"There are less than three breaths." Murong Sheng and the nine men all had sweat the size of soybeans on their foreheads. The sealing weapon was like a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing the magic power of the nine men, as if it was about to take time off. Murong Sheng couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment in his heart. Master Zu gave him this magic weapon to register for him and said that he could save his life at critical moments, but he didn't expect that so much magic power would be needed. If he hadn't gathered the nine people around him when he came in, then he wouldn't have been sucked into a human being by this life-saving magic weapon. Does Master Zu want to live at all? He couldn't help asking himself.

In fact, he was wrongly blamed his master. His master's understanding of his descendants, especially Murong Sheng's understanding far exceeded his own imagination. Murong Sheng's actions since childhood fell completely into the eyes of his master. The master knew that the danger in the Soul Valley was extremely dangerous, and it was difficult for ordinary monks to use the magic weapon of the monks to use, so he went to a dangerous place to collect the things from the sealed magic weapon, sealed it, and saved his descendants' lives.

The reason why nine people were needed to untie the seal was that the master of the Diancang Sect knew that his descendants had a strong ruling ability. Once they entered the Soul Valley, they would definitely summon other monks to move forward. Instead of taking a magic weapon that could not be exerted in the Wind Control Period, it would be better to give him a magic weapon that required many people to untie the seal.

The seal on the outside of the bronze bamboo tube seemed to be alive, one by one, floated out and turned into smoke and dissipated into the air: "Fellow Daoist Qin insisted on it, and there were less than three breaths, and the seal was about to be untied."

Hearing Murong Sheng's words, Qin Yun smiled bitterly. If it weren't for the power of some war swords that had been stimulated by chance just now, he would have been slapped off the ribs by this giant rat monster, and his treasure body would also be exposed, and he would probably be surrounded by enemies by the time.

He still has two strikes left, and he can't escape if he wants to do it within three breaths. The speed of Xuanpin cultivator is far higher than that of Yufeng. If he was at his peak, he might be able to make a big splash. Now he can only cooperate with Murong Sheng and others to resist the three breaths.

All monsters have become spirits, and all mortals call them fairies. None of them are extremely smart, otherwise they would have been caught and peeled and refined medicine. This big rat king is even the king of millions of big rats. I don’t know how many years exist, and there is no need to be much less wisdom from the monks. Seeing Murong Sheng and others opening a magic weapon that could threaten him, they were still willing to fight against Qin Yun head-on, and a squeaking sound came from their mouths, and endless big rats rushed towards Murong Sheng.

When he saw the arrival of the rat, Murong Sheng and others changed their expressions. He never expected that this monster in the Xuanpin stage would not be as good as a master. He had little face to bully the younger generation with the Xuanpin stage. He did not expect that he would use so many subordinates. He was really shameless. But he would not think about it at this moment that the monster was not one of the monks, and there was no rule among the monks that he would talk about face but not bully the younger generation, and not bully the younger generation with the more, so he would naturally try his best to get rid of his existence.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, find a way." Murong Sheng was anxious. The mysterious monster became shameless, which was so dangerous.

"What can I do? If I really have a way, I'll leave just now." He said this, and he didn't dare to neglect his hands. If he really wanted these rats to approach Murong Sheng and others, then everything would be wasted and all ten people would die here.

The Jinxiao Divine Sword was held in his right hand. What surprised him was that the strong fighting spirit in his arm seemed to have found a vent, and kept rushing into the Jinxiao Sword. For a moment, the golden light of the Jinxiao Sword was shining, and the sword body formed by the sword energy exceeded a hundred feet, with a continuous clanging sound.

Qin Yun suddenly realized that after all, the sword of the war still had the word "Sword", which was a sword formed by all the ancient monks' shocking fighting spirit. Only by finding a carrier of this kind of sword can the maximum power of the war sword be exerted.

Qin Yun flew up and jumped into the air. The sword in his hand swept across Murong Sheng and others. Countless big rats were slapped into pieces by the invincible sword intent, and blood was splattered.

The Rat King was stunned. In front of the group of rats that were besieging, the bright red flesh and blood formed a circle around Murong Shao. The smell of fishy smell stimulated the nerves of the monks. Even if the power of this sword was not as powerful as the power of the spiritual weapon, it was almost the same.

"There are less than two breaths left." Qin Yun sighed and fell from the air, collapsed on the ground, unable to move. The sword of the war suddenly took away the only energy he had left, and there was no power to fight again. Although the sword of the war was amazing, if the sword just now hit the Rat King's head, the Rat King would probably be injured, but he was not sure after all. If he could not kill the Rat King with one blow, the consequences would be unimaginable. Instead of doing this, it would be better to delay Murong Sheng and others for some time.

"You actually killed so many of my tribe members. I want to chew your meat piece by piece." The Rat King seemed to be trampled on by Qin Yun's tail, and ignored Murong Sheng and others, and rushed to the place where Qin Yun fell, "Do you die for me."

"Good opportunity." Murong Sheng was delighted when he saw the Rat King running to Qin Yun. There was still a breath of time. As long as the Rat King didn't stare at them, they felt that it was too late. As for Qin Yun's life or death, it depends on his own luck.

The Rat King ran away from where Qin Yun was, and his huge body collided violently on the plain. Everyone could clearly feel the vibration of the plain, open its huge mouth, reveal its sharp front teeth, and bit Qin Yun's neck.

The rat king's teeth and claws are equivalent to magic weapons, especially a sharp teeth, which can easily bite off ordinary magic weapons, and low-level treasures can also damage them. If this mouthful is to be taken down, Qin Yun's neck must be bitten through.

Qin Yun lay on the ground and could only see a black mouth, without losing consciousness, but unable to resist.

Just when he thought he would die, a voice came into his ears.

"It's finally successful." Murong Sheng and others were ecstatic. The seal on the bamboo tube was finally removed by them at the last moment. Murong Sheng quickly uncovered the lid of the bamboo tube. The moment the lid was opened, a golden light flew out with a soothing sound, passing through the head of the Rat King, and the Rat King's huge body fell down.

Qin Yun smiled and felt relieved. After all, as long as he is alive, who wants to die? When he relaxed, Qin Yun felt dizzy, tilted his head and fainted.
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