Peerless Pill God

"If he really is strong, then he doesn't need to use such an underhanded method like setting up a formation. " Zhuo Yihang said with a look of disdain. He transmitted his voice to Twelve and told him to break the formation.    

A mere second grade illusion formation wouldn't be able to break through the first grade of wind and thunder tribulation, Twelve.    

Twelve pairs of eyes shot out lightning. Their eyes were like lightning, and they could see through the thick fog.    

Twelve was searching for the level two illusionary eye. As long as he found the eye of the array, the array would break on its own.    

On a certain small hill, Qin Sheng took everything into his eyes. With a flip of his hand, he threw out two Black Iron Practitioner Weapons.    

These were his last two Black Iron Practitioner Weapons. The iron ball rolled down the small hill and disappeared into the vast fog.    

Jin Yingquan was the strongest among this group of people who came from the Beichen Academy. He tried his best to activate the elemental energy in his body to resist the poisonous fog. However, he still felt that his vision was becoming more and more blurry, and the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter.    

Suddenly.    

Jin Yingquan felt his vision blur. A black metal lump that was also holding a black Practitioner Knife appeared in front of his eyes.    

"This is. . . Black Iron Practitioner Weapon?" Jin Yingquan screamed, wanting to escape.    

This was a Black Iron Practitioner Weapon, a weapon that could match the strength of a Reaching Heaven State Fighter. Jin Yingquan was only a Late Reaching Soul State warrior, only a step away from reaching the same realm, but the gap between the two was huge. Furthermore, the opponent was a talisman forged by a Black Iron warrior, so there was no pain at all.    

"Puchi ~"    

The Black Iron Practitioner Weapon's eyes shone with a red light, and it took a big step forward. It was almost ten meters away from the Black Iron Practitioner Weapon. The black Practitioner Knife suddenly waved its head, and its head flew high up into the sky. A stream of hot blood gushed out like a fountain.    

Jin Yingquan, die!    

"Ah. . . What is that?" Wang Qian, who was nearby, was sprayed with hot blood as she screamed shrilly.    

The two Black Iron Practitioner Weapons quickly closed in on Follower like two hungry wolves. They broke into the sheep pen and started a massacre.    

"Young Marquis, me. " Follower shouted for help, but what greeted him was a cold black blade light. With a 'Pu Chi' sound, he was cut in half at the waist, and his life force was rapidly fading away.    

Originally, he had a bright future and was a small family's inheritor. After he graduated from the Beichen Academy, he would return to his hometown in the Family. The reason he chose to follow Young Marquis was to build his own network of connections.    

However, he didn't expect that what awaited him would be a journey of death.    

Qin Sheng glanced at Male Student who had his waist chopped off. He had also insulted and ridiculed Qin Sheng back then.    

Now that he was dead, it was his own fault. The Jianghu was a dangerous place. Everyone thought that the Demon Dragon Wasteland was full of Treasures, and that they could pick them up as long as they came over. However, they never thought that waiting for them would always be a journey of eternal damnation.    

Zhuo Yihang went crazy. He blocked a Black Iron Practitioner Weapon with his palm, and pulled Wang Qian, who was about to collapse, over.    

Puchi ~    

However, there were two Black Iron Practitioner Weapons. Even if Zhuo Yihang sent one of them flying, the other would continue to slaughter his Follower.    

* Hua ~ *    

Not long after, the thick fog that covered the sky finally disappeared.    

Clang!    

Twelve finally broke through the second grade illusion array, sending a Black Iron Practitioner Weapon flying with a single slash. The rune exploded, turning into a pile of scrap metal.    

Although he had broken through the formation, only Wang Qian was left in Follower. The rest of the people had all died.    

If his Follower had died in this remote place, and if he had worn the Capital City back, Zhuo Yihang wouldn't have any face left to speak of. Who would be willing to follow him in the future?    

Zhuo Yihang flew into a rage and shouted: "Twelve, dig three feet into the ground and find that rat. I want to torture him for 49 days!"