In the southeast direction of the sea of blood, a slightly chubby middle-aged monk was wielding a big knife at the moment, constantly slashing at those ghostly souls who showed a hideous color and rushed towards him.

The power of the big knife is also not bad, it can actually have a strong damage to those souls, every time it swings, there is a miserable scream, a soul in the sword, the soul is scattered!

The moment he looked at the middle-aged monk, Su Chuan had a smile on his face, and under the smile, it seemed to be cold, and then disappeared in a flash.

I saw that in the sea of blood, there was suddenly a surge like ripples, as if there was a moment when a figure appeared, a cold light flashed, and then I saw that the person's face suddenly changed greatly.

As if he had seen something terrible at that moment, the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly.

"You ......" At the moment when he was about to speak, his body had already fallen in the sea of blood.

The sea of blood in front of him suddenly moved, several streams of blood surged suddenly, Su Chuan's figure slowly emerged from the sea of blood, and with a wave of his big hand, there was a flash of cold light from the monk's body, turning into a dagger and falling into Su Chuan's hand.

"There are five more. Su Chuan swept the dead middle-aged monk slightly, muttered, and then shook his body again and disappeared in place.

"Well, someone died, who is it?" In the sea of blood, like a labyrinth, none of these six people can see anyone, and even their respective divine senses are covered by demon spirits, and only the aura of the late stage of the Yudan that is faintly emanating can feel the existence of other monks.

Therefore, at the same time as this person died, those people frowned, revealing doubts and raising their vigilance.

The blur of this sea of blood made them feel the danger, and being able to make the monks of the late stage of the Yudan fall made their hearts tense even more.

Just a moment after Su Chuan disappeared, green smoke suddenly appeared on the body of the dead monk, as if it had been corroded, slowly dissipating, turning into blood light and merging into the sea of blood.

Directly east of the sea of blood, not far from the monk who had just died, was the fat monk before, at this moment, he was holding a golden talisman, emitting the golden light of the Dao Dao At the same time, everywhere the golden light went, the souls of those who had been beaten were scattered.

Above the golden talisman, there seems to be a special power, and that power is the power of the Buddha spirit that Yuan Su Chuan has seen.

Only the power of the Buddha spirit has a strong lethality against these evil things, and it is their enemy.

Therefore, around the fat monk, those souls all felt threatened, and they all showed a look of fear, and they did not dare to approach, and even some of them retreated backwards while their bodies trembled slightly.

"That's you!"

In the sea of blood, the moment Su Chuan's cold voice sounded, he saw a sword suddenly fall from the sky, as if it could cut through the void, it fell into the sea of blood, turned into blood, and fell on the fat monk's body.

"How is that possible!"

At the moment when the sword light in the void appeared, the fat monk had already sacrificed the golden talisman, and the golden light was emitted and turned into a powerful protective force, protecting him in front of him.

But even so, the sword was still unstoppable, directly breaking through the protective power of the golden rune, and the moment the sword fell on the top of his head, it directly slashed the soles of his feet, so that before he could finish a sentence, the whole person was already broken in half by a sword.

With the surging light of the sea of blood, the fat monk's body gradually turned into blood and qi, and gradually merged into the sea of blood.

Su Chuan's figure slowly appeared, holding in his hand the golden talisman in the hand of the fat monk before, the blood-stained Taihe Sword, which was floating quietly beside Su Chuan at the moment, emitting a strange blood-colored light, "Well, someone is dead again, and the two Daoists in the late stage of the Jiedan died, how could it be possible." ”

In the sea of blood, there were several frightened doubts, and unconsciously, the death again made the vigilance of those people increase again, and they looked at the blood-colored nothingness around them, and the light in their eyes flashed slightly.

"There are four more. Su Chuan smiled slightly, as if revealing cruelty, and the moment he spoke, his body seemed to have stepped into nothingness and disappeared into the sea of blood.

In the northeast direction of the sea of blood, at this time, there was a big Han monk with a long beard, who was constantly waving his hands, shooting towards the void around him, and the glint in his eyes could be seen that he was always paying attention to his surroundings.

If you look closely, you will find that he is holding a few embroidery needles in his hands that are completely different from the breath of his beard.

The embroidery needle also seems to be a powerful magic weapon, there are faint spiritual power fluctuations, every time he swings, the void in front of him is broken out of the Dao, as if it was cut by the embroidery needle, those souls are annihilated under the embroidery needle, turned into nothingness.

Another remnant soul died under his embroidery needle in a miserable sound, but at this moment, his pupils shrank sharply, and the expression on his face seemed to be surprised, as if this matter could not be possible.

