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"what……"

Killing-intent dragons writhed among the crowd, crushing and killing several people with a whirling dance.

For a while, screams and wailing were heard endlessly. Who would have thought that it was just a night of besieging and killing Song Qingshu, but now it is like purgatory?

The vitality mill rotated, chopping one body after another into froth, the scarlet blood turned into a spring, and pale brains fell from the sky.

this night.

There are really too many people trying to attack Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu thought there were only more than [-] people, but now he only forced [-] people.

If Song Qingshu hadn't prepared for the formation in advance, and bumped into these [-] top experts, even if he could win, he would still be injured, and he would be quite embarrassing.

But now.

Among the more than 800 people who came in, none of them were able to break through the formation and escape, and all of them were facing a slaughter.

But Song Qingshu just looked at this battlefield with high spirits, which looked like an ancient battlefield.

Hundreds of dead bodies piled up here, blood flowed, the ground was scarlet, a pungent smell rose, and blood mist lingered.

Song Qingshu stood in the formation, and Ye Fan's hair was dyed red by the lingering blood mist, which showed the brutality of the battle.

"Song Qingshu, you are committing a crime. These [-] people are all extremely powerful people on the road to immortality. Too many people died..."

When Song Qingshu killed the Quartet, a meaningful sigh from the city lord reached Song Qingshu's ears.

Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders, he didn't know whether to comfort the city lord or he said with a little determination: "It doesn't matter how many deaths there are."

"Since I've chosen to kill and become a Shura, then I won't be able to stop, and I don't need to be merciful anymore. Once I attack, I will kill them all!"

"Hey!"

Song Qingshu bent his bow and set an arrow, aiming at the incarnation of the wine and meat monk who was fixed by him.

After a long cry and trembling, the blood arrow pierced through the void like a shocking rainbow.

"puff."

The Taoist monk transformed into a monk of wine and meat cannot avoid it, Song Qingshu's arrow is extremely powerful, and the arrow hits his abdomen.

After a bang, Monk Jiurou's soul cracked and his limbs were broken.All his powers disappeared.

This incarnation of the Taoist priest still had countless hole cards to play, but was destroyed by Song Qingshu with one arrow!

"Ah... Song Qingshu, you bastard. How dare you attack me? Do you know who I am?"

The Taoist monk incarnated by the wine and meat monk is closely related to the real body of the wine and meat monk.

Now Song Qingshu shot fiercely, crippling his cultivation with one arrow, causing despair to appear in his eyes.

The primordial spirit is cracked, the limbs are afraid of being useless, and the divine power is withered. Even if it is an incarnation, it will do great damage to the wine and meat monk.

It is very possible that after tonight, that body will no longer be able to embark on the path of cultivation.

Thinking of this.

The Taoist became even more angry:

"You are so ruthless... I will definitely tell the people who go ahead, I will tear you to pieces!"

Song Qingshu was threatened, so he calmly put away his bow and arrow and asked with a sneer, "Who are you? Aren't you a stinky Taoist priest tonight?"

"A stinky Taoist priest with no status. How to liquidate me? Even if you become a monk tomorrow, I don't admit it, what can you do to me?"

Say it.

Song Qingshu stretched out a big hand, and the phantom of the Kunpeng condensed on Song Qingshu's palm. From the Kunpeng's fist, Kunpeng spread its wings thousands of miles and bombarded it.

"hateful!"

The wine and meat monk was furious, mobilizing his whole body's spiritual power to wave the whisk, and the half-foot whisk hit Song Qingshu head-on like a galaxy.

pat!

The phantom of Kunpeng slammed into this galaxy, and there was a clear sound.

The dust whisk was broken and turned into fine powder, and the Taoist priest's body was smashed into a puddle of blood, and his soul dissipated and was directly obliterated.

After Song Qingshu killed the enemy with one punch, he further activated the killing formation, making it more ruthless to reap the lives of the immortals in the formation.

In this Shura field, Song Qingshu opened his brows to the heavens, and carefully searched for the whereabouts of those holy sons in the chaos.

"The son of Wanmu, the king of the alien race? Well, it really is him."

Song Qingshu looked at a burly figure in the crowd, smiled coldly, and said indifferently.

At this time, the Wanmu Shengzi couldn't care less about covering up his whereabouts, only to see his scales exposed all over his body, like a fierce beast, trampled on the corpses of everyone, and charged outward.

"Worthy of being a king of a foreign race, he is so fierce at any time, it's amazing!"

Song Qingshu joked to himself with a cold expression.

Immediately Song Qingshu jumped towards the Wanmu Shengzi, now, no matter who it is, as long as they are in the killing array, they are doomed to die.

Chapter 747 is Coming

The Wanmu Shengzi is covered with golden scales, obviously in human form, but at this moment, like a fierce spirit, he tramples on the corpses of other ascended immortals and attacks outward.

