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The storm of Gatling bullets shattered flesh and blood in an instant.

The splashed flesh and blood splashed all over the cheeks of his companions.

The half-outlined blood talisman shattered.

The fellow disciples stared blankly, but before they could react, a roaring hail of bullets ripped through the sky and arrived.

Puff!Puff!Puff!Puff!

The sound of flesh being torn apart by bullets was almost continuous.

They couldn't see Wang Teng clearly in the dust, but Wang Teng could know them through the terrifying perception of the first-order gene lock.

A brutal feast of massacre quietly started in the dense forest.

Wang Teng's figure moved erratically, and quickly tore apart the encirclement.

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect, who was waiting for news outside, took a deep breath.

"The smell of fresh blood is so refreshing..."

"No, why is the smell of blood so strong!"

The tip of the elder's nose twitched, but his complexion suddenly changed, and the warmth and comfort disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Hundreds of disciples from the Blood Spirit Sect surrounded a senior inner sect senior from the Qingyun Sect, so there shouldn't be any accidents, right?"

Xue Ling'er's experience is not as sophisticated as the Great Elder's, she just simply thinks that Wang Teng can't be alive.

If they can escape from birth, how can the Blood Spirit Sect be against the Qingyun Sect?

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect was also puzzled, but he still stepped forward quickly and said eagerly: "Miss is waiting here."

Xue Ling'er caressed the flamboyant cardinal, the cardinal tilted its head obediently, and its red golden eyes were very agile.

When the elder of the Blood Spirit Sect cast a spell to disperse the dust in the sky, a scene appeared on the battlefield that made him widen his pupils.

Warm blood flows on the icy ground, broken internal organs sink and float in the river of blood, like a slaughterhouse on earth.

Wang Teng held an unknown spiritual weapon in his hand, and wherever the muzzle of the black hole pointed, the disciples there would be beaten to pieces.

Just when he was in a daze, a shuttle of bullets swept past.

The blood talisman of the Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect was shattered before it could be used, and one of his hands was even shattered to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"The top of the immortals, proud of the world, with me, Wang Teng, there will be heaven!"

"All the scum of the Blood Spirit Sect will die!"

The voice just fell.

Gatling suddenly stopped firing, and green smoke rose from the red muzzle of the gun.

Wang Teng's breathing stagnated, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to glance at the Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect who was still in shock not far away.

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect looked at him for a moment, and seemed to realize something, a cruel and insolent smile gradually emerged from the corner of his mouth.

A bullet screen suddenly appeared on the live broadcast interface of the crossing chat group.

"Boss Lu Yuan, save me!".

Chapter 38 After riding the mount, ride the master

Su Yan: "Pfft, boss, I didn't do it on purpose."

Fang Gan: "Emperor Wang Xian, can you stand up?"

Han Feiyu: "A real man in three seconds, can he last longer?"

Huangfuqing: "Boss, your Immortal Emperor image has collapsed, I'll pick it up for you, wipe it off quickly, maybe it can still be used."

Aokigawa: "..."

Zhang Fan: "Oh, I shouldn't have hoped for you."

Wang Teng: "Wow, stop kidding, I can't hold it anymore."

Wei Ningshuang: "Looking at how slippery you are, you can still last a long time."

Huangfu Qing: "The old man from the Blood Spirit Sect is almost autistic because of you."

In the live broadcast, Wang Teng was like a loach scurrying around.

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect who was in the twelfth level of Qi Refining was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the old left hand with a little suspicion, could it be that he was really old, and he couldn't even catch a sixth-level Qi Refining monk.

"Little Wind and Cloud Art!"

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect pinched the formula with one hand, and a gust of wind howled, and Wang Teng, who could not avoid it, was caught in it.

Just as the elder of the Blood Spirit Sect was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Wang Teng emerged from the storm again, almost causing the elder to vomit blood.

"Zhuzi, what kind of spell did you use?"

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect blew his beard and stared, the dignified qi refining twelfth level monks were helpless against the sixth level qi refining monks.

Wouldn't it be ridiculous to spread it out?

Wang Teng's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect his perception to be so sharp after opening the first-order gene lock.

With the cultivation base of the sixth level of qi refining, one can deal with the twelfth level of qi refining.

Wang Teng shook his head, and swooped from behind to grab the cloth bag.

Pulled out a black claw series pistol from it.

Although it is not as powerful as Gatling's violent storm, if the Qi Refining Monk can resist a direct shot, the consequences will probably be devastating.

The moment Wang Teng raised his black claws, the fear of the Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect came to his mind again, and the disappearing right hand felt a dull pain.

"Old guy, give Immortal Emperor Arrogance another try."

Wang Teng approached the Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect with a gun, causing him to back up again and again in fright, and accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

"Where is the daughter of the master of your Blood Spirit Sect?"

"Presumptuous, Miss Ling'er is someone like you who can snoop on!"

boom!

Wang Teng raised his hand and shot.

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect struggled to shake his dry Adam's apple.

Bean-sized drops of sweat trickled down his forehead.

fast!

Lightning fast!

Do not!

Lightning at least has a trajectory.

But Wang Teng's attack with the spiritual weapon could not capture the trajectory.

If Wang Teng really wanted to take his life, the blow just now could easily smash his head.

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect set off a brainstorm.

Holding such a terrifying spiritual weapon is definitely not an ordinary person.

Then what is Wang Teng's hidden purpose in hiding in Qingyunmen!

Wang Teng had no time to waste, his eyes became colder and colder.

Boss Lu Yuan supported a gene evolution potion.

He is so powerful just by opening the first-order gene lock.

If the second-order gene lock can be opened in the future, wouldn't it take off in place!

In order to repay the kindness, he even bought future genetic medicines.

Wang Teng is bound to handle this matter beautifully.

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect still had to be stubborn, so he had no choice but to be ruthless.

"I don't know why you are looking for me."

The crimson feathers were covered with gorgeous flames, Xue Ling'er sat on the body of the cardinal, and then floated down.

boom!

Wang Teng raised his hand and shot the Great Elder's knee again.

Xue Ling'er's eyes suddenly froze, the beautiful face under the fiery red veil frowned, and the talisman in his hand could be activated at any time.

"Miss Ling'er, I don't intend to offend, I just hope that you and your mount will not resist and be blocked by the diamond talisman obediently."

Wang Teng took out two pale yellow Vajra Sealing Talismans, and pointed the muzzle of the black hole at Xue Ling'er, telling him not to resist.

"Miss Ling'er, run away, leave me alone!"

The Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect dragged his body forward and vowed to stop it, but unfortunately Wang Teng didn't take it seriously.

Xue Ling'er didn't say a word, her brows and eyes were lowered, she must be regretful in her heart, she hurried over when she heard the gunshot.

Who knew that the weird spiritual weapon in Wang Teng's hands could have such power, and with a single shot, it could surpass the limit of the twelve levels of qi refining.

Even if the Great Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect is willing to stop it, it's useless.

Xue Ling'er knew that no matter how fast she was, she couldn't be as fast as that weird spiritual weapon.

Thinking of this, she quietly held a blood talisman in her hand.