A flying insect shuttles through the black clouds, like a headless fly, scurrying around, clueless.

Because on its back, there is a group of people fighting, and sometimes the aftermath of the spell will cause it minor damage, making it even more irritable.

You fight and fight, but if you don't learn well at a young age, come to attack, come to attack, come to attack, I'm a hundred-year-old flying demon beast, these young monks, I advise you to rat tail juice.

This is the content of the roar of a flying insect, but unfortunately the monk on its back does not understand, which is really a sad thing.

If it hadn't been tamed by the monks and professionally trained, it would have thrown all these damned creatures on its back and smashed them into a mess of flesh.

Besides, when Song Yu jumped on the back of this flying insect, someone immediately discovered Song Yu's trace.

"Oh no, someone jumped over and killed this kid for me!!"

Although they were surprised how Song Yu found their traces, they did not hesitate, and sacrificed the black and white sticks in their hands one after another, and between the waves, streams of black mist attacked Song Yu, accompanied by the screams of the unjust souls.

The voice was chilling, weeping, resentful and angry, and if the weak-willed heard it, they would collapse on the spot.

Song Yu's face froze.

It seems that this black and white stick is the standard configuration of the disciples of the Shura Palace, and it is not exclusive to Teng Yunhai, so in this way, this Shura Hall is really a mad sect.

For mortals and monks, this is a sect that should not exist.

It's really incomprehensible, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Crazy Sword Sect don't do it, but they collude with such a weird Demon Dao Sect, not just to enter the quota of the Ancient Secret Realm.

This is mostly a cover, and there may be a bigger conspiracy.

"You want to kill me?"

Faced with the overwhelming black fog, Song Yu was instantly enveloped, and he didn't even have time to cast spells. The black mist in the sky was like a giant beast with a bloody mouth open, swallowing him in one gulp, and there was no shadow at all.

Seeing this, those Shura Hall disciples showed a cruel smile on their faces, "No one has ever been able to get out of the Soul Eater Mist alive, and your soul will also be devoured, and you will forever become a member of our Soul Eater Stick." ”

Soul Eater Mist is a very evil spell, and the Soul Eater Stick is the carrier of Soul Eater Mist, if you want to cultivate Soul Eater Mist, you need to capture souls that have not died for more than three days, and in a very cruel way, they can be forcibly refined into resentful souls.

When the number of resentful souls reaches a certain level, a soul-devouring mist will be formed, which is generally impossible for monks of the same realm to resist.

The most cruel thing is that once you become an unjust soul, you will never be able to be reborn, and only "the soul is scattered" will end up, and the soul will be reincarnated.

In the black fog, there was a muffled snort from Song Yu first, and soon there was no sound, as if it was really as they said.

Could it be that Song Yu really died?

"No diamond and no porcelain work, what do you say this kid is jumping over for?

A disdainful smile was drawn on the corner of a disciple of the Shura Temple, which startled him, but he didn't expect it to be thunder and rain, and a false alarm.

In the Soul Devouring Mist here, Song Yu stopped in place and looked around vigilantly.

In front of him, gray resentful spirits appeared, without feet, without hands, and could not see their faces clearly, only a pair of crimson eyes, floating in the air, like lanterns hung in every house for the New Year.

It's just that there are a lot of "lanterns" in front of him, and it looks really a little infiltrating.

Judging from the size of these unjust souls, there are men, women, children, old people, all kinds of unjust souls, roaring, howling, going crazy, they have lost their minds, only hysterical aggression.

It seems that the disciples of the Shura Hall refine the souls of injustice, whether they are women, children, old or young, as long as they are people, they take all the orders and refine them into unjust souls, which is simply inhumane.

"It's a weird spell, it's a little hard to do. Song Yu frowned.

As he spoke, a ghost leaned out from behind Song Yu and unconsciously climbed onto his shoulder, with a pair of scarlet eyes only a dozen centimeters away from him.

Song Yu didn't seem to notice all this, he only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, the scenery in front of him had changed greatly, and he had returned to his childhood when he was awake again.

The little body followed his father and went to Renli County to sell the animal skins that his father hunted.

My father's shoulders were so broad, even though he was carrying hundreds of pounds of animal skins, his shoulders were still straight and not bent at all.

When he was a child, Song Yu admired his father the most, and he felt that his father could pick up a mountain.