If there is a human race that resists his way forward, he will be smashed into pieces by him, and he will be trampled to death directly, extremely arrogant and arrogant.

"Worthy of being the king of a foreign race, you are indeed insolent!"

Song Qingshu opened his lips indifferently, although his tone was a little joking, but when he said this, Song Qingshu looked extraordinarily indifferent, like ice.

As early as when setting up this formation, Song Qingshu had already decided that no matter who it was, anyone who dared to commit an offense and stepped into this formation would be doomed to die.

"Death to me!"

Song Qingshu's eyes were indifferent, he opened his eyes and moved his thoughts, and activated the formation to draw endless blood to sweep towards the Wanmu Shengzi.

After hearing only a loud bang.

The tall and mighty body of the Wanmu Shengzi shattered inch by inch, the golden scales fell off, the body was directly torn apart, and the limbs were separated.

but.

Although he was seriously injured, there were only fluctuations in divine power on the body of the Wanmu Shengzi, but there was no blood splattering, just like a puppet clone.

"It's an incarnation again. It seems like the monk of wine and meat has never dispatched his body."

"Before the main body arrives, the avatar is already so powerful, it's almost as powerful as the previous one, which is amazing."

Watching the divine power fluctuations on the Wanmu Shengzi.

Song Qingshu's brows opened wide and his eyes widened, shooting out a ray of nine-colored brilliance, and instantly understood the tricky thing about the Wanmu Shengzi.

The Son of Ten Thousand Eyes was indeed extremely cautious, and he didn't show up when the treasure hunting battle was in full swing.

Now even if he came to snatch the treasure from Song Qingshu, it was just an incarnation to come here to observe.

But even if the incarnation is beheaded here, the main body will inevitably be severely injured, at least the realm will regress, and at worst it will die.

"Fellow Daoist wait a moment, I am the Holy Son of Myriad Eyes."

"Although there is a small friction between my alien race and you, it is not impossible to mediate..."

The Holy Son of Wanmu did not want to die as an incarnation, and at the last moment, he showed his true face, with a flattering and helpless smile on his lips, hoping to save himself from death.

"Little thief, it's fine to come boldly to grab my treasure, but you still dare to pretend to be the Son of Wanmu? What a bastard, behead!"

Before Wanmu Holy Son could finish his intercession, Song Qingshu frowned and interrupted him directly.

One word was cut out, and a mountain of lightning shook out of the pattern, and the mountain slammed into the Wanmu Shengzi, crushing him into fly ash, and died.

……

now.

The place is filled with blood, stumps and broken bodies are all over the ground, and the killing intent is endless. It seems like a vast ocean after another is surging and mighty.

After Yi Nian killed the incarnation of the Holy Son of Wanmu, Song Qingshu then opened his eyes and patrolled the four directions, hoping to take this opportunity to take the first action and remove those hidden dangers.

Song Qingshu looked from a distance, and he could clearly see a blood-colored grinding disc formed by the condensed vitality of heaven and earth in this formation.

The millstone rolled, crushing the bodies of the ascended immortals one after another in the formation, scarlet blood and pale pulp spilled all over the ground.

Countless people howled in pain under the control of terror, repeatedly calling for help.

However, the millstone transformed by vitality is still rolling, harvesting life continuously, this scene is extremely terrifying.

There is blood flowing in the place where Song Qingshu stands.

The blood accumulated too much, and a thick layer of blood mud was deposited on the ground. This was like a purgatory on earth, an extremely bloody scene.

"I found you, Nangong Saintess!"

In the Asura field, Song Qingshu's expression remained calm, extremely indifferent, and he did not waver at all.

Tong Tiandao glanced over, Song Qingshu fixed his gaze somewhere, and then his pupils turned cold.

Among the crowd, Song Qingshu once again saw this saint who was supposed to be beautiful.

Among the holy sons and saints who attacked Song Qingshu, the most vicious one was the seemingly most holy Nangong saint.

The extremely dark water almost melted Song Qingshu's body. In terms of the ruthlessness of the attack, this Nangong saint is really the best.

Now Nangong Shengnv's true appearance is not visible, her hair is disheveled, she is wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat like a countryman.

And like a busker, carrying a purple gold gourd on his back, holding a rotten cork, he stepped on other people's corpses in a very low-key way, with his head down, dodging.

"Bingzijue, Great Dragon Holy Sword!"

"Chong!"

With a soft sound, Song Qingshu pulled out the Great Dragon Sacred Sword from the void with the word Bing.

Holding the big dragon sword in his hand, he walked forward with strides like dragons and tigers.

Ling Lie's sword energy lingered around him, and he walked freely in the pattern like a sword fairy.

"Saint, long time no see."

In just a few steps, Song Qingshu had already walked two or three miles, and came to the Nangong Saintess, holding his sword upside down, smiling kindly.