Ding——

The flying sword in Qin's hand slashed at the dark arm armor of Xuan-level Moro, making a crisp sound.

Looking at the white mark that appeared on his arm, Xuan-level Moro frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

This humble ant in front of him actually left ugly scars on his body!

"Die!" he roared, and suddenly the space shook, and the demonic qi stirred, overwhelmingly devouring Qin Yi.

"Be careful!" Xihua, who was entangled with those ordinary Moros in the distance, couldn't help but exclaim when she saw this scene.

Qin Yi's eyes condensed slightly, and his body retreated violently.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

......

Demonic qi pierced through where he had been standing, and dust flew on the ground.

"Did you run away?" Xuan-level Moro sneered, and his figure turned into a black light, appearing in front of Qin Yi in an instant.

The sharp claws on Xuan-level Moro's hand flashed a cold light at Qin Yi, and stabbed towards him fiercely.

Feeling the tingling sensation coming from his skin, Qin Yi forcibly twisted his body and raised his sword to block his chest.

Whew—

The claws glowing with cold light collided with the flying sword in a piercing buzz.

Xuan-level Moro's expression remained unchanged, and he threw out a whip leg sideways and slapped it fiercely on Qin Yi's body.

"Hmph!" Qin Yi suddenly felt as if his body had been hit by a tyrannosaurus, and let out a painful snort.

His body flew upside down in the air, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, cutting a blood-red arc through the air.

"If only that...... Then you can die!" said a hoarse roar.

He didn't want to see anyone flee from under his nose again, and without giving Qin Yi a chance to breathe, his figure flickered and attacked Qin Yi again.

The sharp claws, with a fishy wind, broke through the air and took Qin Yi's head directly.

He didn't want to play any longer, and this blow was about to take the life of the slightly stronger ant in front of him!

Qin Yi lowered his head, gasping for a slightly bloody breath in his mouth.

"It's over......" Xuan-level Moro appeared in front of Qin Yi, the sharp claws in his hand were only a stone's throw away from Qin Yi's chest, and the sharp air currents had even pierced his skin.

Drops of fine blood spilled out of the air holes on his body, staining the clothes on his chest red.

"Qin Yi!" "Xihua glanced at this scene, and his mind was suddenly confused, and under the siege of the yellow-level Moro, the steps under his feet were messy.

Wei Youlin also noticed the situation on Qin Yi's side, and his fingers had quietly reached into the Qiankun bag and held the teleportation jade card.

Without Qin Yi's containment, he and Xihua couldn't stop the attack of Xuan-level Moro at all.

Therefore, once he saw Qin Yi dead, he would not hesitate to crush the jade plate in his hand and teleport out of the Moro Secret Realm.

Watching the devil's claws pierce Qin Yi's skin, a cruel look flashed in Xuan-level Moro's eyes.

However...... Just when he thought that his claws could penetrate the other party's heart, a hand held his claws tightly!

Tick...... Tick......

Drops of blood slid down, staining the land in front of Qin Yi with a red color.

He raised his head slowly, and a red light suddenly lit up, and the sky and the earth were silent.

Xuan-level Moro looked at Qin Yi's scarlet bloody eyes, and his heart was shocked.

From those scarlet eyes, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Many monks are accustomed to calling Moro a devil, but now in the eyes of this Xuan-level Moro, this human feels more like a devil, a devil crawling out of hell!

violent, mad, cruel, bloody, evil...... All kinds of negative emotions instantly erupted from Qin Yi's body.

Kill, kill, kill!

......

Qin Yi's mind was in chaos, and his crazy roars kept echoing.

Xuan-level Moro had an emotion in his heart that he had never felt before...... Fear!

Not only this Xuan-level Moro, but also those yellow-level Moros around him, and even Xihua and Wei Youlin, everyone's hearts seemed to be pressed against a huge mountain.

Fear spread silently.

"Qin ...... Senior Brother Qin...... What's going on?" Wei Youlin's lips trembled slightly.

Xihua shook her head, indicating that she didn't know, her hands clenched slightly, although she was afraid in her heart, but there was a trace of worry in her eyes.

Xuan-level Moro wanted to pull back, but Qin Yi's palm was like an iron tong, grabbing his claws tightly.

The sharp claws cut through Qin Yi's palm, leaving warm blood, but Xuan-level Moro felt that this blood was cold, piercing cold!

Although there was a terrifying demonic poison on the claws, these pitch-black demonic qi encountered the blood flowing out, as if snow met molten flames, and quickly evaporated.

Knock Knock –

Suddenly, a low voice remembered, and then it was connected.

Knock knock - knock knock -

......

Like a muffled thunder, one after another, this was the sound of Qin Yi's heart beating.

"Giggle...... Qin Yi let out a horrified laugh in his throat, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Shhh

"Ahh

"This ...... How is it possible!?" Wei Youlin looked at Qin Yi holding the bloody Moro arm in his hand with a shocked expression.

