Yang Qing, who had yellow and black tiger stripes on his face, only felt that his arms were numb and unconscious, whether it was the stormy waves or the impact of the tortoiseshell shield, the power was unprecedented for him, and the force of the slash and impact on the door of the room whose hardness was comparable to that of the inferior magic weapon could not be easily counteracted.

The enhancement of the soul is related to the control of the physical body, and in the past five days, he has frantically cultivated the scriptures of "Three Yang and Seven Yin", repaired with stalactite essence, so that the manipulation and use of his power are growing rapidly.

The third layer of "Extreme Strength" is barely getting started, and the strength of the whole body that can be manipulated except for the arms is twice that of the normal right arm, about 10,000 catties, which is a full improvement compared to the previous 5,000 catties.

When the beast is transformed, the strength of the whole body doubles, the right arm is about 10,000 catties, and the left arm is about 11,000 catties.

Although the beast failed to enhance the soul, it did not match the strength of the physical body when the beast was transformed, which was equivalent to the weakening of the soul, and the "Extreme Strength" retreated to the second layer, but the strength that can manipulate the whole body except for the arms is still 10,000 catties, and the power to use the amplification of 'stormy waves' is still 10,000 catties.

The strength of the whole body except the arms, the strength of the right arm, and the amplification of the 'stormy waves'!

In this way, the power of 10,000 jin is increased by three times and the power of 10,000 jin that has not been increased is added, then the power of this style is full of 40,000 jin.

The evil qi induced the inheritance power in the essence blood of the enlightened beast to cause Yang Qing to become a beast, although compared to the strength of the soul, the enhanced power is equivalent to the external force, but it can be used, after all, no matter how the muscles are strengthened, it always belongs to Yang Qing, and it must be governed by the soul.

Hitting such a hard thing as a heavy door cannot be compared with hitting spells, weapons and spells in the hands of monks, etc., if it weren't for refining bones to make bones as hard as iron, then the bones of Yang Qing's arms at this time would have been shattered.

Despite refining the bones, the force of the shock still numbled his arms, and he could only simply hold the long stick and tortoiseshell shield.

Yang Qing in the state of beasticulture could hardly have any other expressions except for being violent, but his clear mind still had normal emotions.

"Thief ship!" Yang Qing scolded angrily in his heart, squeezing into the chaotic monks, "The water in this area is turbulent, and most of the monks on the deck will squeeze into the cabin, so they will become turtles in the urn, as long as the formation is opened, it will be a slaughter."

Although Yang Qing's heart was violent, his clear mind was still flustered and frightened by the situation at this time.

There are many rooms in the cabin, and the aisles are very narrow, and before, some monks either stood in the aisles, or walked in and out of each room, and the power of the formations depicted was different depending on the room.

As a result, most of the monks who were killed on the spot were the original monks in the various rooms, and most of the monks crowded into the narrow aisles.

In each room, formations with different powers are still activating, no one will rush to the room with their own death, each door is either deformed or broken, and there are even monks who are squeezed by the door into two dead sections.

The scarlet blood was bubbling out, and a layer of blood had accumulated in the room and in the hallway, and it had not passed the upper of the shoes, and the warm, fishy, and sticky feeling made people feel nauseous.

Fortunately, there were too many monks in the aisle to avoid falling due to the slippery feet caused by the sticky blood.

At this moment, how can there be male and female cultivators, how can they still take care of the dignity of the old and the young, and they can still care about the broken robes, they are all swarming towards the deck.

"Click!"

"Boom!"

"Snort!"

The sound of flesh and bones shattering, the sound of magic weapons crashing, and the sound of true yuan slashing!

The disciples of the second floor of the cabin rushed up in unison, the magic weapons that burst into light, the roaring spells, and the sword light that left their bodies all rushed towards the monks who were fleeing in panic as they crowded the stairs.

In an instant, more than a dozen frightened monks fell in pools of blood.

Such a narrow aisle was crowded with monks, and it was impossible to turn around, let alone resist.

From the opening of the formations in many rooms to this point, it takes less than five breaths.

Thirty or forty people had either broken into pieces in the room or broken in the hallway.

At this moment, the monks realized that this ship was a thief ship, a black ship, and a purgatory where I don't know how many monks had died!

The news of the robbery of the ship was released, firstly, to keep the monk in prison, and secondly, to get rid of the name of the thief ship, even if anyone escaped, they would be called robbers.

"Run, all flee to the deck," I don't know who shouted frantically.

The hallway was less than three feet wide, and the heavy doors and walls of the room were bursting out of the attack, making it extremely congested.

"Boom!"

Huaqingmen's collection of the lives of the cultivators is as fast as mowing grass, and it is as easy as killing chickens and dogs.

"Whoever stands in the way, whoever stands in the way, will die!"

Hysterical screams, the monk had to kill the people who stood in his way in front of him in order to survive, to escape to the deck.

One person has such an idea, and they have an effect!

In an instant, blood splashed!

There was no need for the disciples of the Qingmen to rush in, and the monks who were fleeing for their lives fought together.

The disciples of Huaqingmen gathered more and more, all their robes were clean and not stained at all, they shot indifferently, without the slightest softness, and there was no surprise at the cannibalism of the cultivators, it seemed that this kind of scene was seen a lot, and they were numb.

"Whew!"

Yang Qing didn't look at or listen, but the pungent smell of blood still made his violence even stronger.

The cultivators were not the slightest stunned by this appearance, this time, who could care that you were a human or a ghost, as long as you dared to block the way, then, you would be killed.

"Whew!"