At the moment when the embroidery needle in his hand was shot, from the sea of blood above his head, a finger of Qinghan broke out of the air, and the moment he fell into the sea of blood, it became bloody, and the Qinghan finger turned into a bloody finger, with a burst of whistling, and went straight to the bearded man.

A rumbling sound immediately sounded, and a finger of green cold fell on the top of the big man's head, directly breaking his skull, and the moment it splashed out of his brain, the monk's whole body shattered, turning into blood light and merging into nothingness.

Behind that Qinghan finger, Su Chuan's figure was slowly revealed, holding a blue storage bag in his hand.

"Someone is dead again! This is the third person to die, this person's strength is really so terrifying?"

At the moment when the bearded monk died, there were several terrifying doubts in the sea of blood.

The faces of the remaining three changed again, and in the succession of deaths, they finally felt something unusual, and their faint pale faces showed horror and fear.

But in this sea of blood, no matter how many of them are, they are always surrounded and attacked by the endless miserable souls, and even at this moment, they can't escape from this sea of blood.

Su Chuan's figure became mysterious and strange in their hearts, and at this moment he was like a death reaper, and everywhere he appeared, there was a miserable death.

Wherever he went, what he brought with him was death, and what permeated him was death, which represented death.

"Don't worry, it's going to be you soon. Looking at the person who was far away from him, Su Chuan's eyes flashed, revealing a cold color and slowly speaking, and then his body shook down, and then disappeared in place again.

In an instant, Su Chuan's figure was like a ripple in front of the monk, slowly appearing in a rippling manner, and his figure at this moment also turned bloody, blending into this sea of blood, it turned out to be the same, making it difficult for those people to find him.

Therefore, when Su Chuan was only a few feet away from the monk, the man noticed the abnormality, and his eyes showed a decisive moment towards the storage bag, and a ray of light shot out, like lightning, with purple light flickering around, faintly, as if there was a thunderous roar coming from it.

"It's too late. Su Chuan's eyes flashed, revealing a trace of disdain, and then his right hand was raised, and his eyes suddenly opened and closed, revealing a trace of deep essence, and at the same time, he slapped fiercely towards the sea of blood.

As if a palm withdrew and a beat, a huge palm print rushed out in an instant, and the moment a palm print was printed in this sea of blood, it set off a roar.

At the same time as a few terrible soul screams came out, from the sea of blood, a sharp thorn more than ten feet long suddenly appeared, like the body of a hedgehog, from the sea of blood, piercing the light that was galloping towards Su Chuan, and then pierced into the monk's body.

Its speed is so fast and appalling, even if it is Su Chuan himself, when he sees the speed of the sharp thorn, he also gasps, and he doesn't give the person time to react at all, he stabs in, so that he doesn't even scream, and he is already dead of anger.

With a sharp shock, it directly provoked the man's body and merged into the sea of blood, and with a sudden roar, the man's body exploded strangely and turned into smithereens.

"Next one, it's you!"

Su Chuan's figure just flashed beside that person, and then it had disappeared, and the moment his cold voice came out in the void, there were already ripples surging around the other person.

The figure of Su Chuan, the god of death, slowly emerged from the sea of blood, and the moment his hideous face was revealed, the person's body was suddenly shocked.

As if frightened, showing fear, there was no resistance at all, just a mouthful of blood was spurted directly, and then raised his hand and slapped towards the void, and a token flew out of his storage bag at the moment of a seal.

The moment it merged with his essence and blood, in the sea of blood, a whirlpool appeared strangely, as if tearing, and a powerful teleportation force poured out from it, dispelling the blood-colored aura around him, and filling the entire monk.

"Want to run?" Su Chuan's eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of a smile, as if mocking, and with a slight footstep, it had already turned into a flash of lightning and rushed into the whirlpool.

Su Chuan raised his hand, and in an instant, there was a roar, and the power of the six heavenly bridges in his body swarmed out, turning into a powerful force in his palm, gathering the monstrous evil qi of this sea of blood together, and suddenly turning into a big hand covering the sky.

Then he slapped it with a bang.

The monstrous evil qi dispersed, rolling up the sea of blood and turning into Dao ripples, directly submerging the whirlpool in front of the monk, and then shattering it.

The moment his figure stepped into the whirlpool, it turned into nothingness, and even his whole person disappeared with the broken whirlpool.

As if it had been erased, even his breath disappeared into the sea of blood, and only a blood light gradually merged into the sea of blood.

"There are already five people, and there is still one last one left. ”

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