The wind howled, wailing all over the field, and the filthy sound was like ten thousand arrows in unison, turning into empty arrows and shooting at Wu Qingyang.

In the face of a powerful attack, Wu Qingyang slowly raised the underworld in his hand, slowly and logically, not in a hurry, as if he had ten thousand jun in his hand, and it was difficult to lift it like a mountain or a sea.

He had a cold expression from beginning to end, and he couldn't see the slightest panic from the inside out, but the more this happened, the more the Dry Bone Ancestor felt dangerous, and he kept releasing his aura to enhance his power, and he had unconsciously used all his strength.

"Hum!" sounded, the sky shook, everything retreated, and the miserable scream instantly turned into a piercing noise, and even the crying tone disappeared, just like countless summer cicadas sounding at the same time, the noise was incomparable, and the power doubled again.

Even the Yuanying Consummation Cultivators couldn't resist it, and they retreated one after another, pushing it until it was a thousand zhang away, and those who cultivated lower retreated even further.

In the end, there were only a dozen people left who could stay in place, almost all of them were powerful gods, and only one Yuanying Monk was Wu Qingyang.

This is the terrible thing about the power of the gods, it doesn't matter how many primordial babies there are, it won't work if they attack them in groups.

On the battlefield, when the loud noise came in front of Wu Qingyang, it would be automatically split into two halves by a force, and he behind the black knife was not affected in the slightest.

No matter how powerful it is, if you can't attack people, it's still useless.

Seeing this situation, countless people's eyes widened, and an exclamation came from the crowd: "This is the perfect sword intent?!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, not only the Yuan Infant Stage, but also the various avatar powers, the Great Perfection Sword Intent is extremely rare, and the monks who cultivate the Dao of the Sword are already powerful in attack, if they master the Sword Intent again, the strength will increase more than ten times, and it is not impossible to challenge the level.

Wu Qingyang just smiled coldly, silently, raised the black knife with one hand, and under the shroud of the noise, the knife intent rose into the sky, cutting through the sky, and the bright moon hiding behind the black clouds was forced to reveal it.

Just by fusing the sword intent into the momentum, it can be used to attack the Dry Bone Ancestor at the beginning, and at the same time change the celestial phenomena, which shows how strong Wu Qingyang is.

The Dry Bone Ancestor is not an idiot, on the contrary, he is very cunning, and he knows very well in his heart that the other party is prepared, and he uses his prestige to ascend to the throne, and everything is thought through.

Seeing the current situation, he was not surprised, if this sound could not be stopped, then it was not the apprentice of the Dragon Butterfly Demon King.

The matter has come to this, if you want to survive, you can only kill Wu Qingyang, there is no other way, no matter how cowardly you are, you will fight hard in the face of death.

Secretly released a transparent and invisible thing from his arms, and swam towards Wu Qingyang in the chaos, and the soul dementor black bead and the magic sound giant came one after another.

The eagle-eyed martial arts are lightly raised, and naturally in the eyes, the body has not changed, on the contrary, holding the knife in both hands, closing the eyes, and the heart is like a mirror.

Even if tens of millions of attacks, what can I do?

The knife intent is brewing in the heart, there is a colorful light knife flying back and forth in the sea of knowledge, this is the knife intent, seven colors represent seven emotions, the formation of the knife intent is to integrate other emotions into the knife, pay attention to the unity of the human knife, the person is the knife, the knife is the person.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to do, even the talented Wu Qingyang has realized the sword intent in twenty years.

The colorful light knife suddenly broke out of the body and drilled into the black knife, and suddenly the black light flashed, the blade was white, and the cold light was exposed, and at the same time, a shadow in the spine blinked, and there was no change, only I felt that the black knife was more restrained and textured.

Just as he was brewing his sword intent, the Dementor Black Bead was already less than three inches away from his face, and the Demon Sound Giant's fist was close behind, and the situation was extremely critical.

The faces of the people around were solemn, and some girls also showed distressed expressions, and they couldn't bear to see a peerless beautiful man lose their fragrance.

I saw that Wu Qingyang slashed down with a knife, and a white mark was drawn in the dark night, from top to bottom, slowly, straight with a fluorescent white line.

It seemed to be slow, but in fact, there was only a moment, and the black beads, the magic sound giant, and the dry bone ancestor were all frozen in place.

The noise stopped abruptly, and the Dry Bone Ancestor showed an expression of disbelief, and a white line appeared on his shiny head.

Withdrawing the black knife and putting it in the scabbard, Wu Qingyang turned around and walked back, as if he wanted to escape, everyone didn't know what to do, only the eyes of the god of transformation revealed a look of jealousy.

Just listened, Wu Qingyang said coldly: "Come to me and kill the people who plot against the wrong people, behead!"

Holding a translucent thing in his hand, an animal that looked like an insect and a snake, Wu Qingyang knew what it was, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Wait!" A god powerhouse not far away spoke out to dissuade, of course they could see what Wu Qingyang was in his hand, and they couldn't stand being greedy.

Nether snake, a thing in the void, is flowing into the continent in space, extremely rare, less than three feet long, the looming gray scales are difficult to find, the mouth contains the best holy medicine that saves people's lives, and there are also extremely poisonous killing drugs, even the poisoning of the Yuan infancy is incurable.

