The townspeople here are lined up and kneeling on their knees, their foreheads on their knees, their arms stretched out in the shape of objects, and the backs of their hands pressed against the ground, looking extremely respectful as if they were pilgrimages.

Under the huge stone statue, the woman in green gently waved a black bone stick the length of an arm in her left hand, and held a curved horn with several ventilation holes in her right hand.

She whined lightly on her lips, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth was a little gloomy no matter how she looked at it.

The melodious sound of the flute reached Qing Han's ears, causing some hallucinations in the haze in front of his eyes.

Qing Han's eyes froze, he put his fingers in front of him, his lips and teeth moved slightly, and a faint cyan point of light appeared on his fingertips.

As the blue dots bloomed and scattered the starlight, he pointed his fingers to the center of his eyebrows.

The starlight shifted from the fingertips to the center of the eyebrows, and it was still shining brightly, reflecting the cold eyes.

He guarded the spiritual platform with the brilliance of the open sun, and then used the dark star on his side as his eyes to forcibly expel the illusion completely.

She really got the power of the mirage, but she didn't know how to do it without the mirage in her body.

Qing Han thought for a moment, and suddenly stared at the stone statue, his eyes flickering.

The yin and cold power in the dantian flows through the whole body, through the meridians, and then reaches the holes, and then to the thousand acupoints.

The filthy aura all over his body overflowed, and he was absorbed by the illusory sword in his hand, and the black light of the sword body lingered.

Then plunge the tip of the blade into the dirt, lift it up to the limit in reverse, and then collapse sideways downward.

The wind and dust sandstorm set off in front of him, pressing out a dirty blade that bent backwards, resembling the fins of a submersible shark.

Breaking through the earth all the way, the smoke and dust flew in the sky, leaving a neat and slender ravine, and it was still extended, and the piercing grinding sound was about to tear the eardrums.

It pointed to everything in front of it, including the stone statue!

The sharpness of its voice, the coldness of its shape, the ruthlessness of its speed, and the ruthlessness of its meaning all show that the meaning of its existence is not for anything else, but only to harvest life.

The woman in green didn't stop what she was doing before, but gradually bent her eyebrows and eyes when she played the bone flute, and her thin lips were stained with a cool smile.

The starlight shining in the center of Qing Han's eyebrows was dim, and his brows were furrowed thoughtfully.

The people in front of the stone statue were frightened, and they kowtowed to the stone statue again and again, and shouted and pleaded in unison.

"Please kill the evil demons and bless the lives of the people of Huaisu forever!"

The stone statue changed suddenly, shaking off the fine stone and sand with a tremble, and spilling it on the tribute in front of him.

"The Divine Monarch manifests!

The white light outside the stone statue flashed brightly, engulfing everyone's bodies.

Immediately after that, the big fin of the shark that cut the ground and the sky attacked, and as soon as it touched the white light, it was scattered alive and scattered, and it was completely eliminated.

"Doom Divine Monarch?"

Qing Leng snorted, pouring his power into it, and the escaping black light surrounded him, revealing only his cold blade.

He stepped out in one step, crossed a hundred zhang distance, and reached three inches away from the light curtain, and raised the phantom sword in both hands and pressed down sharply on the light curtain.

"Puff!Puff!~"

As soon as the blade of the sword was pressed, the two forces collided with each other, and the black and white mangs spread out and rolled upside down, and the light curtain suddenly sunk to the bottom.

The woman in green inside looked at the collapse in front of her, and the next person was already dead under the pressure.

The corpse was rapidly blurring, gradually turning into dust.

She sighed, but she was not sad.

Unlike her, the others were horrified and prostrated around the idol.

Qing Han's face was red and his teeth were clenched, the black mangs rolled backwards and slapped on his face, and his body floated while thousands of ink hair were scattered, like a lonely boat rolled up by the tongue of the waves.

A touch of coldness gradually appeared in his eyes, and he muttered to himself:

"The god of war, the crippled body, the fighting spirit is shocking......"

A frenzied battle intent rose, and the black light flashed in Qing Han's eyes, and he withdrew the phantom sword that was pressing on the light curtain.

The light curtain quickly bounced back, only the white light dimmed too much.

Qing Han gathered his sword to the left side, and threw it at the light curtain with a roar.

The light curtain was deeply dented again, and the power carried by the sword body was not exhausted, and a low humming sound broke open and pierced halfway, and the power on it dissipated.

Qing Han's eyes flashed, and he kicked sideways at the head of the sword, and in an instant, it clanged, leaving a hole in the light curtain.

The phantom sword dissipated after fully entering, and countless cracks appeared from the light curtain around the hole, quickly spreading to the whole body, although it was on the edge of shattering, it still did not collapse.

Qing Han pinched a trick and put it in front of him, and spit out a word:

"Collapse!"

The light curtain suddenly shattered and scattered, and after collapsing in a sparse uproar, the people inside were revealed.

They knelt on the ground facing the stone statue, devouring the offerings that had been placed on the altar, with different expressions on their faces.

On the one hand, they are extremely respectful, and on the other hand, they show a terrible eating appearance, and they know at a glance that their state is not normal at this time.

But the woman stared at these people, showing an extremely happy look, and her pretty face was obviously flushed.

Qing Han's hand once again conjured a dark sword shape, his face became a little pale, and he walked straight towards the woman in green, step by step.

She turned to look at the approaching man, and gently teased the green silk, with a sarcasm in her eyes.

With each step, two of the townsfolk threw away their tributes, then broke their jaws and skulls and swayed them in front of and behind their backs.

There was a wriggling pop at the fracture, and a large chiseled mouth that was constantly overflowing with green liquor was cracked, and a long tongue protruded from it.

roared and rushed madly towards Qing Han, one after another.

Qing Han didn't look at the monsters around him, and he didn't take his eyes off the woman, and with every step he took, he dropped his sword blade to his side.

Long tongues were broken, heads fell, and green arrows erupted.

Along the way, between the two sides, it was a mess and unsightly.

Gradually, everything behind him turned into dust.

The woman in green stood there quietly, never moving for half a minute, watching Qing Han come to her step by step, the closer she got to her, the calmer she became.

There is only a foot between them, and they can see each other's every subtle movement, as well as what they look like at this time.

If she was a simple and beautiful woman at the beginning, then now she is a silent violet.

In addition to that indelible hatred and unwillingness.

"Qingjun's ruthlessness has never disappointed Ruoling. ”

Qing Han didn't have the coldness before, and his eyes were calm and gentle.

"Give me the child's body, and then Qinghan will be left to the girl's disposal. ”

Hearing Qing Han's words, she pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly, showing a strange look in her eyes.

Then she sighed faintly and said softly:

"What if the spirit thinks that God has given up on me......"

Qing Han looked at the stone statue, recalled the previous confrontation scene, and said softly:

"The girl has a god in her heart, and Qing Han can feel that your god is always by your side. ”

It was originally a comforting word, which was very ordinary, but Zhao Ruoling's lost expression changed suddenly.

She suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Qing Han, the corners of her pink mouth on both sides gradually hooked, and her pink cheeks rose and fell, revealing an extremely weird smile.

"It's the same with that kid......"