He's useless enough, but he's not afraid of fighting, and he's not afraid of death.

The monks lying around, the blood-stained ground, and the reflected heaven and earth were all blood-red.

Shen Qing looked at the sky, where the battle was still going on, but now it had become Yan Rong alone who was ravaging the other monks around him.

The world is desolate and barren, and this trip to the void seems to have come to an end.

It is no longer a contest between the Inner Realm of the Void, nor is it a contest between the Void Realm and the Meteorite Realm.

The cruelty and bloodshed of war are coming head-on.

In this war, which seems to be a natural disaster, but it seems to be a man-made disaster, those who have fallen and been buried are no longer the so-called "strong or weak". ”

Shen Qingyi almost couldn't get his feet, and the smell of blood that came to his nose had already overshadowed the original smell of blood-colored monsters.

"Boom!"

Another deafening explosion came to mind, and a blinding light burst out of the sky.

It was a self-detonation, and the aura of the Yuan Spirit's collapse slapped on Shen Qingyi's face.

That desperate anger, extreme sadness, almost suppressed people breathless.

Another high-ranking monk blew himself up......

"The host ......"

Zhu Sheng's voice remembered from the sea of knowledge, and seemed to feel Shen Qingyi's mood at this moment, and Zhu Sheng, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but sigh faintly.

"Master, this is war. The monk tasted it and said, cultivating immortals to become strong, powerful? For self-preservation? ”

"It is true that in a war, a strong monk has a higher chance of surviving, but only a little."

"Look."

The Zhusheng in his hand emitted a cyan glow slightly, and the tip of the pen pointed to a place full of mess.

"There...... The fallen monks not only have Qi training, but also Yuan Infants, and even have out-of-body bodies, or even worse, combined ......"

At this moment, the Zhu Sheng is a little different from the previous Zhu Sheng, at this moment, another shadow seems to have appeared on its body.

Through the contract with Shen Qingyi, Zhu Sheng saw the picture of the empty and broken mirror at this moment.

How is the moment when the empty mirror is similar to what it used to be?

"So, the strong that the world chases...... You say, is it for self-preservation, for survival, or for fighting? For the sake of war, for the fall of more monks......"

"Shen Qing Yi ......"

Different from Zhu Sheng's previous glutinous voice, this time the voice is mature.

Feeling Shen Qingyi's mood swings, Zhu Sheng spoke.

"You don't have to worry, I'm a saint...... Former machine spirit. I was only affected by the breath here, and awakened the last trace of consciousness I had set up in the Holy Body. ”

"When I wake up this time, I will ...... Dissipate completely. ”

He's useless enough, but he's not afraid of fighting, and he's not afraid of death.

The monks lying around, the blood-stained ground, and the reflected heaven and earth were all blood-red.

Shen Qing looked at the sky, where the battle was still going on, but now it had become Yan Rong alone who was ravaging the other monks around him.

The world is desolate and barren, and this trip to the void seems to have come to an end.

It is no longer a contest between the Inner Realm of the Void, nor is it a contest between the Void Realm and the Meteorite Realm.

The cruelty and bloodshed of war are coming head-on.

In this war, which seems to be a natural disaster, but it seems to be a man-made disaster, those who have fallen and been buried are no longer the so-called "strong or weak". ”

Shen Qingyi almost couldn't get his feet, and the smell of blood that came to his nose had already overshadowed the original smell of blood-colored monsters.

"Boom!"

Another deafening explosion came to mind, and a blinding light burst out of the sky.

It was a self-detonation, and the aura of the Yuan Spirit's collapse slapped on Shen Qingyi's face.

That desperate anger, extreme sadness, almost suppressed people breathless.

Another high-ranking monk blew himself up......

"The host ......"

Zhu Sheng's voice remembered from the sea of knowledge, and seemed to feel Shen Qingyi's mood at this moment, and Zhu Sheng, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but sigh faintly.

"Master, this is war. The monk tasted it and said, cultivating immortals to become strong, powerful? For self-preservation? ”

"It is true that in a war, a strong monk has a higher chance of surviving, but only a little."

"Look."

The Zhusheng in his hand emitted a cyan glow slightly, and the tip of the pen pointed to a place full of mess.

"There...... The fallen monks not only have Qi training, but also Yuan Infants, and even have out-of-body bodies, or even worse, combined ......"

At this moment, the Zhu Sheng is a little different from the previous Zhu Sheng, at this moment, another shadow seems to have appeared on its body.

Through the contract with Shen Qingyi, Zhu Sheng saw the picture of the empty and broken mirror at this moment.

How is the moment when the empty mirror is similar to what it used to be?

"So, the strong that the world chases...... You say, is it for self-preservation, for survival, or for fighting? For the sake of war, for the fall of more monks......"

"Shen Qing Yi ......"

Different from Zhu Sheng's previous glutinous voice, this time the voice is mature.

Feeling Shen Qingyi's mood swings, Zhu Sheng spoke.

"You don't have to worry, I'm a saint...... Former machine spirit. I was only affected by the breath here, and awakened the last trace of consciousness I had set up in the Holy Body. ”

"When I wake up this time, I will ...... Dissipate completely. ”

He's useless enough, but he's not afraid of fighting, and he's not afraid of death.

The monks lying around, the blood-stained ground, and the reflected heaven and earth were all blood-red.

Shen Qing looked at the sky, where the battle was still going on, but now it had become Yan Rong alone who was ravaging the other monks around him.

The world is desolate and barren, and this trip to the void seems to have come to an end.

It is no longer a contest between the Inner Realm of the Void, nor is it a contest between the Void Realm and the Meteorite Realm.

The cruelty and bloodshed of war are coming head-on.

In this war, which seems to be a natural disaster, but it seems to be a man-made disaster, those who have fallen and been buried are no longer the so-called "strong or weak". ”

Shen Qingyi almost couldn't get his feet, and the smell of blood that came to his nose had already overshadowed the original smell of blood-colored monsters.

"Boom!"

Another deafening explosion came to mind, and a blinding light burst out of the sky.

It was a self-detonation, and the aura of the Yuan Spirit's collapse slapped on Shen Qingyi's face.

That desperate anger, extreme sadness, almost suppressed people breathless.

Another high-ranking monk blew himself up......

"The host ......"

Zhu Sheng's voice remembered from the sea of knowledge, and seemed to feel Shen Qingyi's mood at this moment, and Zhu Sheng, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but sigh faintly.

"Master, this is war. The monk tasted it and said, cultivating immortals to become strong, powerful? For self-preservation? ”

"It is true that in a war, a strong monk has a higher chance of surviving, but only a little."

"Look."

The Zhusheng in his hand emitted a cyan glow slightly, and the tip of the pen pointed to a place full of mess.

"There...... The fallen monks not only have Qi training, but also Yuan Infants, and even have out-of-body bodies, or even worse, combined ......"

At this moment, the Zhu Sheng is a little different from the previous Zhu Sheng, at this moment, another shadow seems to have appeared on its body.