But this is not the key, the most important thing is that you can shuttle through the space, that is, teleportation, which is very suitable for the transformation of the god realm to comprehend the power of the void and break through the key to the next layer, so this is the power of the god to be greedy.

Who knew that Wu Qingyang ignored it, and suddenly exerted force in his hand, making a "squeak" sound, which was short and powerful, ending the life of the Netherworld Snake.

The god transformation power didn't expect him to give face at all, and the god transformation monk who spoke before climbed into his brow angrily and said, "You! hmph! I don't know what to do!"

"No, my Nether Snake!" the Dry Bone Ancestor said in great grief, poof, blood flowed, splashing out in all directions, the Dry Bone Ancestor split in half, the appearance was extremely terrifying, the incision was flat and smooth, and there was no pain.

Even the Dry Bone Ancestor himself felt the pain after a few breaths, and the black beads were cut in half one after another, and the Demon Sound Giant had long since disappeared.

I didn't have time to feel sorry for the Nether Snake, spread out his hands, felt one drop or two, the blood that kept flowing, the Dry Bone Ancestor wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound, because his vocal cords were cut in half, and he kept roaring in his heart: "I'm a god! How can I lose to a little Yuanying! This is all an illusion!

The demon skeleton under his feet made a clicking sound and shattered, and a soul fire burst out from it to envelop the dry bone ancestor, burning him and torturing him.

If it is other Yuanying cultivators, the Dry Bone Ancestor thinks that it is not a problem, but what kind of person is Wu Qingyang, who masters the sword intent and inherits the Dragon Butterfly Demon King's exercises.

It just so happened that the contempt of the dry bone ancestor and the restraint of the attack would be so easy to be killed, the dementor black bead pays attention to group attacks, with one enemy, when encountering someone with lower strength than himself, how many people are not afraid, but they are afraid of breaking the face with points, and the person with super attack power is precisely Wu Qingyang is the latter.

It was so easy and simple to solve the Dry Bone Ancestor, and the previous powerful and powerful attack was cut open with a single knife and turned into nothing.

Not only did he cut off the dry bone ancestor, but even half of the sky behind him was split in two, and the sky suddenly opened up, and the bright moon was in the sky.

The silent, colorless, and tasteless attack was the most deadly, and everyone didn't see the knife qi, and the place where the black knife walked was as natural as if the door curtain had been opened.

When people die, the lights go out, and the dry bone ancestor can't make a sound, and he is roasted to death by the soul fire, and he can't even express his last words.

Heaven and earth suddenly roared, the wind howled, the thunder and lightning roared, the dark clouds gathered quickly, the clothes and robes blown by the nine turns of the gang wind whirred, and then the red stars fell to the earth, the blood rain became heavier and heavier, with a radius of more than 100,000 miles, and it was still spreading, and the faint smell of blood swept the battlefield.

Whenever a god dies with great power, heaven and earth share compassion and a person who is recognized by the way of heaven dies, just like his own child dies.

Only heaven and earth will cry, everyone else hates the ancestor of the dead bones, and they can't wait to be wiped out.

However, even if the god monk dies, the body and soul are indelible, if the soul is taken away, it is equivalent to being reborn and being a new person, and the body is like a diamond that is not broken, it will not rot for a hundred years, it will not rot for a thousand years, and it will be incarnated into an ancient zombie for ten thousand years, and it will be invincible in the flesh.

The corpses of the dead god-transforming monks of the past generations were the targets of the monks, and there were already many people around them with green eyes, ready to shoot at any time.

The black soul fire was still whimpering, and suddenly there was a cry begging for mercy from inside, "Save me, save me, I don't want to die yet, I want to be reincarnated!" The miserable howl of the Dry Bone Ancestor was similar to the sound in those dementor black beads, making people's scalps tingle.

It's a pity that no one wants to save him, his character is too poor, and soon the soul of the god cultivator was burned by the soul fire, turned into power and absorbed, just like this, a generation of great evil, died on the soul fire he refined, and he couldn't even be reincarnated, which was really interesting.

Soul fire is one of the three levels of flames of heaven, earth and man, earth-level fire, the soul of the Yuanying monk is very powerful, each of which is one in a million, nine hundred and ninety-nine souls devour each other, and then add a lot of spiritual things that enhance soul power, and the soul fire is specially formulated to restrain the power of the soul.

After the soul of the Dry Bone Ancestor was devoured, his strength became stronger again, and even the body of the Divine Transformation Monk could be burned, and there was a possibility that he would evolve into a heaven-level flame.

Under everyone's gaze, the Dry Bone Ancestor only had a storage bag and a ball of soul fire left, and the other spirit treasures were all cut off by Wu Qingyang.

At this time, everyone flashed a trace of longing, it was the storage bag of the Avatar Cultivator! There must be a lot of good things in it, as well as that soul fire, which has the potential to be promoted to heaven-level quality, and everyone wants both good things.

The dozen or so avatar powers also wanted to make a move, but for the sake of face, they didn't move.

Others didn't dare, but he dared lightly, the black knife in his hand slapped upward, and the scabbard flew in the air, then turned around and went straight to the storage bag.

In a few breaths, the black knife came back with the soul fire and the storage bag, and Wu Qingyang put it away calmly, preparing to leave.

At this time, the Ten Thousand Yuan Infant surrounded him, and more than a dozen avatar powers stood not far above his head.