Unrivaled in Immortality

"Wu Qingshan, you are very good! Very good!" The withered wood body was furious when it encountered such a change.

He looked at Wu Qingshan and Wang Yong under the green turtle shell and gritted his teeth.

Wu Qingshan, who was originally used as a bargaining chip to threaten Wang Yong, unexpectedly became the change in their confrontation.

This Yimu turtle shell formation is difficult to break with his usual means, unless he uses the Wood God's Sorrow.

But after using the Wood God's Sorrow, he will face Wang Yong and the other two together. How should he face the two after being severely exhausted?

So, the current scene is extremely embarrassing.

He doesn't know whether he should break the formation.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang"

One by one, the emerald green spears fell like raindrops, rippling on the Yimu turtle shell formation, but leaving no trace on it.

"You really deserve to die! Damn it!" The momentum of the withered wood body surged, and the emerald green spears fell one after another.

"This... should not be dangerous." Wang Yong looked at the emerald green spears that filled the top of the tortoise shell and said with a worried look.

"Don't worry, this method can't break the Yimu Turtle Shell Formation." Wu Qingshan said with confidence.

It was too late to escape now, and Wang Yong had no choice but to believe him.

Then, he looked at the Mu Kingdom monks who were trapped in the Yimu Turtle Shell Formation.

When Wu Qingshan performed the Yimu Turtle Shell Formation, some Mu Kingdom monks were able to escape.

Wu Qingshan's purpose was to protect Wang Yong and the followers of the Blood Bat Demon Cult. Because the Mu Kingdom monks did not dare to move at all because of Wang Yong's intimidation at that time, and they were relatively close to Wang Yong.

When Wu Qingshan performed the Yimu Turtle Shell Formation, they were naturally covered.

Wu Qingshan and Wang Yong's conversation just now was not concealed at all, so they naturally heard it.

Wang Yong has now returned to normal human size. He slowly flapped his wings behind him and looked at the group of Mu Kingdom monks below.

"Xuehai Junior Brother, these people..." Wu Qingshan was about to say something when he was interrupted by the withered wood god body outside.

"You guys go! Now is a good time to take back Beiliu City." The withered wood god body shouted and stopped attacking.

The Mu Kingdom monks outside the Yimu Turtle Shell Formation heard this and hurriedly fled in the direction of Beiliu City.

Then, the withered wood god body turned his attention to the Yimu Turtle Shell Formation, because there were still many Mu Kingdom monks in it.

"Run! They dare not come out, you guys run!" The withered wood god body shouted angrily.

He was really speechless about these people. If they didn't take the opportunity to escape, would they die inside?

"Haha, Mu Jiayi, this good show can't be without them!" Wang Yong smiled faintly, flapped his wings, and came to the top of everyone's head.

Seeing this, tens of thousands of Mu Kingdom cultivators rushed to escape from the Yi Mu Turtle Shell Formation.

"Please enjoy it!" As Wang Yong's voice fell, pieces of blood-colored willow leaves quickly emerged around him. In a few blinks of an eye, the surrounding area was densely packed with blood-colored willow leaves, roughly tens of thousands of pieces, and a trace of golden thread was extremely dazzling at this moment.

"Run!"

"Face in front, get out of the way, blocking me!"

"Elder Mu Jiayi, help me!"

"..."

The shouts were noisy and resounded through the world. The cultivators of Mu Kingdom seemed to have become mortals without any power at this moment, waiting for the disaster to come.

"Fall!" Wang Yong's ruthless voice resounded all around.

Tens of thousands of blood-colored willow leaves fell mercilessly.

"Shua shua shua!"

"Shua shua shua!"

"Puff"

"Puff"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"..."

The sound of sharp weapons cutting the air, the sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh, and the screams of the crowd rang out one after another.

Even Wu Qingshan, who was used to killing, shook his head slightly at this scene and simply closed his eyes and couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

As for persuading Wang Yong? Based on his understanding of Wang Yong, Wang Yong would never listen to his advice.

"Mu Jiayi, how about this performance? Are you satisfied with it?" Wang Yong had a smile on his lips, and he looked even more evil against the background of the screams of the crowd.

"You...you are simply not a human!" The dead wood body pointed at Wang Yong and was completely speechless.

Even though he was a Jindan-stage cultivator, he had never seen such a scene before, which actually made him feel a little scared.

"Haha, what's wrong with being a human? What's wrong with being a beast? Does it make any difference in this world if you don't have strength? You keep talking about humans. I ask you, are they human?" Wang Yong pointed at the remains of the corpses and pieces of meat below.

"Now, what will happen to these people?" Wang Yong waved his hand, and a shadow of a wild bull condensed by blood and energy emerged, gnawing at the broken meat on the ground.

"I am standing here safely now. I say I am a human and they are beasts. Can they object? Don't think that you are superior to others just because you are a human. You may be like these people in the eyes of others, like pigs and dogs." Wang Yong continued.

"You are a sharp-tongued demon, if you have the guts, you will shrink in this tortoise shell for the rest of your life." The dead wood body's determination to kill Wang Yong became stronger and stronger.

"Haha, if you have the guts, break through the defense and come in to kill me."

After speaking, Wang Yong waved his hand, and the bloody wild bull shadow disappeared.

The ground was covered with blood and body parts were everywhere. Wang Yong saw this and opened his hands. He saw the body parts gradually gathered together and gradually formed a mountain of flesh about several feet high and ten feet wide.

"Now those people you mentioned will become my strength and help me step onto a higher level." Wang Yong sat cross-legged on the top of the meat mountain, ignoring the dead wood body with red eyes glaring at him.

"Why don't you hurry up and go to Beiliu City for support!" Then he spoke to the escaped Muguo monk who was vomiting bile.

Hearing this, everyone dared not stay for a moment, and quickly fled from this place that they would never forget.

Maybe when they think back to it in the future, they will shudder. The pungent smell of blood seems to throw them into a sea of ​​blood. They struggled hard in it and drank the blood in it.

Wu Qingshan frowned slightly when he saw this. He had only seen this method in the hands of the leader.

Killing people without scruples.

The meat mountain under Wang Yong was filled with blood mist, and pieces of bloody willow leaves slowly rotated around the meat mountain. He wanted to unite this meat mountain into one and refine it into a blood willow.

The withered wood divine body just watched quietly, guarding outside, not knowing what he was thinking.

While the meat mountain was being united, Wang Yong was not idle either.

I saw the blood willows on the ground, sending out streams of blood to connect with Wang Yong.

He was refining the blood and vitality in these blood willows.

Wu Qingshan and the followers of the Blood Bat Demon Cult were already used to practicing the blood path technique so blatantly, after all, this was not the first time Wang Yong did this in public.

Time passed, the moon disappeared, the sun rose, and today was sunny, another sunny day.

Wang Yong was surrounded by blood mist, and the blood willow forest had disappeared, leaving only a blood willow several feet high and about ten feet wide standing there.

The withered wood divine body would attack a wave of Yimu Turtle Shell Formation every once in a while, consuming Wu Qingshan.

But the effect was not as good as he wished.

Wu Qingshan and the members of the Blood Bat Demon Cult also took advantage of this rich place of qi and blood to enter a shallow level of cultivation.