Thousands of Zhao troops broke through the city gates and poured into the Absolute Heaven Pass.

As soon as he entered, the tragic scene in Guanzhong was impressive, and the smell of blood pierced the tip of his nose.

Even if it's not the first time I've seen it, I'm all pale, and some can't help but bend over and vomit.

But he didn't dare to slack off, didn't go to see the monsters hunting for food, and didn't search for the remnants of Pakistan, and quickly rectified according to the previous order, and separated the soldiers and horses to grasp the key points in Guanzhong.

Except for the old man in the white robe at the lead, who rode a one-winged white tiger with striped stripes, the last few were all riding saddle horses, and they did not enter slowly until the end.

In their opinion, this level has been won, and when the monsters are full of food and drink, they will naturally go underground, and then they will go to clean up the battlefield.

They don't want to touch those monsters who don't distinguish between friend and foe, and only know how to kill bloodthirsty monsters.

As for the last two levels, the blood rain has been sprinkled all over the radius, and now it may be even more chaotic than here.

It's better to take a little rest, wait for the end of the matter over there and then move, and then directly attack the city of Nan'an and attack it with the other three sides.

Coupled with the help of monsters, it's just a matter of using some foot strength to make a show.

The old man looked at the chaos here, caressed his white beard with compassion on his face, and sighed from time to time.

"People in the world are often sinking into a sea of misery, and if they can understand that it is good to be liberated as soon as possible, it is really not our fault......

A big man next to him cast an envious gaze all the way and landed on the white tiger under the old man.

Hearing the old man's words, he was disdainful in his heart, but his face showed respect and emotion.

"Wang Dao Chang is merciful, but how can these fools know that the Lan Kingdom has signed an agreement with His Majesty, and everything is already doomed!"

The old man shook his head, even more compassionate, and silently recited the mantra of the past in his mouth.

However, the soul is devoured by the blood demon, so what's the use of reciting the death spell?

The big man rolled his eyes, and said, "Then Zhao Ruoling is doing some illusions every day, and she can't get rid of the big things recently, isn't she aware of something and has a different heart......"

The old man's eyes widened, and he scolded:

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Suddenly, the white tiger hair under the old man's crotch was stretched, and he roared again and again, and the tiger's eyes were staring left and right.

Seems to be extremely nervous looking for something.

Hearing the white tiger roar, the old man sighed lightly, shook his head a few times, and squinted his eyes to the left.

The big man was reprimanded, and he didn't dare to attack because he was angry, but when he saw the old man's movements, he also subconsciously looked in that direction.

At the same time as the side wall of a house shattered, two shadows shot out of it, and they rolled to the ground for a long distance before stopping.

"Blood Demon Skull!"

After the big man saw those two things clearly, he blurted out slightly.

Then a unicorn leaped out of the shattered sidewall and pounced on the other Bloodfiend.

There was also a man dressed in black and holding a strange black sword.

As soon as the man's sword fell, he no longer looked at the blood demon, and ran to the other with the reins.

In a few breaths, he killed several Blood Demons.

"It's him!"

The big man's scalp stiffened, and he was even more shocked when he thought that day when this person killed more than 100 people.

He looked at the old man who was always calm.

Thinking about it, no matter how strong the demon path is, it will definitely not be able to compare to this old king, after all, he has also seen this long magic power with his own eyes.

The tense body is slightly relaxed.

Lao Dao held the goatee, always squinting at where Qing Han was.

At this time, hearing the big man scream, the old Taoist thought clearly, and said slowly: "This is the person you are talking about, the spiritual power in the body is chaotic, not to mention the cold, and there is a fishy smell." ”

"Don't underestimate this person, the evil nature is still very strong. ”

Lao Dao opened his mouth and spat out a white gas, and the crystal light in his hand immediately flickered, and a ball of light appeared.

If you look closely, it is a small sword that has shrunk countless times!

The big man was even more respectful, and even became excited, his face was ruddy and his body trembled.

Since he was transferred to the command of Lao Dao Wang Qing, he has seen this scene several times, and every time the treasure that Lao Dao took out was different.

The last time he took out a small flag, he summoned dozens of ghosts, and the hundred ghosts whimpered and took down the cliffless pass that was difficult to conquer for a while.

From then on, in his eyes, this old way was like a god!

