After half a pillar of incense, another big battle broke out between the old man of the Luohe Wang clan and the ghost torture god.

With a bang, the Ghost Punishment Divine Son blew up the talisman weapon that was rewarded by the sect, and a big pit appeared, and the old man of the Three Realms was pierced by the fragments of the exploded magic weapon through his body, and he was covered in holes, and he didn't come up with blood in one breath, and he passed out directly.

The Demon Torture Divine Son had a calculating or unintentional intention, and finally won the battle at the cost of destroying an arm.

Ignoring Wang Lang's plea for mercy, the Ghost Torture Divine Son dragged his heavy body towards Wang Lang, and crushed Wang Lang's throat with his remaining left arm.

The Thunder Beast let out a wail and was slain by the Devil Torture Divine Son, who then slipped open its stomach and began to devour its flesh and blood, and the blood and gas were discharged from its pores, like steam, condensed into a blood mist, staining the Ghost Torture Divine Son into a bloody man.

Chen Qingshan knew that this was the reaction of his body after he was constantly overdrawn, and the Ghost Torture Divine Son was eating the flesh and blood of the Thunder Beast to control the injury and keep himself sane.

Looking at the half-dead Confucian cultivators of the Three Realms on the ground, as well as the ghost torture god who was like a beast with only a trace of instinct left, Chen Qingshan, a fisherman, knew that it was time to close the net.

Chen Qingshan picked up his sword and walked out of his hiding place.

Hearing the sound, the Ghost Torture Divine Son turned around instantly, his face was still bubbling with blood, and he let out a roar like a beast: "It's you." ”

"It's me." Chen Qingshan didn't talk nonsense, but raised his sword and rushed towards the Ghost Torture Divine Son, and the sword flower in his body rotated rapidly, providing Chen Qingshan with strength, a person who was about to die, why should he talk nonsense with him.

"Roar!" The Devil's eyes were fierce, like a real beast, and he wanted to make a final struggle.

Chen Qingshan's face was expressionless, and he used all his strength to slash out with a sword.

A bright red palm poked out from the Ghost Torture Divine Son, and with the help of Chen Qingshan's sword, the second-order Ghost Cultivator Zhu Demon of the Chaos God Sect came.

Chen Qingshan's sword was very sharp, cutting open the palm of Zhu Demon's cultivation with the secret method of the Ghost Dao, and the blood flowed down, Zhu Demon was indifferent, and even showed a trace of an inexplicable smile.

"A very good sword, not under those divine soldiers of the Hundred Soldiers." Zhu Demon looked at the flowing sword body in his hand and praised.

The Ghost Torture Divine Son was overjoyed, and shouted that Zhu Demon hurriedly killed Chen Qingshan, and then took himself out of here.

"Zhu Demon, you came at the right time, kill him quickly!" Ghost Punishment God Son Dao.

Zhu Demon pushed the sword in his palm, then shook his head, and looked at Chen Qingshan, who was about to invoke the power of the candle: "I can't kill him, and I don't want to kill him." ”

Chen Qingshan and the Ghost Torture Divine Son were both stunned.

"I don't want to kill him, are you trying to apostasy?" The Ghost Torture Divine Son yelled at the Zhu Demon.

Zhu Demon still shook his head, looking at the Ghost Torture Divine Son, and the smile on his face was even worse.

The Devil Torture Divine Son felt a chill in his body, and a red palm pinched his neck, lifting him up like a chicken cub.

The Ghost Torture Divine Son struggled, staring at the Zhu Demon in disbelief, the Zhu Demon made a strong palm of his hand, pinched it, and then threw the corpse of the Ghost Torture Divine Son out with a flick like throwing garbage.

The blood-stained corpse of the Devil Torture Divine Son was like a broken sack, drawing a semicircle in the air and falling to the ground, dead without blinking his eyes.

"I'm just a pawn, how dare I apostate?" Zhu Demon smiled weirdly, saying that he didn't dare to apostapostate, but he did things that were many times more serious than apostasy.

A pawn of the Cult of the Gods of Chaos killed the son of God who was high above.

Chen Qingshan only felt that his mind was confused.

Zhu Demon looked at Chen Qingshan, Chen Qingshan suddenly felt like a great enemy, and now Chen Qingshan really wanted to use the power of the candle and slashed the strange guy in front of him with a sword.

Chen Qingshan only felt that this guy was much more difficult than the Ghost Torture Divine Son, and he didn't know what this guy was going to do, with two big heads and two heads.

Zhu Demon said: "We may not be enemies. ”

Chen Qingshan also felt that this Zhu Demon had no ill will towards him from beginning to end, not only did he have to save himself last night, but in the face of his own attack, he did not have the slightest intention of fighting back.

