ang was racking his brains, desperately trying to find a way out, the Earth-Lack Elder gently stroked the two centipedes, then looked up and said to Qin Sang with a smile, "Thanks, little brother, for...He was purposely waiting for me!

From the moment Qin Sang met Cui Ji and began traveling with him, he had been secretly on guard. He wouldn't give Cui Ji any opportunity, regardless of whether Cui Ji had any ill intentions.

Surrounded by a horde of demons, it was uncertain whether he could escape. Cui Ji's madness led him to turn on his own comrades at this crucial moment, which Qin Sang had not anticipated.

What's even stranger is how the Bone Lotus ended up in Cui Ji's hands

Item Yi could be considered the strongest among the eight people present. Qin Sang didn't think he was his opponent, even facing that monstrous beast from underground, he wouldn't have died so quickly and lost his treasure, would he

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Qin Sang felt a hint of suspicion, suddenly feeling a twinge of unease.

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'Whoosh! Whoosh!'

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A purple haze spread across Qin Sang's vision.

The purple radiance emanating from the Ziyou Pearl can now soften hardness. While it could previously transform into a cage, easily ensnaring even flying night demons, it now rivals sword qi in its extreme sharpness and power.

Zixia's complexion was as purple as a refined silk, and if struck, Qin Sang had no doubt his body would become a hornet's nest.

Cui Ji had been plotting for a long time, while Qin Sang was almost completely unprepared.

Especially with the two of them so close, Qin Sang is now surrounded by the Zi Xing carving. Cui Ji's strike is extremely cunning and there's no way to avoid it.

Qin Sang's face was as dark as water, his first reaction was to open the corpse puppet bag.

The Flying Bat just jumped out, and Zixia had already arrived.

The thick stench of death gathered before the Sky Demon, who stood in front of Qin Sang, shielding him from harm. With eyes blazing and a fearless visage, it charged into danger.

Unfortunately, the time given to Fei Tian Ya was too short. The corpse energy couldn't form a shield and its pitiful thinness was immediately shattered by Zi Xia, vanishing in an instant.

All that's left is its flesh!

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The physical body of the Flying Demon is powerful, but it has its limits. Cui Ji is at the peak of the middle stage, his strength surpassing that of twenty years ago, and the power of the Zi Youzhu is also incomparable to before.

'Pff...'

The Sky Demon pierced by Zi Xia, his body was riddled with gaping holes, enduring her attack in a horrifying and tragic spectacle.

At the critical moment, even though Qin Sang tried his best to let the Flying Sky Demon avoid vital points, the battle situation was too dangerous. He didn't know, nor could he care about the state of the Flying Sky Demon.

The Flying Demon intercepted some of the attacks from Zi Xia, giving Qin Sang precious time.

He frantically poured his true essence into the Jin Hui Armor, causing a surge of golden light to erupt from his body. Outside his body, a thick layer of light armor condensed, resembling that of a war god.

'Bang!'

Qin Sang was struck heavily, his face paling instantly. He was sent flying by the immense force and crashed hard into a purple star hawk.

This purple star falcon was the worst off. It was first injured by Qin Sang, knocked unconscious, and then pierced through the heart by a bolt of purple light, dying instantly.

In the next instant, Qin Sang was enveloped by purple mist along with several purple star hawks.

'Ding! Ding!'

The clash of gold and iron rang out abruptly.

In the purple haze, Qin Sang fell to the ground with a muffled grunt. Purple mist swirled around his chest, and his face was devoid of any color. His Taoist robes were ripped apart, revealing the golden armor beneath.

On Jin Hui's chest, a deep indentation appeared, surrounded by fine cracks radiating outwards.

Two purple rays, capable of piercing golden armor, struck the same spot in succession.

The body of the Golden Armor Suit was actually damaged!

If Qin Sang didn't have the Jinhui Armor, she would be in a bad situation now.

Cui Ji's sneak attack was too insidious. If Qin Sang hadn't reacted in time, it would have been more than just dents and cracks. This piece of Jin Hui Armor, whose material rivaled that of a mid-grade magic treasure, might have been destroyed outright.

