Qian Jian Pan looked sideways at the Jin Dan in his body, Elder Qian's True Yuan rejuvenated it, but it was far from enough.

Tang Mingqiong's strength was far more unfathomable than he thought, and he only absorbed Elder Qian's cultivation alone, and he couldn't deal with Tang Mingqiong at all.

Fortunately, there were still hundreds of monks like Elder Qian on the field.

One Qian Elder is not enough, a hundred or two hundred Qian Elders are enough, right?

Didn't this group of righteous monks shout that they would work together to kill Tang Mingqiong?

Then he fulfilled their wishes and made their cultivation a combined number, so that they could exert their greatest strength!

Qian Jifan caught a monk who was shocked back by the giant python, and without waiting for the monk to say thank you, he inserted his finger into the man's skull according to the action of absorbing Elder Qian's true yuan, and in the blink of an eye, there was another dried corpse in his hand.

……

There was a scuffle at the scene......

One or two corpses that have been sucked dry and cultivated may not be found, but a large number of people will always attract everyone's attention.

In addition, Qian had no intention of concealing his behavior, and the sound of fighting around him stopped unconsciously.

"Dry friends...... What are you doing here? Someone asked in a trembling voice.

Qianjian turned to look at him, and as soon as his five fingers grasped in the air, the monk who spoke out was dragged out of the crowd by an invisible force, and was dragged straight into the palm of Qianjifan's hand.

"What is the old man doing?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the five fingers penetrated the skull and made a crisp sound, like a prelude to a "funeral song", which knocked hard in everyone's hearts.

"Aren't you going to help the old man, the old man is fulfilling your last wish!"

Qian Jian grinned, and when he smiled, his face was covered with red blood lines, more like an evil cultivator who had fallen into the devil's path than Tang Mingqiong and Luo Pei'an.

Too much True Yuan was mixed in his body, and at first it made his face flush like a new life, and when the True Yuan in his body was absorbed more and more, he was no longer able to break them up and fuse them together.

So much so that at this moment, several True Yuan hedges not only made his handsome face crawl with terrifying red lines, but even his physical body exuded a strong sour smell.

Qian Jifan threw the dried corpse in his hand everywhere, his eyes like a vicious poison, looking for his next prey.

The surrounding crowd was frightened back a few steps by him: "Don't come, don't come......"

"Quick, come and kill Qianjifan, he's already gone mad!"

"Dry friends, wake up! We are your companions! ”

The surrounding crowd scattered and fled, but no one could escape the palm of their hands......

……

Tang Mingqiong was indifferent to the dry disease and the actions of the monks.

Some people rush to their own death, and he just fulfills them.

A natural demon cultivator should be this cold-hearted and cold-hearted look, whether these monks are dead or alive, what does it have to do with him?

Tang Mingqiong's eyes were red, he didn't want to think about why, and he didn't want to think about who he was.

At this moment, only endless killing is his destination, and only blood can relieve the dull pain in his chest and make him forget the source of all pain.

On the top of the back mountain, there is a sea of corpses and blood......

After absorbing enough of the monk's true yuan, he finally flew up to Tang Mingqiong.

Hundreds of true elements in the body were intertwined, making the limbs of the dry disease several times magnified, like a skin full of qi, more terrifying than a ghost.

He made claws with both hands, and with a fierce wind sound, he grabbed Tang Mingqiong's vital point, and the red robe on Tang Mingqiong's body touched the black qi on the dry claws, leaving five charred finger marks.

It's not that Qianjian himself is so powerful, but now he is wrapped in black gas all over his body, which hurts others and hurts himself, and it is really difficult to deal with.

His dry skin had been burned with puscesses of various sizes, and purulent yellow-green fluid flowed from the sores from time to time, making him look like a pimpled toad.

…… If you want to attack him, you have to be infected by his black energy.

Qianjian Fan had long lost his mind, he only thought about strengthening his cultivation to fight Tang Mingqiong, but he forgot that he was no longer an old ghost with demonic skills and invincibility, but a monk of the Shangxuan Sect who was full of righteousness.

It is natural to directly absorb the true essence of the monk and replace it with the demon cultivation of the Yuan infancy, but the body of "Qianjian Fan" can't withstand such a ruthless and domineering cultivation method at all, and finally makes himself look like this walking corpse.

"Kill, kill you!"

"Tang Mingqiong, you should die!"

There are words in his mouth, and the black qi erodes his reason, but the obsession in his heart is infinitely magnified.

He was like a tireless puppet, attacking Tang Mingqiong again and again, until he died.

The two machines that only knew how to kill collided together, and the anti-heaven demonic qi surged out with the two of them as the center, and rushed straight into the sky.

The remaining monks on the altar only felt that the ground under their feet trembled, their standing was unstable, their chest was full of qi and blood, and their hearts were full of demons, even if they resisted with aura, they still couldn't suppress the seven emotions and six desires in their minds.

Many people who have cultivated to the lowest level have already rolled and wailed on the ground with their heads in their hands, and they have no immortal wind bones that a righteous monk should have.

Qianjian gathered one of the claws of the Hundred True Yuan and grabbed Tang Mingqiong's right arm.

The mottled black qi entangled Tang Mingqiong's right arm along his dry hand, leaving a foul-smelling abscess on his arm.

However, Tang Mingqiong's palm was slapped on the forehead of the dry disease, and the demonic qi poured out, causing seven blood marks to gush out of the seven orifices of the dry disease.

The two of them were separated by a touch, but they were both shocked back dozens of steps by the other party.

He slammed straight into the white jade pillar of the altar, shattering the hard stone pillar to pieces.

His hands were especially in the shape of sharp claws, his eyes bulged out abruptly from his swollen face, staring at Tang Mingqiong standing in the altar, without moving.

A moment later, like a stiff log, he fell backwards in the crumbling jade......

This is...... He's dead?

However, even if he died of dry disease, the gloom in the air that was so thick that it could not be dissolved still did not dissipate.

Tang Mingqiong clutched his shoulder, which had been scratched by the dry disease, and shook off the demonic energy that wanted to erode his mind.

But the demons in his heart have long been intricately rooted in the bottom of his heart, he can't throw them away, he can't get rid of them, and when he encounters the moisture of black gas, he is like spring grass meeting ganlin, breaking through the soil and growing savagely.

The desperate move of the dry disease finally succeeded.

Those complicated and domineering monk Zhen Yuan, along that claw, transferred to Tang Mingqiong's body, starting from the festering wound and gradually spreading to his whole body.

made Tang Mingqiong also like a dry disease, covered with tree-like red lines.

Tang Mingqiong heard the sound of blood boiling.

His blood burned, burning his skin with ugly scars, bubbling pus-and-abs, and emitting a foul stench......

"Kill, kill them all!"

He heard a voice in his heart speak.