Wataru's eyes widened in the distance.

What a rich bloody aura!

Shen Qingyi looked at the group of Saint King Hall monks who were close together, closed his eyes slightly, and exhaled.

"Dust-free!"

When he looked up again, his eyes turned blood-red.

"With my will, open the domain of killing!"

The wind around was twilight.

"Click, click!"

The wind at the mouth of the black wind had already meant to gradually stop, but at this moment, it suddenly rioted again.

The power of the blood evil has attracted the soul power and yin qi here.

Coupled with the heavy yin qi of Yin Mountain, it made the surrounding blood power a little stronger.

With the mouth of the black wind as the center, the wind rolled up, and the trees in the Yin Mountain swayed, making a strange sound of squeaking, and at this moment in the cloudy Yin Mountain, there were some monsters that looked like teeth and claws.

After the first bone hand appeared, the second bone hand appeared again, and then more and more of it.

The empty disk in the space also had to cheer up the spirit of twelve points, and it began!

The small realm of fallen gods is no more than other places, and the rules of the gods here are dominant.

If Shen Qingyi wants to let go of the rules of the Fallen Demon Abyss in the Fallen God Small Realm, he must have a medium!

And these mediums can be formations or bloody demonic qi!

From the moment Shen Qing entered the small realm of fallen gods, as she said, they were destined to avoid a bloody battle.

And the best way to open up this road is to preach the Yuanying Dao! The sermon is merciless, the sermon kills!

Although this plan was discussed by him and Shen Qingyi a long time ago, now Shen Qingyi has also mastered some of the fur of the fusion of Confucianism and Taoism and Ruthless Dao, which is much better than expected at the beginning.

But Pankong still couldn't help but worry, how could the ruthless killing road be so easy to open......

This bloody road is destined to be full of blood, full of killing, full of depression and despair......

If you have time, let Shen Qing grow up again and again, make her state of mind cultivation a little stronger, and let her have more choices......

Pankong sighed, Now he can only do his best to assist Shen Qingyi, so that he can keep his sobriety on this bloody path, so that he will not be blinded by blood, and finally become like those countless monks who have failed to preach, reduced to a walking corpse with no thoughts and feelings and only knows how to kill!

The increasingly dense blood power around him was almost about to condense into substance, and with the blessing of Yin Mountain and the mouth of the black wind, it became even more terrifying.

The pupils of the onlookers constricted.

The monks of the Immortal League felt the air flow in the air that was not quite right, and then looked at the clouds that were gathering more and more in the sky, and finally their eyes fell on the center of the battle that was obscured by the flying sand and rocks.

There is a lot of energy that is spreading at the moment...... Not spiritual power!

"Retreat!"

"Click, click!"

The shaking of the ground made some of the retreating monks look at it.

Under the dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground, they unconsciously revealed countless white bones and shining claws.

Yu Yan, who was rapidly advancing towards Yin Mountain, finally walked into the Yin Mountain area with a group of Yu family disciples.

It's just that the moment he entered Yin Mountain, the aura around him was wrong, so Yu Yan raised his hand violently, and the Yu family disciples who followed him stopped one after another.

"Your Excellency?"

Yu Yan let go of his divine sense, the basic common sense of Yin Mountain, he naturally knew that he had also led some Yu family disciples into Yin Mountain.

He knew all about the miasma and poisonous gas of Yin Mountain, the influence of the monk's divine consciousness, as well as the cold environment here and the gathering of poisons.

But at this moment, something is wrong with Yinshan!

The fallen leaves on the ground were still the same, a thick layer, damp and smelling of decay.

All the disciples of the Yu family had already swallowed the special detoxification pill before entering Yin Mountain.

Yu Yan's divine consciousness opened his eyes abruptly after feeling it carefully.

As a demon cultivator, he is naturally more sensitive to the feeling of some breaths, coupled with the power of blood.

And the surrounding air is filled with a strong smell of blood!

and the terrifying power of blood!

"Quick! Full speed ahead towards the mouth of the black wind! ”

Even though Yu Yan believed in Shen Qingyi's strength, he couldn't resist the fact that there were many monks in the Holy King Hall in this small realm of fallen gods.

Moreover, the inaction of some Immortal Alliance monks and the fall of the well, it is difficult to guarantee that Shen Qingyi will not capsize in the gutter.

He didn't want a good seedling that the Yu family had managed to find to die on the way!

Mu Zizheng gritted his teeth and slapped it at the position where the wind came just now.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

Blood splattered on his face, and it was obvious that the full force of the high level of the Yuan Infant he had just delivered fell on the monk, but before he could be happy, his eyes were fixed on the monk who was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Guzi!"

Watching Gu Zi slowly fall and reveal the figure of the monk behind him, Mu Zizheng's eyes were bloody.

His entire team, in just half an hour, lost most of it!

Now the remaining half is still wounded, crippled.

All of this is thanks to Shen Qing's family!

And this man is now letting him kill his good brother with his own hands!

"Shen Qingyi! I'll kill you! ”

They're running out of ideas!

It was only half an hour, and the waiting rescue did not wait for a long time......

Mu Zizheng couldn't take care of the deep fear in his heart, and all turned into anger at this moment.

Looking at Mu Zizheng, who rushed towards Shen Qingyi, several followers around couldn't help but change their faces, and they also rushed over.

Shen Qing's eyes were full of murderous intent, and blood was dripping from the dustless tip.

In the surrounding air, the power of the Burning Blood Force of the Holy King's Hall was removed, and only bloody slaughter remained.

A mid-infancy monk struck first and stabbed at Shen Qingyi's vest.

The dagger glows with blue light, indicating that the edge of the dagger is impregnated with poison.

The coolness hit, and Shen Qing punched him with a backhand.

The fist landed on the ribs of the mid-infant monk, and suddenly a crisp clicking sound was heard, and at the same time, his body twisted, dodging the dagger.

The moment the figure of the mid-Yuan Infant cultivator flew out upside down, a mysterious ice flame spread out from Shen Qingyi's feet.

Step by step, the flames came out, the flames were cold, and at the moment when they wrapped around the monk, there were heart-rending screams.

Shen Qingyi showed no mercy, and with a sword out, the dustless holy sword went straight through the monk's chest.

He drew the dustless sword neatly, and the blood it brought out formed a crescent moon in the air, and the broadsword turned again in the air, colliding with a monk rushing in front of him again.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered from mid-air, splattered on the charred ground, covered in dust.

However, the blood dripping from the dead leaves was a little dazzling in the dark forest, especially under the support of the white bones.

The screams continued.

Shen Qingyi's dustless sword had already fallen towards Mu Zizheng.

With a broadsword wrapped in killing intent, he directly cut off the arms of the monks who wanted to stop the broadsword.

(End of chapter)