"Old man Shang Qingzi has killed fewer evil cultivators, not to mention this junior who can't even enter the door for qi training!"

Lao Dao laughed, spit out the spiritual power of his hand, and pinched the sword technique, the fog around this small sword was shrouded, trembling violently, and the buzzing continued.

"Go to ......"

The light cluster in his palm flickered twice, and suddenly he opened his palm, and then disappeared strangely.

When it reappeared, it swelled and became larger, turning into a three-foot-long blue sword, which slashed straight towards Qinghan.

Qing Han had already discovered the old man, and although he had been fighting with the blood demon, his attention had been on the old man.

This old man's spiritual power is not weak, so Qing Han has not used all his strength, and has always retained his spiritual power to prevent the old man from suddenly attacking.

"It's better to send it to the door yourself, devouring you alone is enough to withstand the power of hundreds of blood demons!"

Qing Han's eyes were cold, and he shaved off the head of the blood demon in front of him, and turned back suddenly.

A large amount of spiritual power poured into the extreme evil, and towards the blue light that slashed quickly, he fiercely picked out a dark sword light that was enough to cut off the flow of the waterfall.

"Boom!~"

The two sword lights collided, and the dark sword light exploded, shattering at once, and the dust and gravel rolled up in all directions.

The aftermath toppled several houses, and several of the surrounding blood demons couldn't bear it, and their bodies exploded in a roar.

The purple sword was shaken open by the explosion and clanged to the ground, with a crack on its surface.

The thousands of Zhao soldiers were startled by this sudden loud noise, and they looked at each other in shock, but they didn't dare to go to help, they all looked at their noses and noses, and their hearts were bitter and panicked.

They have cultivators in the Zhao Kingdom, and naturally there are many legends, which is clearly a fight between the gods, whoever is stupid will go up, and whoever will die.

Qing Han was also hit by the aftermath, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and took ten steps back to stand firm, the cold light in his eyes flickering.

He was a little negligent, but he didn't expect that a mere foundation building monk would have such a powerful flying sword.

"You dare to hurt my flying sword!"

Wang Qing saw that the flying sword was cut out of a crack, and he yelled and looked extremely distressed, and hurriedly stretched out his sword finger to hook in the air, and the purple long sword suddenly trembled and flickered.

He must not be allowed to continue slashing with this sword!

Qing Han's eyes flashed, and there were words in his mouth, and he fell down in one step and crossed the distance of Zhangba, grabbing the purple flying sword.

The sword kept struggling in Qing Han's hand, and several wounds were cut out of his hand, and blood dripped from his fingers.

"I can't do it myself! a little evil cultivator dares to snatch the old man's magic weapon!"

Wang Qing didn't have the kind eyebrows and kind eyes he had before, and his face was red at this time, because the flying sword was caught by Qing Han and couldn't be recovered.

This is tantamount to being slapped in the face by this junior, he is a foundation building monk who was actually broken by a little doll in the Qi cultivation realm!

At this time, seeing Qing Han's behavior, he was even more angry and laughed.

Wang Qing wiped the cloth bag hanging from his waist, and a small black flag appeared in his hand.

Two fingers into a sword at the small flag fiercely, the small flag suddenly became larger and floated in the air, dozens of strange faces appeared on the surface, and gusts of wind rose for no reason.

These strange faces kept squirming and screaming, and Wang Qing immediately looked at Qing Han with an eerie smile.

"That junior, the taste of a hundred ghosts devouring bodies is not something that anyone can taste!"

Then, with a wave of their sleeves, these strange faces immediately stretched and twisted, and they actually gave birth to limbs and struggled out of the black flag.

Hovering in the air, the blood-red copper bells widened, and the hundred ghosts whimpered with the yin wind, flying towards Qinghan.

Qing Han's eyes lit up, he picked up the purple flying sword and swallowed it in one gulp, and there was a tearing pain in his abdomen, but his face still did not change.

"Take the souls of the living, fuse them alive and refine them into resentful ghosts, and you will kill at least a thousand mortals. ”

A trace of red stained from the corner of Wang Qing's mouth, covering his chest and glaring angrily, but there was a shocking wave in his heart.

He watched as the flying sword was swallowed, and the connection with his divine consciousness was broken!