After his father sold the animal skins, he took out a penny to buy him a string of sugar gourds.

He held a string of sugar gourds, and ate his mouth full of mountain slag, slightly sour fruits, but there was a taste of happiness when he ate, which was the happiest thing he had when he was a child, and he felt that he was the happiest child in the world.

"Is this true?"

Song Yu looked at the sugar gourd in his hand, a little distracted, this familiar and unfamiliar feeling, like drinking a sip of old wine, rich and mellow, makes people have an endless aftertaste.

Suddenly, he sighed, bit the tip of his tongue violently, and came to his senses, because he knew that these were all illusions, these were all illusions created by those unjust souls, and they wanted to lose him in them.

In fact, he retained a trace of clarity from the beginning, but the scene of his childhood, too warm, too nostalgic, he wanted to see more, even if he knew it was fake.

The reason why I don't watch it now is because I can't watch it anymore.

At this moment, a group of unjust souls had crawled all over Song Yu's body, and above his head, a unjust soul opened its bloody mouth and was about to swallow Song Yu's head in one bite.

"Want to swallow me, see if you can swallow this?"

A fiery red aura erupted from Song Yu's body, burning the souls that wrapped him, and a terrible scream rang out.

"Ah......h

At this time, a more vivid flame came out of Song Yu's left hand, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and there was a "bang" sound, swinging back, and pushing up, a fiery fist rushed in, and it was only in the mouth of the unjust soul above his head.

"Flame Dragon Fist !!"

This is the top spell of the dragon clan that Long Aotian "gifted" to Song Yu, because Song Yu has a trace of true dragon blood, so it didn't take much effort to learn this spell.

This is something that Long Aotian never expected, if he Lao Tzu knew about it, he was afraid that he would hang him up and beat him.

As soon as the Yanlong fist came out, the soul of the unjust soul was scattered in an instant, and I don't know if it was an illusion, Song Yu saw a trace of gratitude in its eyes.

The unjust soul on Song Yu's body was not spared, it was affected by the residual power of the Yanlong Fist, contaminated with flames that could not be extinguished, and his breath was also sluggish, and he looked very seriously injured.

The surviving souls screamed, no one approached Song Yu, and it was not only human instinct, even in the souls.

Song Yu ignored these unjust souls, and instead walked towards the outside of the Soul Devouring Mist.

"Huh, why did the screams of unjust souls come from the Soul Eater Mist, could it be that something happened?" a Shura Hall disciple approached the Soul Eater Mist and said suspiciously.

"It's impossible to ......," another Shura Hall disciple shook his head and said.

Before he finished speaking, a finger that exuded intense vitality stretched out from the Soul Devouring Mist, and in a short time, it hit the chests of the two Shura Hall disciples.

With a "bang", the sound of a heart bursting, a hole exploded in their chests, and blood flowed out, and finally collapsed in a pool of blood, lifeless.

"The heart is black, and there is more than innocent death. ”

Song Yu slowly walked out of the Soul Devouring Mist and wiped the blood on his hands, his vine rejuvenation technique would not only explode other people's chrysanthemums, but also act for the heavens.

The terrifying scene in front of them had already frightened the disciples of the Shura Temple, and they asked in disbelief, "Why are you still alive?"

Song Yu didn't answer, and the vast aura in the dantian rushed towards the group of beasts in front of him.

With the blessing of the vine rejuvenation technique, and the assistance of the Yanlong Fist, he was like a god of war, flowing quickly in the crowd, and every time the spell was cast, a disciple of the Shura Hall would fall.

"Ah......h

"Help me, my chrysanthemum is cracked. ”

"How can I save you? My bladder has exploded. ”

“......”

A desperate mood spread among the disciples of the Shura Palace, but they had no place to escape, so they could only watch Song Yu kill people, and in the end, only a few disciples of the Shura Hall were still alive, and some of them were already scared.

"Do you still want to hide? If you don't make a move, you won't have a chance. ”

Song Yu gasped and said.

"What?"

The surviving disciples of the Shura Hall looked left and right, they were not Song Yu's opponents at all, how could they make a move?

Song Yu didn't answer, but looked away.

In the place where he looked, there were several corpses of the disciples of the Shura Hall piled up together, and they had lost any life, so there was no strange place to see at all.