Chapter 1652

Suddenly, a vampire's figure flickered, turning into a stream of light, rushing towards Zhou Qing.

With a supreme treasure before them, how could they fall behind others? Of course, they had to strike first to seize the item and leave.

If they waited for their companions to react before trying to seize it, the difficulty would increase.

Zhou Qing's mouth curled into a smile: "I've never seen anyone so eager to throw their life away."

He reached out and swiped; immediately, a giant true qi palm grabbed the rushing vampire, sealed them, and then contacted the mall.

"Sentient being, cannot be sold!"

Zhou Qing raised an eyebrow: "Actually can't. Then how about this!"

With a slight exertion of force, the vampire turned into meat paste, leaving only a blood-red bead floating in mid-air.

This bead was the core of the vampire, the Blood Core.

【Ding, sold a low-quality Blood Core, gained 50 points.】

【Blood Core: The core of the Blood Clan, containing vitality, can be used to refine longevity and healing pills, or to purify their bloodline and transform into the Blood Clan.】

"Not bad." Zhou Qing looked at the vampires, his eyes changing.

The dense crowd of vampires in the sky—those were all money.

The vampires were startled and couldn't help but retreat several hundred meters.

What's with this person's eyes?

Why are they looking at us like we look at blood food!!!

The events that just happened in a flash were too terrifying.

A Duke-level vampire attacked and was killed by the opponent with a single light move.

And the opponent didn't even use a flying sword.

That vast, condensed true qi made the vampires almost suspect they had seen a ghost.

Too terrifying!

Since when was a cultivator's true qi so terrifying?

If it were really like this, wouldn't the mortal world have been swept away by the Central Plains cultivators long ago?

"What kind of method are you using!"

A vampire said with a grave expression, "I don't remember the Central Plains having such methods."

Zhou Qing sneered: "They are all goods, why ask so much!"

He reached out and grabbed, and the void for several miles was immediately covered by the hand of true qi.

"Run!"

"Go quickly!"

Seeing this, the vampires' expressions changed drastically, turning into bats and flying towards the sky, attempting to break through the hand of true qi.

The result was naturally a failure.

Crack!

The hand of true qi closed, turning everyone's bodies into flying ash, leaving only over a hundred Blood Cores.

"Ding, you sold 102 Blood Cores, gained 6,500 points."

Chat Group.

Suzuki Satoru: "That's great, thousands of points at once, so profitable."

Su Xiao: "Are you also obsessed with money? In fact, this return is very low. The cores of so many experts only sold for a few thousand points; it can only be said that vampires aren't worth much."

Zhou Qing: "It is indeed a bit of a waste. Although the Blood Core is the core, it only contains half the energy of these experts. If all their power were in the Blood Core, the points could have doubled."

Suzuki Satoru: "Don't say it, I'm just envious to death. I don't have vampires on my side."

Umaru: "They exist in other worlds. Once you travel, you can completely capture those evil existences and sell them."

Zhou Qing: "Not bad. Still afraid of having nothing to sell? Clearly, there are good things everywhere. Leaving, going to find werewolves and paladins. Once I loot the werewolves and paladins, I'll go find trouble with the demonic sect and Shushan."

Li Yingqiong: "???"

Zhou Qing: "Eh!"

Su Xiao: "Little sister Yingqiong isn't going to back up Shushan, right?"

Li Yingqiong: "Not at all, just curious that there is also a Shushan on his side."

Su Xiao: "You haven't read his story?"

Li Yingqiong: "No, I've been cultivating recently. I want to strive to break through to the Quasi-Saint realm soon."

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Su Xiao: "You're too hardworking. A cultivation fanatic, occasionally slacking off is also quite good."

Du Bingyan: "To each their own. Little sister Yingqiong just likes to cultivate; unless summoned by the Dao Lord, otherwise, she is always in seclusion."

Zhou Qing: "Since there are people from Shushan in other worlds in the group, I won't go too far. Leaving!"

Half a day later.

High-level werewolves in the West were basically extinct.

High-level paladins also fell.

Even the Holy Scarabs and the Holy Spear of the Holy Church were snatched away by Zhou Qing and sold to the chat group.

It can be said that after being hit by him like this, the Western transcendent forces won't be able to stir up any waves for a thousand years.

Returning to the Central Plains, Zhou Qing's behavior was much more cautious.

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Outside, he felt it didn't matter if he blew up a mountain or broke a river.

In his own country, of course, he couldn't do that; what if he hurt ordinary people?

Although Zhou Qing was unscrupulous, that was directed at those in cultivation.

Towards ordinary people, he had never been that cruel.

"Good boy, you've found your way to the Old Ancestor!"

Mount Bai Man, Green Robe Cave.

When the Green Robe Old Ancestor saw Zhou Qing, his gaze fell on the Creation Sword, and he was overjoyed.

With a wave of his hand, he released the Golden Cicada Gu.

Immediately, a golden cloud flew up, like a flying sword, heading towards Zhou Qing.

"Just a small trick."

The Golden Cicada Gu, which ordinary people would avoid, were just ordinary little bugs in his eyes.

With a light wave of his hand, he sealed all the Golden Cicadas and threw them into the chat group.

"You..." Losing contact with the Gu insects, Green Robe felt a needle-like pain in his Primordial Spirit, and a trace of blood couldn't help but overflow from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Zhou Qing, his eyes also became terrified.

He relied on this Golden Cicada Gu to run rampant in the world; even famous sword immortals had to be careful when encountering it.

Yet, this person didn't even reveal a magic treasure or flying sword and took away his Golden Cicadas.

This is simply too terrifying!

Thinking of this, thoughts of retreat arose in his heart.

Just at this moment, he caught a glimpse of a flash of light, his vision changed, and looking up, he saw his own headless corpse fall to the ground with a boom.

Just as he wanted to escape his Primordial Spirit, a sharp edge arrived, and in an instant, he fell into darkness.

A demonic sect founder, beheaded with one sword, without the slightest room for resistance. ===== CHAPTER 1653 =====