Qin Sang gritted his teeth, forcing down the chaotic Qi and blood within him. He was about to get up and reorganize when, suddenly, a white light appeared behind Zixia. It was a flying knife.

The white light was the blade's edge, its body like autumn water, faster than Zi Xia, it slashed toward Qin Sang's neck like lightning.

The lines of the flying knife are elongated, with a heart-stopping upward curve at the tip, it is absolutely a lethal weapon!

Twenty years ago, Cui Ji did not have this magic treasure. He just obtained it.

Purple Mist still has flying knives!

This is the real killer move, and it's extremely vicious. Taking advantage of Qin Sang just blocking Zi Xia, his mind relaxed for a moment, it came as fast as lightning, in an instant!

Qin Sang's complexion changed. Zixia's appearance was still within his control, so he didn't release the two-headed hound to help resist, preparing to give Cui Ji a surprise.

It's too late to release it now!

'Ding!'

The sword sang a shrill cry.

A black sword appeared, accompanied by a thunderous roar. At the same time, Qin Sang's body was surrounded by the soul of a dragon, its red light dazzling.

He remained sprawled on the ground, unable even to rise, while simultaneously activating the Sword Escape and Nine Dragons Heavenly Carriage Talisman, unleashing his ultimate speed.

The flying knife slashed toward his neck.

At this suffocating moment, Qin Sang's body jerked up suddenly. He could feel a chill running down his neck, the icy blade edge almost touching his skin.

'Whoosh!'

Qin Sang narrowly dodged the vital point, but he still couldn't escape the blade and was ultimately injured.

Pain shot through his shoulders, blood surging wildly.

A flying knife plunged deep into his shoulder, cleaving through flesh and bone, nearly severing his arm at the root. The white bone was exposed, the flying knife stained crimson.

Qin Sang's arm was soft and limp, his true energy violently surging within him, propelling the exhausted flying knife away.

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Qin Sang's face was contorted in pain, gritting her teeth and glaring fiercely at Cui Ji.

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Cui Ji then looked astonished. He knew Qin Sang's speed was good, able to match Xi Yi stride for stride, but he never expected Qin Sang to be able to burst out with such astonishing speed in an instant, faster than before, even dodging his fatal strike.

This injury may seem terrifying, but for cultivators it's actually not very serious. As long as the residual blade energy in the wound is expelled, it can heal quickly.

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Cui Ji smiled brightly, looking confident and self-assured.

Even the best escapism can't change anything!

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This is the Purple Mist Desolation. It cannot be compared to other places, with endless poisonous mist surrounding it. Just now, that blade not only severed Qin Sang's arm but also shattered his protective spirit light.

Toxic mist mingled with sword glow, already invading Qin Sang's body.

To add insult to injury!

Once the poison enters the internal organs, there is no medicine that can save you.

Unless Qin Sang immediately activated his cultivation technique to suppress the blade's aura and forcefully expel the poison mist.

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Unfortunately, neither Zi Xingdiao nor Cui Ji would give him this opportunity.

Cui Ji's palm moved, retrieving the flying knife.

This flying knife was a treasure he obtained at great expense, fearing that it would be tainted by Qin Sang's strange methods.

"Demon Cultivator, today is your day of death!"

Cui Ji's expression was manic, and he vented his rage unrestrainedly.

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He grasped the Violet Soul Pearl, launching another relentless assault, giving Qin Sang no chance to breathe. He didn't need to personally kill Qin Sang; merely battling him would cause the poison to take effect, leading to his demise.

Being pushed to such a dangerous situation by cultivators of the same realm was an experience he hadn't had in a long time. After forming his golden elixir, Qin Sang relied on various methods, and when facing opponents of similar realms, he was basically crushing them.

Qin Sang couldn't help but admire him. Cui Jimou was extremely cunning, his timing was perfect, and his killing move was incredibly powerful, shattering his defense.

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