Airplanes!

Silver light burst out, surging from the vortex, followed by a series of corpse demons who were surrounded by violent corpse qi rushed out.

The spatial rift became more and more violent, gradually stirring the air flow in the void passage, turning into a howling wind, and streams of death filled the earth.

The soldiers of the Black Fang Clan have finally come after them!

Between the breaths, nearly a hundred Shenzang Realm clan soldiers poured out, and their bodies were filled with an aura that made Qing Yanghuan feel disgusted, which was a rejection from the heart.

All of them had blue-faced fangs, and even some warriors held weapons in their four arms, dancing towards him.

Seeing Qing Yang Huan holding the golden war spear in his hand blocking the way forward, he suddenly burst out with endless killing opportunities!

Damn Terran boy, he's not afraid of death!

Kill!

Finally, at this moment, the killing light in the pupils of Qing Yanghuan's eyes shot out, and the wind swept through this dry space!

Airplanes!

There was a faint dark light flowing on the golden war spear, covering the gold that should have been, killing and silence were intertwined, and in an instant, the killing machine flashed, and he took one step!

Rumble!

The war spear swept away, tore through the darkness, and swallowed up the few corpse demon clan soldiers who rushed up first, tearing them in half!

After killing the soldiers of the Corpse Demon Clan, Qing Yanghuan suddenly felt a touch of joy in his originally suppressed heart, and the killing aura that was originally enveloping him also became vibrating.

At the very beginning, Huangzun told him that there is no good way to comprehend the way of killing, only killing, and in the past, he hunted the Great Wilderness to hone his tactics, but also to hone this kind of killing!

However, that kind of hunting wilderness is far less than the agitation in his heart at this moment, and the killing aura is like a swirling black snake, swallowing vitality.

Like a swimming dragon, he plunged into the clan soldiers chased by the Corpse Demon Clan, and the war spear in his hand turned into a black python, stained with the blood belonging to the Corpse Demon Clan, flowing and dripping.

Puff puff!

In just a quarter of an hour, nearly 100 people were killed by the war spear, and his originally stopped killing artistic conception became active, and the original five-point realm began to grow again.

The war spear hummed, and all the corpse demon warriors couldn't get close to him, and the violent blood qi surged out of his body like a vast ocean, pouring into the war spear and killing, and the silence merged into one.

Boom Boom!

With each blow, the spear would surge out of a great fierce phantom, roaring out, and nine divine hidden phantoms were suspended around him, as if they existed in another time and space.

As each god burst out with golden light, the gurgling golden light flowed down, and there would be a corresponding great murderer in the war spear who manifested into a god form, roaring out, shattering the body of the corpse demon warrior.

Five out of five!

The killing artistic conception has improved a little, driving the blood and qi in Qingyang Huan's body to become more tyrannical, and under his feet, the blood and bones of the fallen corpse demon clan warriors converged into a river of blood.

Rumble!

Gradually, every time the spear pierced out, there would be a great roar, turning into a dragon, entwining and killing.

Eight out of five!

Six points!

When he was stained with blood and soaked in beast robes, the killing entered the realm of sixth!

Rumble!

In an instant, the war spear in his hand shook, and Ying Long roared, piercing through the ten corpse demon clan warriors in front of him, and the dark killing exploded, shattering into boundless blood and bones.

Woohoo!

The shattered blood and bones were stained with his killing aura, causing the surrounding corpse demon clans to snort, and then tore apart their flesh and blood.

Kill!

In the killing, even if his combat power was amazing, he was still covered with wounds after the killing, all of which were cut by the weapons in the hands of the corpse demon warriors, but these scars made him even more tyrannical!

The war spear crushed, and the surging blood and qi burst out, like a golden knife tearing through the void, swirling around the killing, cutting the corpse demon clan warriors one by one!

After the killing artistic conception entered the sixth-point level, the speed of the surge slowed down suddenly, and even stagnated a little.

The dark light shrouded around his body, and the surrounding corpse demon warriors began to dodge more and more, which also made it a little difficult for him to kill them.

Of course, at this moment, the spontaneous depression in his heart gradually melted away in the killing.

Rumble!

The war spear in his hand was completely obscured by the golden light, and the light of killing flowed, taking away several lives each time, and the rich blood came to his body, making him like a bloodthirsty demon king.

"He's a devil, why does the Spirit Realm have such combat power!"

Suddenly, a corpse demon clan martial artist roared in horror, the Spirit Realm martial artist is indeed stronger than the Shenzang Realm martial artist, but this kind of arrogance will also have a limit.

After all, this is not a conquest between martial artists, surrounded by hundreds of martial artists, even if it is the Spirit Realm, it has to squeeze out the blood, but in Qingyang Huan, they can't see this limit at all!

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Constantly watching the companions around him tear apart their bodies in the war spear, the warriors of the corpse demon clan finally began to rout!

Shengsheng was scared!

There is a great terror between life and death, how can they be indifferent to death, especially when they see their companions turn into a puddle of rotten meat, this is not one person or two, but hundreds of soldiers of the same clan, turned into hundreds of piles of rotten meat!

For Qingyang Huan, the Thirteen Dao Divine Treasures gave him an unparalleled background, even if he was a peer Tianjiao, he had to be subjugated under the war spear, not to mention these ordinary Divine Treasure Realm soldiers!

Rout!

A panic triggered the fear of the remaining corpse demon warriors!

They scrambled towards the spatial crack behind them, wanting to retreat to the Corpse Demon Realm!

Looking at the corpse demon clan warriors who staggered and retreated towards the rear, Qingyang Huan fought with a spear on the ground, his body leaned on it, panting heavily, he was soaked in dark red blood, there were those who belonged to him, but more of them were these corpse demon clan warriors!

One against a hundred!

Never before a hearty killing!

Whew!

Watching the last warrior of the Corpse Demon Clan retreat back to the Corpse Demon Realm, Qing Yanghuan looked at his palm, and the dark and bright killing aura was like a fierce man.

Although that anger was vented cleanly, his heart still lingered in incomprehension!

"You will understand the confusion in your heart!"

It seems that he felt what Qing Yanghuan was thinking, and the desolate venerable appeared this time, and the purple robe was like a mountain to freeze this void passage!

"The cultivation of my human race is not only about strengthening one's own body, transforming one's life, and living forever, but also guarding and traveling!"

Huangzun looked at Qingyang Huan, a faint voice sounded, from the very beginning buried under the dark earth, after a long time to wake up, met him who was still a teenager.

Now that he has walked out of Lashan and is in the Spirit Realm, there have been too many changes, even though he has given Qingyang Huan a lot of creation, but only faith can't help him shape it!

Only when you have experienced killing and seen more will you gradually develop, even if it is an invincible belief, you may need to have the support of the foundation.

And now Qingyanghuan is still a little hot!