A faint layer of blood mist was released from Youqing's body, and the eyes of the whole person had completely turned blood red, and his body was convulsing violently, as if he was suffering some great pain.

The Qi Qi in his hand suddenly transformed into a blood-colored point of light, burrowing into the center of his eyebrows.

The mottled appeared, slowly wrapped around Youqing, the mottled touched his body, and he roared uncontrollably-

"Ahh——!hh

The demon lord raised his head and stared at the demon qing not far away, and he was tormented in his heart, in the end. Or did he drag his brother down.

However, after he saw the next scene, his pupils shrank sharply, like the size of a focal point.

The mottled face attached to the demon Qing, and almost instantly, the right half of his face was already corroded and festering, and even spread to the left, and even ...... Body!

If it is spread to the whole body by that thing, the life of the demon Qing. It's the end of the day.

"Brother!" The Demon Lord's voice was a little poignant, and he rushed forward, only to be bounced back onto the stone slab by an invisible force.

The Demon Lord stared at Demon Qing with dead eyes, his eyes were red, and he opened his lips unconsciously, but he couldn't make a single word......

Everything he did was blocked by the remnants of the old Shura God.

No!

If, if it goes on like this......

After that, he had nothing but himself!

Then what's the point of him being the god of Raushzi Shura!

At this moment, the purple-red jade bead that Youqing had been carrying since birth on his neck suddenly emitted several dazzling purple lights, stronger than the blood mist on his body.

The spreading rot immediately stopped, and the pain that Youqing had endured seemed to disappear.

The old voice seemed to be a little surprised, he found the purple-red jade bead, and exclaimed: "Hey, what is that?!" ”

In the shattered chaos, Youqing turned around, the purple robe was mottled with blood, with desperate sadness, and a bloody tear slowly fell from the corroded half of his face.

Jue, you have suffered a lot for the first half of my life, and because I have a broken arm.

All my brother can do is to do his best to protect you.

Don't worry, even if I die, I will still protect you.

The blood and tears fell in the air and condensed into ice, and then turned into a trace of warm power, and sank into the center of the demon lord's eyebrows.

Jue, my brother is gone, this is my brother's protection of you......

At this time, there was a loud sound between heaven and earth, and I saw that the mottled and demonic light in the air slowly dissipated into the distance.

The purple light on Youqing's body shone brightly, and gradually disappeared into this shattered piece as the space shattered.

At this moment, the Demon Lord's head suddenly stabbed violently, his body went limp, and he fainted on the blood-colored stone slab.

The demon Qing disappeared, and the inheritance of the Shura God of the Demon Lord was about to begin......

……

The Holy Spirit Continent, a barren land, is also known as a fierce land.

A bloodstained body was trampled by passers-by, and the people around him were fierce and vicious, without looking at the people on the ground at all.

Half of the man's face was ruined, terrifying and hideous, like a devil crawling out of hell, making people unconsciously ignore his other half, although a little dirty, but handsome face.

Some people even thought he was a bit of a hindrance, and kicked him twice impatiently.

"Phew! What kind of person is this! Isn't it dead! ”

"I don't know, this person has been lying here for several days, and he hasn't seen his body rot and stink, so he probably hasn't died yet."

"Then let him die now! What a hindrance here! ”

As he spoke, the man stretched out his hand, and the aura condensed on the man's head, and before his hand could get close to the other party, his wrist was pinched fiercely.

I only heard the "click", and that hand was directly broken!

The eyes of the people on the ground, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened, and the sharp purple eyes glared coldly at the person who wanted to kill him.

"You want me dead?" The man's voice was as cold as frost, and just listening to the sound made people feel cold.

"Let me go! You unreiki waste! The man who had broken his wrist yelled in frustration.

He was a little frightened, this person had no aura, how could he control a person at the level of a spirit general and couldn't move?!

Half of the man's hideous face evoked a strange sneer, he didn't speak, and the next second he answered with practical actions.

Before Wang Yang could react, his head was pierced by a sharp icicle in the next second, and the plasma burst out directly.

In fact, he didn't know why he had such a strong force, but subconsciously, he did it, as if he had done it many times.

The people around who watched the excitement gasped, Wang Yang, who was here on weekdays, died in the hands of a waste who had no aura?

How is this possible?

Although it is difficult to believe this fact, they do not dare to be presumptuous anymore.

This person who doesn't seem to have aura can directly kill a spirit general powerhouse, so how strong is he?!

Or is it an accident?

The man with the half of the ghost face stood up directly, with a smile on his ghost-like face, but the smile was cold.

Those who watched the excitement also wanted to test the depth of the ghost-faced man, without exception, they were quickly and ruthlessly wiped out on the spot by the other party in a strange way.

Although some people think that he used some special means, they dare not be presumptuous against him.

"You, who are you?" Someone dared to ask the question in his heart.

This barren land is full of ruthless, exiled people, there are no rules here, whoever has a big fist has the right to speak.

So far, there has not been a single waste without aura that has survived here.

Not surprisingly, this ghost-faced man who suddenly appeared should be the first and only one.

Inexplicably, facing his purple eyes, everyone unconsciously had a slight palpitation.

"I, who is it?" The ghost-faced man repeated with some confusion, his head stinging suddenly, and cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Who is he?

He doesn't remember, and as long as he thinks about it, his head hurts and hurts.

There was a sudden warmth in his chest, and he touched the purple-red bead hanging around his neck, and noticed a small character engraved on it.

His intuition told him that this was his name.

So he told everyone indifferently: "My name is Qing." ”

Everyone present remembered his name, and this person named Qing has remained in the barren land since then.

Because he has no aura, there are many people who trouble him every day, but without exception, he was killed in that weird way.

Later, one day, everyone suddenly discovered that he was able to control ice and snow freely.

Only then did they realize that this person named Qing had been able to cultivate, and he was no longer the waste he used to be.

His methods of killing people are cold-blooded and cruel, like a demon who has come out of hell, and the people around him secretly call him Ghost Face, Ghost Qing.

This title reached Qing's ears, and he felt that it was very good and in line with himself, so he used Ghost Qing as his name.

The name of the ghost Qing began to slowly ...... from then on Infiltrate the hearts of everyone in the Holy Spirit Continent.