"All the people?

The moment he heard the voice, Ye Qing only felt that his scalp was numb, his hairs stood on end, and he didn't think about it, he turned around and punched, all in one go.

"Cloud Steaming Osawa Style"

The moment he punched, Ye Qing shouted a fog demon in his heart, and the immeasurable demonic qi exploded, and a giant palm of the Buddha seal condensed by demonic qi fell from the sky.

"Whew"

It's just that the next moment, the Buddha seal transformed by the strength of the fist and the demonic qi in the sky converged uncontrollably and collapsed.

And the source of convergence is one person, one mouth.

I saw that the man opened his mouth and inhaled, and the strength and demonic energy that had collapsed in the sky entered his abdomen.

Not only that, but even the rich demonic qi escaping from the surroundings was sucked into his mouth, and a brief vacuum appeared around him.

At this time, Ye Qing also saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.

It was a sloppy old man, with white hair, a furrowed face, and an old man, who looked not much different from an old man who was about to die.

But the old man had a pair of empty eye sockets, one of his eyes seemed to have been ripped off by something, only empty eye sockets remained, and there were still two lines of blood and tears left in the corners of his eyes, full of madness and wantonness, and the breath on his body was evil and distorted, and the demonic aura was permeated.

What's even more chilling is that the old man is holding a blood-stained hemp rope in his hand, as if lifting tofu.

There were a string of men and monsters tied to the hemp rope, no less than twenty or thirty.

Man is a living person;

Weird, it's a living weird;

Of those people, the weakest ones were all in the Refining Gang Realm, and the strongest ones even reached the half-step Tongxuan.

Those weird monsters are not weak, ranging from resentment to impermanence.

Even, Ye Qing saw a few familiar monsters among those monsters, such as the coffin bearer.

It's just that at this time, those people and weird people have shrunk dozens of times, one by one, like dolls, their eyes are dull, and they are strung into a long string by ropes, and they are carried in the hands of the old man, swaying.

In an instant, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from Ye Qing's forehead, and his back was soaked with cold sweat, so he turned his head and ran.

Wouldn't it be funny if you don't run at this time?

But as soon as he moved, a blood-stained hemp rope suddenly wrapped around his neck.

The blood-stained hemp rope looked ordinary, but neither Ye Qing nor the Mist Demon found out when the hemp rope appeared on his neck, and the qi on his body was like paper paste, and it was strangled by the hemp rope.

The next moment, the hemp rope contracted, and Ye Qing only felt that his spiritual sense was dim, his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness.

......

"Whew...... Where is this?"

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qing opened his eyes and found himself in a strange environment.

Where he was, it seemed to be a battlefield, full of ruins and broken walls, broken soldiers, piles of bones, bloodstains, and wolf smoke.

In front of him, there is a magnificent, mighty river, across the world, through the rivers and mountains.

He was dressed in black armor and held a long ge, like a soldier.

It was just that, but to his horror, there seemed to be a mysterious force around him that imprisoned him, making him unable to move.

"Woo ......"

At this moment, a desolate and distant horn sounded, the horn sounded, the cold wind was fierce, blowing away the fog, blowing away the blood, but blowing the cold light, blowing Jin Ge iron armor, wolf smoke slaughter.

On his left and right, there were soldiers who were also wearing armor and holding long ge, dressed and dressed like him.

And those soldiers, he had also seen, some of them were the ones who had been strung on hemp rope by the mysterious old man earlier.

Some he hadn't seen before, but there was no doubt that they should all be Jianghu people who were captured by the mysterious old man.

The realm of those soldiers is not much different from him, they are all around the late stage of refining.

All of them stood in a row, each of them separated from each other by a distance of several zhang, the distance was equal, like a military formation, but not like a military formation, strange and inexplicable.

Behind them, they were still shrouded in mist, and some behemoths could be faintly seen, standing between heaven and earth.

"What the hell is going on? Where is this?"

Ye Qing frowned, just when he didn't know why, there was a sudden roar in the air, the air was shattered, and a giant bird fell from the sky, let out a long howl, and pounced on a soldier next to him.

"Cannon Bird ......"

The giant bird was huge, its wings covered the sky, and its whole body was blood-red, but its beak was different from that of ordinary birds, its beak was extremely thick, cylindrical, and hollow in the middle, which could suck air into the beak and then spit out at great speed, attacking others.

Because its attack method is like the demon cannon made by the Imperial Weapon Supervisor, and the beak of the bird is like a cannon barrel, it is called a cannon bird.

The breath of the cannon bird was extremely powerful, and before it landed, it opened its mouth and inhaled it, and the wind was fierce, just like in its beak.

"Boom ......"

The next moment, a condensed cloud of air erupted from the cannon bird's beak and spewed at the soldier.

At this time, the soldier also seemed to be able to move, holding a long ge, and slashed at the air cannonball.

With a roar, Changge broke, and the soldier was directly crushed by the air, and flesh and blood were splashed.

After the soldier died, the cannon bird fell from the sky, landed where the soldier had been, and roared to the sky.

At the same time, the aura of the cannon bird slowly began to weaken, and finally turned into a soul hook, although it was also strong, but it was not as outrageous as just now.

Ye Qing was extremely nervous at this time, for fear that the cannon bird would also give him an air bomb.

