In the red mist of the dense fog, strange eyes looked at Qi Yun, either cold, suspicious, or afraid.

Without exception, none of them dared to really show up.

You can only peek out through the red mist.

Qi Yun held the stone sword in his hand, and with the rapid slashing of the sword, pieces of flesh and blood flew out, and blood was sprinkled, how bloody it was.

King Cang's mouth continued to let out bursts of angry scolding and screams.

But no matter how angry he scolded or screamed, he couldn't change his fate in the slightest.

He was trapped on a thick stone pillar, like a pig in the world, invisibly divided, flesh and blood flying out one by one, staining the ground red.

Later, King Cang had changed from angry scolding to begging for mercy and wailing.

But even so, nothing can be changed.

Brush brush brush.

The misty red mist was broken, and the bodies of the Djinn and the Xuanwu Venerable flew over from a distance and landed here.

Seeing the king of Cang who was cut into white bones on the stone pillar, they were all very happy.

"This is the Cangwang, okay, sect master, let me do it myself, it is not absolute pain to scrape him inch by inch, I have an even more painful way!"

The djinn gritted his teeth.

"Really, then I'll leave it to the Djinn seniors!"

Qi Yun's tone was calm.

The giant spirit laughed fiercely, took out a black dagger and suddenly cut off a piece of flesh and blood on King Cang's body, and directly stuffed this piece of flesh into King Cang's mouth.

"Little thing, you also have today, I'm going to let you eat yourself, weren't you crazy before? and you have four wings, I let you bake all four of your wings, when you are noodles, I eat your wings, see what you can do!"

Poof!

The giant spirit's palm shook, and the sharp dagger slashed, cutting off two of its wings directly, and the painful Cangwang screamed again, and his back was dripping with blood.

The djinn grabbed a spear and pierced the two wings, then lit a fire and began to roast, while a barbed whip appeared in the other hand and flung it towards the king.

Smack!

A whip kept throwing out, and the sound was piercing.

The screams of King Cang were endless.

The dozen or so humanoid creatures next to him were all pale and trembling, extremely frightened.

Qi Yun glanced at the giant spirit and landed his indifferent gaze on the dozen or so humanoid creatures.

"I have all seen the fate of King Cang, and I don't want to be the same as him, so I wrote down my name, the name of my brother, the name of my sister and sister, the name of my master, my uncle, my uncle, and the name of Tai Shizun, the name of my father, my grandparents, and my uncle's name, don't lie to me, if anyone deceives me, I will make his pain a thousand times stronger than King Cang!"

Qi Yun's tone was calm.

Laugh at!

He pointed a finger, and a divine light rushed out, directly untying the chains on one of the humanoid creatures, and said lightly: "You write first, after you finish writing, I will search the soul, if you find anything wrong, I will make you like King Cang!"

The man trembled, extremely frightened, and glanced at Qi Yun, completely unaware of what Qi Yun was going to do.

With so many names written down, does he want to curse by name?

But that's not going to be done.

They're all from the outside superpowers!

The weakest of their own masters, uncles, and uncles are all in the Mahayana period, and there is a broken period among them.

A sudden resentment rose in the man's heart.

Okay, this native lets himself write, then he writes himself.

He didn't believe that the curse here could curse his master, uncle, uncle, and uncle, and characters like them had already been inviolable, and no curse could add to it.

If you want to curse them, you will only be eaten by the power of cause and effect in their bodies, and you will be killed when the time comes.

Viciousness struck him in his heart, a sinister smile appeared in his eyes, and he grabbed his pen and ink and wrote on a piece of paper.

Brush Brush Brush!

One name after another was written by him.

He writes about real masters.

At least they are all Mahayana, and there is no one who is weak.

After writing about the Mahayana period, he began to write about the broken period.

Names were written one by one, and soon more than twenty lives were written on a piece of paper.

"Strong, I've finished writing, these are my relatives!"

The man stopped his pen and ink, looked at Qi Yun, and spoke.

"Senior brother, senior sister, cousin, cousin, how many people are there?

Qi Yun's tone sank.

The man was angry in his heart, and he had to do it.

Few of his senior brothers, senior sisters, cousins, and cousins are weak, and the weakest are all in the fit period, so what can they do even if they are written?

This native, sitting in a well and watching the sky, does not know the size of the world!

Only when you get out of this realm can you really know how terrible it is outside.

Brush brush brush.

More than a hundred lives were quickly written on a piece of paper.

