step Nascent Soul saw the border, he was caught up by Xu Qing and his group.

The five people took action simultaneously, and with Kong Xianglong suppressing, there was no suspense...

Amidst an earth-shattering roar, that half-step Nascent Soul's body collapsed directly, split into four or five pieces, turned into blood rain, and sprinkled on the border.

And the moment he died, a violent aura came from outside the border in the Saint-Lan clan area, a figure approached rapidly, and there were roars echoing.

"Sword-Holders!"

Seeing this, Kong Xianglong roared suddenly.

"Who are you calling your father."

"This place is the border of our human Fenghai County. Any foreign Nascent Soul who steps half a step into the Saint-Lan area will be executed on the spot by the taboo magic treasure of Fenghai County!"

"Damn you, come on!"

After speaking, Kong Xianglong turned and ran. As for Shan Hezi and the three others, they had already run several dozen zhang in the time he spoke.

And Xu Qing was even faster than them by a few points, already a hundred zhang away...

Everyone ran wildly.

Outside the border, the arriving figure stopped suddenly, turning into a Saint-Lan clan middle-aged cultivator wearing a Black-Clad Guard Daoist robe.

His expression was extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and stared gloomily at the backs of Kong Xianglong and Xu Qing and the others, killing intent rising intensely in his eyes.

But ultimately, he still didn't dare to step across the border! ===== CHAPTER 419 =====