But slowly, he found that after the cannon bird took the soldier's place, it seemed to be imprisoned by some mysterious force, unable to move at will.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a huge stone pillar fell from the sky, and the earth cracked, trampling the cannon bird into flesh.

"Kizujin ......"

At this time, Ye Qing saw clearly that it was not a stone pillar that stepped on the dead cannon bird at all, but a hoof, and the owner of the hoof was an extraordinary black horse.

The black horse had two horns on its head, its whole body was dark, without a trace of variegation, and it was surrounded by dark black demonic fire, which was raging, and the scorching void was a little distorted.

"Hellhorse?"

Ye Qing was taken aback, the one who stepped on the dead cannon bird was actually a flame prison horse, this is an extremely rare monster, often born in the shadowy land of heaven and earth.

After the Flame Prison Horse stepped on the dead cannon bird, it snorted, and the aura on its body gradually weakened, only reaching the level of soul hooking.

It stands to reason that if one soul hook wants to kill another soul hook monster, it's not impossible, but it will never be so easy to stomp the other party to death.

Obviously, there is some kind of mysterious power that directly enhances the strength of the Flame Prison Horse.

"Kill ......"

Just when Ye Qing didn't know why, a soldier wearing red armor with a long knife in hand descended from the sky and killed him.

At this time, Ye Qing also felt that he could move, and Changge swept in his hand, blocking a knife cut by the other party, the knives intersected, Ye Qing took a step back, and a big pit was stepped out of the ground, and the red-armored soldier was swept away by him.

"Washing the Divine Realm?

In his feelings, there is no doubt that the other party is washing the god realm, but that power is as if it does not belong to him, and the other party is not in control at all, but just brutally vented out.

This power, if it is only against the ordinary Refining Gang Realm, is definitely enough, but against Shang Ye Qing, it is much worse.

Not to mention a half-hung person like this, even if it is a real God Washing Realm, it may not be able to deal with him.

"Die!"

While Ye Qing was thinking, the soldier rushed forward again, his expression hideous and full of evil spirit.

Ye Qing could clearly feel that the other party had retained his senses, but he didn't understand why the other party insisted on killing him?

Seeing that the other party was coming, Ye Qing inserted the Chang Ge in his hand on the ground, his figure flickered, and he suddenly approached, and when the long knife in the opponent's hand just fell halfway, his right arm slashed down vertically, like a battle axe, slashing on the handle of the long knife.

The power of the five dragon elephants erupted, and in the "click" sound, the iron handle was broken into two, and Ye Qing's arm pressed down and smashed on the opponent's chest.

"Poof"

The soldier's armor was shattered, his chest collapsed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and flew upside down, his face pale.

Feeling invincible, the soldier turned around and fled, but as soon as he took a step, in Ye Qing's frightened eyes, the soldier's body twisted and shattered little by little, with a painful and hideous look on his face, and screams again and again.

The screaming continued for dozens of breaths before it stopped, and the soldier had already turned into a puddle of mud and had lost his breath.

Ye Qing hadn't recovered from the shock yet, a mysterious power enveloped him, and his whole person involuntarily rushed forward, and the mighty river in front of him crossed like flat ground under his feet.

As he sprinted forward, the strength in his body continued to rise, and his realm was raised to a level, reaching the late stage of the God Cleansing.

At the same time, a soldier in red armor appeared in front of him.

Apparently, his target was the soldier.

The two had no grievances, and he didn't want to kill each other, but as soon as this thought arose, a huge terror surged into his heart, as if he didn't kill each other, or if he dared to retreat and run away at will, he would die.

Moreover, there is no place to bury the dead.

"No wonder that soldier wanted to kill him? Ye Qing's heart was suddenly shocked.

As a last resort, Ye Qing could only punch and kill the other party.

And the other party had also set up a position at this time, and the two quickly fought together.

That person's strength is not weak, and he is also considered a leader in the Refining Gang Realm, if he was placed before, he would have to deal with the other party with a lot of effort, but now he has the power to wash the God Realm, coupled with his own strength, his strength is several times stronger, and he can deal with the other party in a few moves.

He didn't kill the other man, he just defeated the other party and imprisoned him, but after he imprisoned the other party, the man's body twisted like the previous soldier, and finally exploded into crumbs.

"Xiaofeng, why are you listless today, are you bored?" said two people sitting opposite each other in an ancient pavilion, and one of the old men with empty eyes and no eyeballs spoke.

Between the two, there is a chessboard.

The mountains on the chessboard are undulating, the rivers are vertical and horizontal, as if a small world, and in the small world, the red and black chess pieces are intertwined, fierce and abnormal.

But the strange thing is that the chess pieces on the chessboard are not round wooden chess pieces, but living people and monsters.

pawns are human beings;

The chariots and horses are also weird;

Men are like demons;

will be handsome like a fairy god;

Heaven and earth, mountains and rivers are used as chessboards, and human beings are monsters as chess pieces;

Who dares to do it?

Who dares to go down?

"Isn't it boring?" Opposite the old man, an evil-looking man propped his elbows on the table, supported his chin with his palms, tilted his body, and said lazily: "Chess demon, tell me, how many years have I played chess with you, to say the least, there are one or two hundred years, right?"

"Every time I win you, there is no accident, can it not be boring?"

"Alas, you're still called a chess demon, this level, tsk, it's really hard to say!"