"Won't they turn into monsters?" Song Qingwen asked, pointing to the firefighters outside who had turned into charcoal, but were still standing on the street, even maintaining their original running posture.

Red-haired Tom said: "They were so close to the explosion that everything was burned clean, and it was already very unexpected that such a shell could be left." It's impossible to become a monster anymore. ”

"And, with them, those monsters that haunt the night will walk around more or less. ”

Song Qingwen said: "Could it be that there is any difference between them?"

Red-haired Tom said, "Who knows?"

Night shrouded.

The sky was completely dark.

Terrible radiation, under the tornado of the wind, continued to sweep over the land that had long been unbearable to whip.

Everything in the ruins can only tremble under the power of heaven and earth.

Song Qingwen looked at the red-haired Tom who had fallen asleep with a gun, and pulled his index finger out from under the other party's neck.

Then he snatched the shotgun from Tom's hand, took all the bullets, pulled out the dagger and hunting knife hidden in the opponent's body, hung them on himself, and then walked out of the fire truck alone.

Walking in front of the scorched remains of those firefighters, Song Qingwen touched them with his hand.

Who knows, a charred corpse immediately scattered and turned into black ashes on the ground.

Immediately afterward, more charred corpses began to 'collapse'.

Wow!

In the darkness of the night, some strange voices came.

A black shadow suddenly crashed towards Song Qingwen.

Song Qingwen did not hesitate, although he used it for the first time, he was extremely skilled in pulling the trigger.

Bang!

A monster with a human-headed dog body and scales all over his body was knocked down in a pool of blood, his crazy eyes were still staring at Song Qingwen, fierce and brutal, without any reason.

Bang! Bang!

Song Qingwen fired seven shots in a row.

Gun hits, each shot takes the life of a monster.

At the same time, Song Qingwen also saw two monsters that looked like big cats, but with human faces twisted on their bodies, broke into the fire truck and dragged the unconscious red-haired Tom out.

Song Qingwen used his strength under his feet, pulled out the dogleg knife found from the red-haired Tom, and threw the dogleg knife in his hand violently.

I saw a bright sword light, and with a precise whirl in mid-air, it cut off the two cat's heads, and then returned to Song Qingwen's hands.

Turning around, Song Qingwen pulled the trigger again and killed a monster like a strange monkey.

The magazine was temporarily empty, and Song Qingwen held the knife in one hand, looking around vigilantly, while thinking about the way out.

If he could use his own cultivation wantonly, then these little monsters that he couldn't look down on at all would be easily cleared with just one or two small spells.

But whenever he wanted to mention his cultivation and break through the seal, there were already some times when the narration that had not appeared would resurface, reminding him whether to opt out or not.

The footwork is light and the knife light is swift.

Even if there is no transcendent power, even if there is no true qi and mana.

Song Qingwen is still an elder of the Demon Sect, and he is still a headshot demon lord who has made many righteous monks gnash their teeth, but he is terrified.

Ke Xiaoliang, who watched this scene from God's perspective, felt that he had gained something, but also felt a headache.

This 'Tomb of the Gods' worldview is only set here by Ke Xiaoliang for the time being.

So far, the magic value he has harvested has greatly recovered the cost, and on the basis of investment, it has doubled several times.

According to the original plan, at this time, the disciples of the Demon Sect who entered the 'other world' were forced to use cultivation, or be killed by monsters and withdraw from the world due to external pressure.

Others had trouble with what they had done, but there were generally no mistakes.

Only Song Qingwen... Obviously it was just a child's body, and he obviously didn't have any cultivation, only basic sword skills, body skills, and battle experience, but in a short period of time, with the weapons in his hand, he killed dozens of monsters created by Ke Xiaoliang.

"What kind of monster is this?" Ke Xiaoliang was in pain.

Although the soulless life created in the Huzhong Realm can be recycled.

But there is still a price difference between the living and the dead.

If you recycle it alive, you can recover as much magic value as you make.

If you die... Then the value will be halved.

It is equivalent to Ke Xiaoliang losing money.

Can this be endured?

However, it cannot be said that there are only disadvantages and no benefits.

At this time, Song Qingwen was forced to show basic knife skills, which was a kind of guidance in disguise for Ke Xiaoliang, who had practiced knife skills for a period of time.

It is not a common opportunity to have a sword master like Song Qingwen personally demonstrate knife moves.

From this point of view, the demonic values that Ke Xiaoliang lost are also worth it.

After watching it for about ten minutes, seeing that Song Qingwen was still within a square inch, moving a short distance, often just a withdrawal, he followed the arc of the knife and cut the key points of those monsters that pounced, Ke Xiaoliang couldn't help but get anxious again.

"Coming and going are just these few tricks, he is deliberately saving energy, and at the same time giving his current body enough time to recover. In the most effortless way, kill the monsters that pounce on you from all directions... His sword skills have reached a level of weightlifting. It takes not only skills, but also long-term training and experience, and I will not gain more if I continue to look at it. But if he really delays it until dawn, it will be difficult for me. Thinking of this, Ke Xiaoliang directly activated the 'corpse' crucified in the church with 5,000 magic points.

Crows flew on the eaves of the church.

The activated monster sprouted broken gray wings from its back, piercing the sky.

Song Qingwen slashed the throats of the two little monsters with a knife.

He suddenly stopped his steps, and his eyes shrank as he looked at the figure falling from the sky.

Rumble!

The powerful mana and true qi were released on Song Qingwen's body without hesitation.

The body that bound him and the seal were torn apart in the same instant.

And the fallen priest who was regarded by Ke Xiaoliang as the boss of the first act was broken into two pieces by Song Qingwen with his powerful mana in just an instant.

Quickly kicked Song Qingwen out of the 'world'.

Ke Xiaoliang looked at the boss who had been wiped out, and his heart ached and he couldn't breathe.

Song Qingwen's blow didn't even leave him with scum.

The remnants of the terrifying mana directly incinerated the broken body of the fallen priest.

In order to force Song Qingwen back, Ke Xiaoliang lost 5,000 magic points again... ！

On the other side, Song Qingwen woke up in a pool of blood built full of blood jade, and a spiritual light from his eyebrows was released, which turned out to be the model of the shotgun he had used.

At this time, the shotgun model was constantly disassembled in the aura, restored to every small part, and constantly reorganized under the control of Song Qingwen's consciousness... Or even change.

"Sure enough, it's true! There really is such a mortal weapon, its power is enough to hurt some low-level cultivators who have cultivated qi one or two. So, the nuclear bomb... Could it be true?" Song Qingwen calmed down, and when he looked up, he saw the Jiao Soul incense on the incense burner on the side.

A piece of Jiao soul incense can burn for a day and a night.

The function of Jiao Soul Incense is to calm the mind and calm the soul, and it is also beneficial to the practice of demonic skills.

However, under Song Qingwen's precise induction, he was shocked to realize that the Jiao Soul Incense had only burned less than one-tenth.

And he clearly remembered that he had been in that other world for at least nearly a day.