"No, I've written it all. ”

The man said.

Qi Yun grabbed the man's head and began to search for the soul.

Of course, his so-called soul search was just for show.

Because the deepest memories in these people's minds have long been sealed, and there is not much useful information, Qi Yun has searched for several people before, but it is difficult to get anything.

Bang!

He threw this person's body aside, and then raised his hand a little, and another person was untied from the stone pillar by him, and said: "You come to write, just like him, senior sister, senior brother, senior brother, senior brother, and all those who have a relationship with the teacher and uncle will write it for me." ”

The man's face turned pale, and when he saw that the first person had been searched, he knew that it was impossible for him not to write.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed his pen and ink, and began to write.

Soon a piece of paper was also written densely.

But it's hard to say if it's true or not.

There may be some names that are his enemies, and Qi Yun, as before, made a show and searched his soul.

Soon the third, the fourth, the fifth... He was released in turn, and as before, he began to write down his name.

Blank sheets of paper were filled with these people one after another.

More than twenty pages were written, and all the names added up to more than three hundred.

Qi Yun kept all these names in his mind.

At this time, those figures in the fog couldn't help but have doubts.

What did this indigenous do when they were asked to write down their names?

Did he naively think that he could kill them by name?

That's a bit ridiculous!

These gazes are more or less playful.

Qi Yun's divine sense naturally noticed those figures clearly, and he sneered in his heart.

This group of monks from the outer regions has no one in their eyes, and they are used to arrogance, if they can improve the strength of the three major spells, it may be a kind of deterrent for them.

In terms of killing methods, the three major curses and the five evil spirits are the real masters.

They kill people as much as they want.

And so are the ten fierce beasts.

Qi Yun had to find a way to release all the ten murderers as soon as possible.

Now that this land is in chaos, it might as well be more chaotic.

"The three major spells, cook these people for me, cook them and send them to the other side, and distribute them to those people in the fog to eat, they have been here for so long, they can't just watch and not eat!"

Qi Yun sneered.

"Yes, Childe!"

The three spell monsters laughed.

They immediately took out the big ding, lit the ghost fire, and began to get busy.

The humanoid creatures turned pale with horror.

"What, you're going to cook us? Damn, you can't do this, stop, stop!"

"Barbarians, you are really barbarians, how can you do such a thing as cannibalism?"

"Stop!"

The men screamed in horror.

But it's useless at all, they are all seriously injured, no matter how they call them, Qi Yun won't pay attention to them.

From the moment they slaughtered the city, it was all doomed.

All Qi Yun did was a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

Bang bang bang!

The men were thrown into the cauldron one after another and burned, and a miserable scream rang out throughout the area.

Those eyes in the red mist suddenly became even colder, and one by one they radiated a piercing light.

In front of them, the people who cooked them alive, this native had a lot of ideas.

This is a provocation to them in the open!

But even King Cang was chopped alive, what could they do?

King Cang is a master on the list of earth kings!

They had to endure it and continue to peep in the dark, their eyes cold.

Qi Yun turned around and took out a huge altar and began to tie up the straw man, preparing for the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book.

What he has now is time.

One by one, the straw men were quickly pierced out by Qi Yun.

This time, he stabbed eighteen in a row, which was his limit, and any more would not be effective.

He had tested the limits of the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book before.

That's just the right amount.

Qi Yun pasted his names one by one, and began to curse with his footsteps.

Those eyes in the dark were all sneering.

Now it is certain that this native is really crazy, and he is really cursing them?

How can a curse of the Wasteland affect them?

Their ontologies are all in the cultivation realm, and all of them are supreme masters.

What kind of curses can work for them.

A group of people peeked coldly.

During this period, the screams of the sky and the screams of others in the cauldron were still coming.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The people in the cauldron were finally all boiled to death, and all of them turned into a mess of rotten meat, intertwined, filled with a rich smell of meat, which made the population want to move.

"Hey, hey..."

The three major spells grabbed the cauldron and immediately flew towards the red mist, placing the cauldron in the deepest part of the red mist.

Those humanoid monsters in the shadows looked at the three major spells, and each of them burst into murder.

But no one dared to move.

At this time, the natives on that mountain peak will definitely not let them go.

They could only watch as the three major spells departed.

"No, I can't endure it like this!"

"You must kill each other!"

"Good news, I contacted Blood Wuji, he's coming!"

"What? The Blood King is here, great!"

These humanoid monsters were secretly excited.

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