This is an impossible thing, and if the magic weapon is not branded with divine consciousness, it is impossible to be accepted by the cultivator to know the sea.

What's more, this person's cultivation is low, and his spiritual power is mixed, and he can see through it at a glance, and it is impossible to erase his divine sense imprint.

What kind of cultivation is this person!

There are not many people who know the method of sacrificing mortal souls to refine resentful souls, and this person is very clear.

You must know that the country of Pakistan has almost been destroyed, and even the method of cultivation has almost been broken.

Even if there are only a few monks left, they should be low-level in strength and learn some of the skills of monks, and they can't get on the stage, how can such a character appear.

Wang Qingmu looked at Qing Han, who was about to be torn apart by a group of ghosts, this person's face still did not change until now, and the corners of his mouth even set off a sarcastic meaning.

"There is still a lack of strength in the fighting method, as for this resentful ghost......

Wang Qing thumped in his chest at the moment, and had a bad premonition in his heart, standing there in shock.

Qing Leng smiled again and again, and his body shook and turned into a thick black mist.

The ghosts were all stunned, stopped their flying bodies, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying, and immediately screamed and turned around to flee.

The black mist tumbled and turned into a giant whirlpool mouth, sucking at the dozens of resentful ghosts.

The suck didn't seem to have much effect on the surroundings, but the ghosts who wanted to flee couldn't stop rolling back into their mouths.

Wang Qing's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly made a spell, and a spear with a flashing blue light appeared in his hand.

Lifting it up and throwing it towards the black mist, the blue lightning of the spear body flashed brightly, and there was a faint thunderous sound hidden in it.

As a result, there was no sound when it was thrown in, and the connection with it was cut off, just like before.

The trick changed for a while, and then condensed a large fireball towards the black mist, which also dissipated as soon as it entered, and did not even see a spark.

Wang Qing was stunned, even if he lived for more than two hundred years, he could be said to be well-informed in the cultivation realm, but he had never seen this kind of weirdness.

His mind turned sharply, and he was shocked that there was nothing he could do, so he took away the black flag and shook his body, and turned into a white light with the white tiger and hurriedly fled.

His heart was bitter and angry.

"The old man was forced by a junior to have nothing to do, and the magic weapon was lost and fled for his life......"

Dozens of resentful ghosts were sucked in their mouths, and their arms grabbed the edge of the big mouth and kept screaming and struggling, which looked dense at a glance.

The maw of the black mist was like an abyss of hell, from which no dead could struggle to crawl out.

Finally, a thick black tongue stretched out from it, licked it along the big mouth, and curled the ghost together and retracted.

After swallowing these dozens of resentful ghosts, the black mist converged and changed back to its green and cold appearance.

"Gone ......"

Touching his abdomen up and down, Qing Han helplessly stroked his forehead.

"After merging with him, this has changed a little too much......

He turned his head to look at the white light in the distance, and the big man who fled.

"Want to run?"

Qing Han was full of murderous energy, waving out two crescent moon glows, and there were words in his mouth, and the figure elongated and then disappeared.

The ghost light flashed, and the captain was just a mortal, and before he could react, his body collapsed.

As for the old way, when he quickly fled, he felt cold and frightened behind him, and he didn't look back and ran all his cultivation, and instantly shot out a blue light, hitting the crescent moon that was chasing.

The crescent moon exploded, and Lao Dao hurriedly took out the black flag to block his back, and the aftermath still made him vomit a mouthful of blood.

Wang Qing's face was pale and bloodless, and his body was shaky, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and roared hoarsely while flying away.

"When the old man finds the other three fellow disciples to help, he will definitely extract your soul and refine it into a resentful soul to drive until your soul is gone!"

At this moment, whisper-like words came from the shadows.

"The seniors are so enthusiastic that they simply fulfill the younger generations. ”

Wang Qing's scalp was numb, he bit the tip of his tongue, his whole body flashed with red light, and he walked faster.

"This battle was forced by the Lan Kingdom, and the old man swore not to participate in it again......!

The ghostly light flickered three times, and before the old words were finished, the body and the white tiger suddenly collapsed, turning into an aura that almost turned into substance and was inhaled into Qing Han's abdomen.

took the storage bag of Lao Dao and put it in his arms, Qinghan did not stop to check, and continued to hurry in the same direction.