Qin Yi actually tore off the arm of Xuan-level Moro alive!

Even though the arm had detached from the body, it was still trembling slightly in Qin Yi's hand.

The swarthy carapace gradually lost its spirituality, and drops of dark green blood flowed down the cracks in Moro's arms, corroding the ground to pitch black.

Xuan-level Moro let out a groan of pain as he hugged half of his body with only one remaining arm.

Boom!

Qin Yi casually threw away the demon arm in his hand and licked his lips, the scarlet light in his eyes flashed with a hint of excitement.

He walked towards Xuan-level Moro step by step, the flying sword in his hand trembling slightly, I don't know if he was afraid...... Still excited.

"Quick, stop him!" Xuan-level Moro looked at Qin Yi who was walking towards him, and his heart was full of panic, "Devil, he is the devil!"

"......" Those yellow-level Moro glanced at each other, their eyes full of fear.

Although they hesitated, these yellow-level Moros still slowly surrounded Qin Yi.

In the world of Moro, the hierarchy was very strict, and even if the superior sent them to death, they had to enforce it.

Mo Luo, who was besieging Wei Youlin and Xihua, gradually leaned towards Qin Yi, and the two silently retreated to the side.

Phew!

The flying sword in Qin's hand slashed through a graceful arc, like cutting tofu, and passed through the body of a yellow-level Moro with great ease.

The hard carapace shattered, and dark green blood scattered in all directions.

At this moment, Qin Yi felt like a terrifying beast, no matter who stood in his way, he would split the other party in half with a single sword.

Raise your hand and swing your sword. Raise your hand again, swing your sword again......

With each light of the sword, a Moro fell to the ground.

It didn't take long for the Yellow-level Moro who surrounded them to be dead and wounded.

Behind Qin Yi, the corpses of Moro fell to the ground in all directions.

Blood flowed all over the ground, livers exposed to air, and stumps were everywhere, disgusting.

Da~~Da~~

Qin Yi stepped on the blood, advancing step by step, his scarlet eyes seemed to become deeper because of the killing.

"Don't ...... Don't come here!" Mystery Moro let out a howl of terror, hugged half of his body, and staggered away into the distance.

Facing Qin Yi at this time, he couldn't have a trace of resistance in his heart.

Bang!

As he fled, he fell to the ground without standing still, his arm cut by the weeds on the ground, and he let out another wail of pain.

Qin Yi dragged the flying sword stained with Moro's blood, walked in front of him, and looked at him condescendingly, his scarlet eyes indifferent.

"No...... Don't!" Seeing Qin Yi raise the sword in his hand, Xuan-level Moro let out a frightened plea.

However...... Nothing can be changed!

Boom!

The sword light fell, and a huge head rolled down and fell to the ground.

On the skull, the two eyes were as big as lanterns, and it looked creepy.

After killing Xuan-level Moro, Qin Yizi turned around, and his blood-red eyes looked at Wei Youlin and Xihua in the distance.

"It's not good, run!" Wei Youlin was looked at by Qin Yi's eyes, and he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and all the cold hairs on his body stood upside down.

Kill, kill, kill!

The crazy voice kept roaring in Qin Yi's mind, arousing all the darkest and evil negative emotions in his heart.

Phew!

His figure turned into a bloody light, and instantly appeared in front of Wei Youlin and Xihua.

The flying sword in his hand was raised, and the terrifying power condensed in the sword body, and Wei Youlin and Xihua instantly felt a feeling of suffocation.

"Qin Yi, wake up!" Xihua endured the discomfort of her body and snorted, hoping to awaken Qin Yi's senses.

However, at this moment, Qin Yi, how could he hear the call of Xihua, and the flying sword slashed down without hesitation.

Buzz –

Sudden mutation!

The flying sword in Qin's hand suddenly stopped slashing, and let out a humming sound of resistance, and the sword body vibrated violently.

It used to be a sword that cherished flowers, but now that it feels the breath of its master, it is naturally reluctant to hurt her.

Bite!

The flying sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Uh...... Ah......h

It was as if a storm was raging in his mind, trying to annihilate his sanity.

He felt as if his head was about to explode, as if something crazy was about to pour out.

Suddenly, a warm current surged from his chest, then flowed through his limbs, and then converged on the Heavenly Spirit.

A clear feeling appeared on his spiritual platform, and all the pain and killing suddenly dissipated, and the storm in his mind gradually subsided.

Qin Yi slowly opened his eyes, the blood red in his eyes had long since faded and changed to their original color.

He reached out and touched the bone fragment on his chest, feeling like he was in the aftermath of the disaster.

Thinking of the previous madness, he secretly palpitated.

I thought that if I stopped cultivating the blood refining technique, I would be able to control my emotions.

But I didn't expect that this time the loss of control was more complete than the previous in the Spirit Ruins!