Fierce winds swept across the land, passing through the dead sky.

The viscous dead air in the sword ruins was swept high, and the red-haired figures were vaguely revealed.

Wu Qianshu's white and slender fingers clasped around Wu Qiansen's twisted neck, and slowly followed the demon group towards the center of the sword ruins.

Wu Qiansen's two stiff legs dragged along the bluestone ground with Wu Qianshu's footsteps, and a line of blood and tears left two long marks on his pale cheeks at the corners of his angry eyes.

In the silence, except for the slight sound of footsteps, only Wu Qiansen's dragged legs rustled on the ground.

Wu Qianshu's face was expressionless, and the red hair outside his body was half an inch more than just now.

Except for his cheeks and hands, there was more than an inch of red hair covering his whole body at this time.

His cultivation, which had just entered the middle stage of foundation building, had faint signs of breaking through the late stage after he personally killed his brother.

After following the demon beast closely for several miles, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a voice that only he could hear: "It turns out that the true meaning of the "forgetfulness" magic skill is to cut off a body of bonds, only in this way can the magic skill be completed, and the cultivation to the end, you can cut the heaven and the earth, and you can cut all things in the world!"

A pair of beautiful cheeks, a pair of scarlet eyes.

Familiar faces flashed in front of Wu Qianshu's eyes, and for a long time, he twisted Wu Qiansen's already broken neck several times again, and a madness that had never been seen before rose in his heart.

Since his brother can be killed, who in this world cannot be killed?

In order to become an immortal, he is destined to take a bloodthirsty path of killing relatives and bloodthirsty, and he is destined to be scolded by the world, but the moment he becomes an immortal, he can make all those who spit and despise him shut their mouths, because dead people will not open their mouths.

A few hours later, Wu Qiansen's dragged ankle was flesh and blood, revealing Senbai's bones, and the mutant demon beast stopped.

Wu Qianshu raised his eyes and saw that a sword peak as high as thousands of zhang appeared in front of him.

At the foot of the Sword Peak, the white bones were like a mountain, and a dead qi as thick as dozens of zhang swirled around the mountain, and countless spatial fragments that flashed black light shrouded the entire Sword Peak like raindrops.

Wu Qianshu gasped, he couldn't imagine what kind of earth-shattering battle had happened here back then.

Even if thousands of years had passed, the residual breath made him feel endless fear, and the palm that was clasped on Wu Qiansen's neck trembled unconsciously.

Under the sword peak, between the white bones, there is a high "protruding" stone platform.

The stone platform is not large, only a dozen zhang in size, and its color is dark red and slightly different from the rocks that have been eroded and blackened by dead air.

Thousands of demon beasts were unusually quiet at this time, they arranged themselves in an orderly manner, and one by one they respectfully scattered the few flesh and blood in their hands on the stone platform.

The scarlet flesh fell on the stone platform, like snow in the spring, quickly dissolving and being quickly absorbed by the dark red stone platform.

This stone platform is like producing spiritual intelligence, it will depend on the amount of flesh and blood offered by each demon beast, and emit a gray aura for the demon beast to absorb.

Every demon beast that received the reward of the ash was intoxicated and inhaled the ash qi into its belly, and staggered away with some feet.

Looking at the demon beast with a red face, it was like drinking a lot of wine, and although it stumbled under its feet, its hair was even brighter.

Wu Qianshu hid at the end, as respectful as a demon beast, but his scarlet eyes stared at the stone platform, carefully observing the changes, and the stone platform actually made him feel terrified.

As more and more flesh was absorbed by the stone platform, a trace of golden mist rose faintly in the center of the stone platform.

A murderous and bloodthirsty aura suddenly appeared on the stone platform, and the aura was ferocious and violent.

Let the remaining demon beasts crawl on the ground, their strands trembling, but their eyes are full of longing.

In Wu Qianshu's eyes, there was still a cloud of smoke here, and it was clearly an ancient fierce beast entrenched in the center of the stone platform.

The fog changed with the wind, sometimes turning into an ancient beast roaring in the sky, and sometimes turning into a vague humanoid sitting cross-legged.

At this time, the demon beast became excited, and quickly scattered the flesh and blood in his hand on the stone platform, looking at the mist on the stone platform, he felt eager to try.

The golden mist rolled lightly, countless flesh and blood disappeared, the mist rolled in the air, and mysterious runes appeared in the air with the change of the mist.

The runes are ancient and vicissitudes, and there is a great aura in the flash.

Dozens of demon beasts had scarlet eyes, their faces showing endless madness, and they all jumped up and rushed onto the stone platform, grabbing the runes one by one with their claws full of sharp claws.

As soon as the rune started, the demon beast let out a terrible howl, and the whole body melted in the golden mist, and the rune was like a greedy mouth, wrapping the demon beast in its mouth and devouring it, and in a few breaths, dozens of demon beasts disappeared out of thin air, and the bones were gone.

This made the demon beasts under the stone platform let out a sad cry like begging for mercy, and they crawled forward one by one, sacrificing the flesh and blood in their hands, and obediently receiving the gray qi they deserved.

Soon got the gray demon beast to leave satisfied, and Wu Qianshu was the only one under the entire stone platform.

The thicker and thicker mist swayed, and an old man in gold appeared on the stone platform sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Although the old man's face was blurred, it made people feel that he had a compassionate face and a peaceful face, like a respected and taught senior.

"I have a thousand avenues, and the chapters can be directed at the flying immortals, young man, you are willing to accept my inheritance, and ask the flying immortals, immortality and immortality with heaven and earth.

On the old man's somewhat vague face, a peaceful gaze looked at Wu Qianshu under the stone platform.

Wu Qianshu seemed to be stunned by the change in front of him, looking like he was not wrong, and the corners of his mouth were slightly open and nervous and unable to make a sound.

The old man's golden eyebrows were raised, and he said: "If you don't believe it, you can exchange the complete sacrifice in your hand for a supreme exercise! You must know that my remnant soul has not been left in this world for much time, so don't hesitate young man!"

The old man's pleasant voice made Wu Qianshu relax, he held Wu Qiansen's corpse high and slowly approached the stone platform, and said excitedly: "The younger generation's breath is the same as that of a demon beast, how do the seniors know that I am not a demon beast but a human race?"

The old man smiled and said: "The breath can be changed, but how can the divine consciousness be changed? Although I am a remnant soul, the mana is not something that you can imagine as a young man, you can offer sacrifices, and I will give you a Great Dao rune, which can make you soar into the sky from now on, and you will be able to fly immortals for a thousand years."

When Wu Qianshu heard this, he was even more excited, and when he was about to come to the edge of the stone platform, his feet suddenly slipped, and the corpse in his hand fell to the ground fiercely, and Wu Qiansen's dead head suddenly hit the edge of the stone platform, shattered like chicken eggs.

The old man, who was still a little peaceful, was a little angry at this time, and he shouted loudly: "You are really a waste, and this little thing can't be inherited by me!"