The violent intent almost made him give up on escaping, and he wanted to tear all the threatening voices to shreds.

However, he still has his senses, and he can't do this.

It's not soft-heartedness, it's not compassion, it's where nature lies.

"Ahh

The monk running in front of Yang Qing suddenly screamed in horror, and the people behind him naturally knew that they were killing each other, but he was only a dozen steps away from the hatch, however, he was going to die here at this time, thinking like this in his heart, he couldn't help but resent, "Crazy!"

"Ahh

What awaited him was not severe pain, but the vacancy of his body.

"Ahh......h

Seven or eight people on the iron ladder screamed in terror.

I saw that seven or eight people were piled up in one place, all their bodies were in the air, and the speed of moving towards the hatch was better than before.

"Whew!"

It was difficult to have a strange face full of tiger stripes, but at this time it was full of pain, and his hands were holding the tortoiseshell shield, and the tortoiseshell shield and seven or eight monks, just like that, he stepped on the iron ladder that was constantly trembling, and ran upward.

There is not much sensation in the arms, there is no pain, and some just don't listen to instructions.

"Whew!"

His arms trembled violently, and the ladder under his feet looked like it was about to collapse.

The sound of fighting behind him was getting closer and closer, accompanied by the violent roar of the tiger, and the speed of running was even stronger.

"Bang dang!"

The hatch opened easily, and the frightened monk, who was stacked on the tortoiseshell shield, looked relieved, thinking that he had seen the light of day again, and the visible scene made his heart fall to the bottom again.

The deck was filled with steam, and not far away, two groups of monks were fighting, and in the blink of an eye, the winner was decided.

On one side, about ten disciples of the Huaqing Sect were killed on the spot, and on the other side, there were still seven or eight monks alive led by emaciated youths.

The top of the deck was shrouded in a layer of aqua blue light, and the highest point was less than ten feet long.

This is, there is no way to heaven and no door to enter the earth!

"Smack!"

Yang Qing pushed seven or eight people to the deck, and his heart couldn't help but shrink suddenly when he saw such a scene.

"Snort!"

Seven or eight people, led by emaciated youths, rushed towards each other under the light of their bodies.

"Boom!"

The seven or eight people who had just escaped couldn't believe anyone, and the magic weapons in their hands shone brightly!

"Whew!"

The tortoiseshell shield was put away, and the long stick fell into his hand without a lie, and at this moment, his arms were numb, but he could not reduce the violent meaning in his heart.

"If you want to live, kill the miscellaneous people who have cleared the door!"

The emaciated young man spoke coldly, without any intention of attacking, but waited at the hatch.

"Kill!"

Less than twenty monks rushed onto the deck in a bloody and frenzied manner, and when they saw the aqua blue light of the ship, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

At this time, the thirty-five or six cultivators gathered on the deck, in less than ten breaths, nearly 100 monks died in the cabin.

"Boom!"

The cultivators were unwilling to be blocked by this aqua-blue cauldron and fled for their lives, and they attacked upwards with their weapons.

"Buzz!"

The attacks of the cultivators were too scattered, and the aqua-blue cauldron shook violently, but it did not break there.

"Click!"

The few monks who stood by the hatch and couldn't squeeze out their eyes widened, staring at the ritual weapon that passed through their chests, their organs already wrenched into pieces.

"Kill!"

At the hatch and on the deck on the side, there were sounds of fighting.

Perhaps, the monks will attack together again, and they will be able to shatter the aqua-blue cauldron.

However, at that time, he was destined to be killed on the spot.

Perhaps, all the monks will resist together, and even if they don't survive, more than half of the disciples of Huaqingmen will be killed or injured.

However, who has no idea of escape.

Just as the shouts of killing came, some of the monks' imperial weapons took off to attack the aqua blue cauldron, and some of the monks gathered in one place to engage with the disciples of Huaqingmen.

"Boom!"

There are more than sixty disciples of Huaqingmen, there are no injuries all over the body, the true yuan is rolling, and it is quite surprising that there are still so many monks alive, and when they see the same sect that died tragically on the deck, they know everything.

There were more than 20 cultivators who fought with the Huaqing Gate, all of them were injured, and most of the monks with higher cultivation died in the room, and there were only two monks in the Spirit Realm including the emaciated youth.

There are as many as five monks in the Huaqing Gate-Spiritual Realm.

In the face of such a huge gap in numbers and cultivation, what he dared to fight was to save his life so that he could escape when the aqua blue light mask was shattered.

"Whew!"

Yang Qing's clear heart was full of dead ashes, no matter whether the aqua blue light mask was broken or not, he was almost dead.

A pill of rebirth was swallowed into the abdomen, and it instantly dissolved, "If you want me to die, no one should think about living"

The perception of his arms gradually recovered, unlike the cultivators who fought and retreated to delay time, Yang Qing was fighting for his life.

"Boom!"

The two sides exchanged blows only once, and several people fell on top of the pool of blood.

"Kill!"

The emaciated young man roared unwillingly, and his heart was dead and had the will to die.

"Puffy Puff!"

The loud sound of hail hitting the roof was heard overhead!

"Ah! it's a wicked beast!"

The dozen or so monks who attacked the aqua blue light shield suddenly screamed madly just when victory was in sight, and fell down one after another as if they had seen the most terrible thing in the world.

"It's coming!"

The will to die in the heart of the emaciated young man dissipated, and he trembled with excitement instead!

"It's completely over!"

When his arms regained consciousness, and when the long stick took away the life of the first Huaqing Sect disciple, Yang Qing had no luck in his heart!

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