Finally, Chen Qingshan suppressed the idea of killing the Zhu Demon and asked; "What do you want to do?"

Zhu Demon waved his hand, pointed to the corpse of the Ghost Torture God Son on the ground, and then walked over, turned out a storage ring from his corpse, and threw it to Chen Qingshan.

"Do a win-win thing, that's all."

With the death of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son, the storage ring has no owner, Chen Qingshan saw the treasures in the storage ring at a glance, among which Chen Qingshan cares the most is two bone-like spirit jade, which are sealed with the blood of the ancient gods, Chen Qingshan has seen the ghost punishment of the Divine Son use, just a drop of the blood of the ancient gods, so that the true body of the ghost punishment comes, and directly hangs the mountain monarch at the peak of the Six Realms.

Thinking of the value of these two drops of ancient god blood, Chen Qingshan's breathing became a little shorter, not to mention the storage ring itself and the other artifacts of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son.

Chen Qingshan did not hesitate, left his own mark on the storage ring, and then put the ring on his hand without blushing and heartbeat in front of Zhu You.

What you give for nothing, don't give it for nothing.

Seeing Chen Qingshan's movements, Zhu Demon next to the corpse of the Ghost Torture God Son suddenly relaxed a little, and even gave a thumbs up: "Hey, I thought that sword cultivation was all straight, upright, I didn't expect you kid to be so good." ”

Chen Qingshan stood with his sword in his arms and said, "Don't you need to eat for sword cultivation?" ”

Zhu Demon smiled, waved his hand, and motioned for Chen Qingshan to let go.

Chen Qingshan, who had received the benefits, naturally cooperated, and finished off the old man of the Luohe Wang clan with a sword, and then dragged his body away, rummaging for his corpse on the side, his flying sword, Chen Qingshan was still thinking about it.

Then, from the old man, Chen Qingshan took out the somewhat dim flying sword, accompanied by a book, which was really a sword control method.

Looking at the black qi on the flying sword, which was left by the shadow of ghost punishment, mobilizing the power in the candlelight, Chen Qingshan easily removed the filth on the flying sword, and Chen Qingshan put away the flying sword with great satisfaction.

After Chen Qingshan finished all this, he looked at Zhu Demon, at this time, Zhu Demon was busy with something, carving on the ground, and gradually sketching the appearance of a formation.

Subsequently, Chen Qingshan saw an extremely uncomfortable scene, only to see Zhu Demon open the body of the Ghost Torture Divine Son, take out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and hold them in his hands, hehe smirked, as if he was preparing to complete a long-prepared career.

"Can you be less disgusting." Chen Qingshan didn't mind killing people, but he felt a little uncomfortable for a dead person to do this kind of thing.

Zhu Demon did his own thing and said, "It's good to get used to it, these are all good things, you can look at it." With that, Zhu Demon put down the heart in his hand.

As the heart fell, the five organs of the Demon Torture Divine Son were placed in the five directions of the formation.

The formation lit up, the five organs were sacrificed, and five pillars of red light lit up from the five directions, as if something was coming.

"Who called me!?" A majestic voice sounded, and I saw a tall man wearing an imperial crown appear from the formation, this person Chen Qingshan was very familiar with, it was the ancient gods and ghosts.

"Huh?" Before the ghost punishment could react.

Zhu Demon's eyes lit up, and he directly threw out a golden rope to restrain the ghost punishment, and then rushed forward.

In Chen Qingshan's incredulous gaze, Zhu Demon bit the shoulder of the ghost punishment.

Zhu Demon directly summoned the origin of ghost punishment and ate it in front of Chen Qingshan.

The formation was extinguished, Chen Qingshan's face was dull, looking at the center of the formation, the Zhu Demon who was burping, once again refreshed his cognition of the Zhu Demon, and then, a feeling of admiration rose from Chen Qingshan's mind, this guy, he played really big.

Zhu Demon was in a good mood, touched his stomach with satisfaction, and said: "Hehe, boy, I haven't seen a ghost cultivator like Uncle Ben, ghosts devour the world, have you heard of it?" ”

Zhu Demon wanted to say something, but another burp interrupted him.

The wind rose for no reason, and then there was the sound of soul summoning, and Zhu Demon's stomach was rapidly becoming deflated, as if the ghost punishment origin in his abdomen was being quickly digested by it.

A white-clothed figure slowly emerged from behind the Zhu Demon, wearing a high hat, holding a mourning stick, and a bright red long tongue hanging down to his chest, and the breath on his body was the breath of an ancient god.

Zhu Demon swallowed a source of ghost punishment and condensed his ghost path cultivation into this newborn ancient god.

Ancient Gods: Impermanence manifests.