Han Ningchu sealed the last head and crushed the head that had turned into stone with his feet.
Qi Wei, who was facing Han Ningchu unilaterally, had lost his previous arrogance because he had used too many spells.
At this moment, he looked at Han Ningchu with a pale face, with fear and unwillingness in his eyes.
Because of the Overlord Power, the current Han Ningchu is not someone he can deal with.
Besides, he is very weak now, and each technique will consume a huge amount of energy and physical strength.
His broken arm has not yet fully regenerated.
Any of these techniques, such as blood spirit, regeneration, and life-changing, will cause huge negative energy to the body.
If he were caught by Han Ningchu now, he would probably be dead.
"No, I don't want to die in this damn place."
Qi Wei took weak steps backwards, his eyes rolling around.
"At worst, I can start all over again..."
Compared to being afraid of death, Qi Wei felt that it would be a great pity if he died.
Qi Wei felt unwilling to see that this worldly people spent their entire lives researching this technique but were unable to learn it, only to end up with a tragic death.
If he is given another ten years, Qi Wei is confident that he can get his hands on an even more enviable technique - the art of immortality.
"As long as I can live forever, I will definitely become the god of this world!"
Qi Wei murmured in a low voice with a hint of madness in his eyes, and the desire to survive burst out at this moment.
Facing the approaching Han Ningchu, Qi Wei exhaled, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes lightly.
As if he had forgotten something, Qi Wei suddenly opened his eyes.
He glanced at Zhu Qing in the sea of fire and sighed softly:
"I'm leaving now, young master. Just wish you the best. If I can wake up, I will definitely avenge you."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again.
Han Ningchu saw that Qi Wei was going to use some evil magic again, so he punched him immediately.
Boom!
There was a loud noise like an earthquake, with soil flying and rubble sweeping across.
This punch directly created a deep hole in the ground, with dust and smoke billowing, which was enough to show how powerful Han Ningchu's punch was.
At this time, Xiao Zhao and others also hurried over.
Xiao Zhao rushed over and sniffed it twice. He frowned and tilted his head to look at Han Ningchu and shook his head: "There is no scent of him..."
"How is this possible? Is this another kind of magic that can make you fly up to the sky and into the earth? It doesn't seem possible..."
Even with that magic that could allow one to fly up to the sky and into the earth, Xiao Zhao could still smell some of Qi Wei's presence.
But it's not like now, no matter how hard I smell, I can't smell any scent of Qi Wei.
It's like it disappeared from this world out of thin air.
"We won't let this guy get away, will we? It's not a good thing to let such a dangerous guy go." Xiang Fan muttered.
Just when everyone was worried, something happened in the big hole dug by Han Ningchu.
A small black and white butterfly slowly flew out of the pit, and soon more similar butterflies flew out.
Seeing these little butterflies, everyone looked at each other in surprise.
Xiang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly and stretched out his palm with a dazzling golden light flashing in his palm.
The golden light exploded, but the little butterflies were still safe and sound, still flying towards the sky.
"Huh? Nothing happened at all?"
Xiang Fan did not give up. A brighter golden light burst out from his hands, and he wanted to destroy all the little butterflies.
"Um... don't waste your energy. You can't hurt this thing no matter what tricks you use."
"If I remember correctly, this thing is a phantom butterfly. It is an illusion rather than a entity." Xiao Zhao said, touching his chin.
"Illusion?" Xiang Fan was confused and waited for Xiao Zhao to explain.
Their Qingyu Temple is an orthodox Taoist temple with a history of thousands of years.
Among all the strange Taoist techniques, Qingyu Temple is the most authoritative.
"This is another magic technique recorded in a book..." Xiao Zhao said in a low voice, a strong sense of loss surged in his heart.
He hates.
He was jealous of Qi Wei's enchanting talent.
She was jealous that he had so many tricks. As his fellow disciple, she felt like a useless waste.
"Well... I'm not sure. I just remember that a thousand years ago, a Taoist priest with great Taoist skills in Qingyu Temple used this magic when he was about to pass away.
This technique cannot prolong life, but it can force one's body and soul to transform into an illusion butterfly. If the soul can walk out of the illusion, it can be reborn."
"If you don't walk out...the phantom butterfly you transformed into will forever fly aimlessly in the sky."
Xiang Fan nodded, not quite understanding, and asked, "Has the Taoist priest of your Qingyu Temple regained his life?"
Facing Xiang Fan's question, Xiao Zhao hesitated for a moment and shook his head:
"I don't know... Anyway, we have all heard of this magic as a myth. I didn't expect to see this ancient magic with my own eyes today."
Xiang Fan rubbed his beard and suddenly sneered inexplicably:
"Could it be that Qi Wei is the Taoist priest in the legend? After all, in the past thousand years, only the legendary Taoist priest knows this magic, right?"
His words made Xiao Zhao stunned for a while, and after a while he replied: "Ah? That shouldn't be the case..."
The rest of the saints didn't even dare to join the battle now.
The previous battles with Jin Biao and Han Ningchu made them realize the gap between the two sides, so they could only hide in the corner and watch Qi Wei being defeated.
"Brothers, go ahead and fight."
Min Neng put his hand to his mouth and coughed twice:
"I'm a beast tamer, but my beasts have all been dealt with, which means they have lost their fighting power. You can divide my share of the money. I won't make any more money."
The saints looked at each other and felt that the best strategy in the current situation was to escape as soon as possible.
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