The flower burial witch Lord noticed Qin Ming''s face and snorted coldly. You are still too young after all.


    Qin Ming''s face is ugly. It''s basically certain that the flower burial witch master doesn''t have spiritual power now, otherwise it''s impossible to move out of his name to intimidate him. But if she gave her name, una, they might no longer be on his side.


    "Are you the... Flower burial witch master?" una asked tentatively. The deterrent power of the witch temple in this sea area is too strong and terrible. Even if it was badly damaged in several battles in pursuit of the heavenly king temple, the witch temple is still a witch temple. The fierce power established for thousands of years is shrouded in the head of every inland sea force. People like Una can be said to have awed and shadowed the witch temple since childhood. They seldom see ghost generals, let alone the high witch Lord.


    However, how did the flower burial witch Lord appear here?


    She was seriously injured in the battle of tuocang mountain in the ancient sea. She should heal in the witch palace.


    The burial witch asked, "do you know who the people around you are?"


    Una, they all look at Qin Ming. Who is it? Lu Yao.


    Qin Ming suddenly sneered and killed the blood pool in the eyes of the buried flower witch Lord.


    "What are you doing?" Euna, they exclaimed, crazy? Whether it''s the burial of the flower witch lord or not, we can''t provoke it. If we provoke her, we''ll die miserably.


    Qin ordered him to run wildly, killing like a tide, trampling on the corpses all over the ground and storming into the sky. The right hand and arm are covered with green tendons, and the surging power flows into the Dayan ancient sword. The sword body trembles slightly, and the ancient meaning is diffuse. The forest cold sword spirit buzzes in the stone cave, like the sleeping ancient ancestors, suddenly opened their eyes and burst out a bright red light to illuminate the space. The shining Yuna can''t open their eyes.


    "Wan Jun''s blood!"


    There was a voice in Qin Ming''s heart roaring. He struck the ancient sword and angrily took and buried the flower witch Lord.


    "Ha ha... You don''t have a chance..." the buried flower witch Lord stood still and let the ancient sword hit his heart with Wan Jun''s strength.


    Qin Ming''s body can''t produce 100000 strength. The "Wanjun blood explosion" of Dayan ancient sword is absolutely OK. This blow is equivalent to concentrating his whole body strength on a sharp point. With the ultimate strength, it can burst into the mountains.


    Boo!! Boom! The sword tip of Dayan ancient sword collided with the blood coat on the chest of the buried flower witch Lord. There was a dull sound and a roar. The blood coat burst into an amazing holy power, like a ferocious wolf headed blood bat. In an instant, it rushed over the ancient sword and impacted Qin''s life.


    Qin''s life was stuffy. Dayan''s ancient sword was strongly shaken and almost got out of his hand, which involved his whole body flying backwards. After landing, he tossed one after another, and his right arm almost lost consciousness. He shivered up his body and looked at the blood pool in front of him? How is it possible that she has no spiritual power fluctuation. Is it the blood suit? Is that why she''s hiding here? "I didn''t look for you, but I refined the blood clothes here. The blood clothes have become, and you''re late." the master of the flower burial witch''s tone was as usual, his voice was cold, and Qin Ming''s critical blow seemed to have no impact on her. However, her slender and beautiful body was being forcibly tightened. The sharp pain in her chest not only cracked her bones, but also her heart was almost broken by the sword. Sure enough, the blood coat hasn''t finished yet. It''s too far away.


    Qin ordered the golden blood in his arm to flow faster and ease the feeling of acid and numbness. Can the blood coat prevent my full blow? Don''t you have no chance again!


    "Lu Yao, are you okay?" Gao Sen came to help Qin Ming.


    "Lu Yao? The name is good, but it''s a fake." the flower burial witch Lord endured the pain. Psychic power was suppressed. She could neither take blood pill nor swallow and refine blood Qi. She could only bear it.


    Fake? Una, they all looked at Qin Ming and the witch Lord who buried flowers. They were confused. Who is true, who is false, what is true and what is false.


    "He, surnamed Qin, named life. Heavenly king hall, Immortal King, Qin life!"


    "Qin life?" they exclaimed, staring wide. The name of the undead King Qin Ming has been popular among hunters recently. It''s like thunder. It''s not only because he dragged out the long live mountain in the black Jiao warship and swept the battle field of tuocang mountain. It''s a legend, but also because of his super high reward price, 5000 black gold coins! That means five million gold coins! Take out holy level martial arts. For all Hunter teams, the reward price is enough to make them lose their mind and exchange their lives.


    However, Qin''s life is not like this. Portraits of Qin Ming can be seen everywhere on all islands, and many merchant ships and warships are covered with them.


    "Look at the blood from his mouth, isn''t it obvious?" the flower burial witch master''s voice was cold and calm, couldn''t hear any emotion, and echoed constantly in the bloody and messy cave.


    "Golden blood! He is Qin Ming!" Euna recognized it, but it was incredible. I spent five days with the legendary Immortal King Qin Ming? He still works for me? Qin Ming! Legend! Just standing in front of us? The other sportsmen were surprised. No wonder they always felt that Lu Yao had a special temperament, which was very different from those hunters.


    "I''ll pay each of you a thousand black gold coins, go up together and kill her." Qin life wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.


    A thousand black gold coins? Their hearts warmed again and all turned to the burial of the flower witch Lord.


    "He can''t kill him. You can do it? Don''t dream. You can''t bear the crime of killing the witch master of the witch hall. There are no airtight walls in the world. If someone leaks his mouth and spreads it out one day, think about what the witch hall will do to you."


    Una, they hesitated to kill the witch Lord of the witch hall? They trembled at the thought and had no courage at all.


    The flower burying witch leader said again, "your name is Euna, right? Catch Qin''s life for me and want to live. Leave the incontinence island and I''ll take you as my own disciple."


    "Ah?" Euna covered her mouth in surprise. Is she a disciple of the witch Lord of the witch hall? What a privilege it was. For a moment, she felt the blood all over her body hot.


    Others looked at Euna with envy, from the hunter to the personal disciple of the witch master of the witch hall? It''s a leap to the sky! Looking at the whole inland sea, it is a symbol of status. Even the island owners of those islands have to give way. It is unthinkable for these hunters.


    The secret way of Qin''s life is not good, but there is no way. The influence of the witch hall is too great. In front of the temptation of his own disciples, all natural materials and earth treasures are like dung and soil, which is not worth a penny at all.


    The witch Lord of the witch hall continued to stimulate una: "the witch hall has been damaged recently and is in urgent need of talents. Your realm should be above six heavy days. As a casual practitioner, breaking through the barrier of six heavy days is enough to show your talent. As a daughter, you can lead a team of more than ten people. Your ability is good. If you like, you can worship me."


    Una couldn''t resist the temptation at all. She was shorting of breath. The plumpness on her chest fluctuated and almost squeezed out of her thin clothes. Unfortunately, no one will appreciate her beauty. They all look at her with envy and jealousy and are waiting for her decision. Lu Yao didn''t explain from beginning to end. He should be Qin''s life, and the people in the blood pit are basically sure to be the flower burial witch owner.


    They really dare not challenge the Lord of the witch hall, and Qin''s life has been shaken back. How can we do it?


    They expect Euna to promise that if Euna really becomes the personal disciple of the buried flower witch Lord and enters the witch hall, she will always need some confidants and assistants. They are natural candidates.


    As for the friendship with Qin Ming these days, they didn''t think about it.


    Only Gao Sen scratched his head: "we are... Not very good."