After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 857 Chase

Dodu's eyes widened in the distance.

Such a strong bloody aura!
Shen Qingyi looked at the group of monks from the Holy King's Hall who were close together, closed his eyes slightly, and let out a breath.

"Dust free!"

Looking up again, both eyes turned blood red.

"With my intention, open the domain of killing!"

The surrounding wind suddenly stopped.

"Crack Kacha!"

The wind at the Black Wind's Mouth had originally meant to gradually stop, but at this moment it suddenly started to riot again.

The power of blood evil attracted the soul power here.

Coupled with the heavy yin energy of Yinshan Mountain, it made the blood evil power around it even more intense.

With the Black Wind's Mouth as the center, the strong wind blew up, and the trees in the Yin Mountain swayed, making weird creaking sounds. At this moment, in the cloudy Yin Mountain, there were some monsters with teeth and claws.

After the first bone hand appeared, the second bone hand appeared again, and then more and more one after another.

Pankong in the space also had to cheer up and start!

The Fallen God Small Realm is no different than other places, the rules of the gods here are dominant.

If Shen Qingyi wants to let go of the rules of the Fallen Abyss in the Fallen God Small Realm, there must be an intermediary!

And these mediums can be formations, or blood evil energy!
From the moment Shen Qingyi entered the Fallen Angel Realm, just as she said, they were destined to have a bloody battle.

And the best way to open up this road is Nascent Soul Enlightenment!Prove the way is ruthless, prove the way to kill!
Although this plan was discussed by him and Shen Qing early in the morning, now Shen Qingyi has grasped some superficial aspects of the integration of Confucianism and Daoism with Ruthless Dao, which is much better than expected at the beginning.

But Pan Kong still couldn't help worrying, how could the Ruthless Dao's killing path be so easy...

This road of blood is destined to be full of blood, killing, oppression and despair...

If there is time, let Shen Qing grow a little bit more, make her mental state stronger, and let her have more choices...

Pankong sighed, now he can only do his best to assist Shen Qingyi, so that he can keep his sobriety on this bloody road, so that he will not be blinded by the blood evil, and finally become the one of those countless monks who failed to prove the Dao. Like, reduced to a walking dead who has no thoughts and feelings but only knows how to kill!

The more intense blood evil power around is almost condensed into substance, and with the blessing of Yinshan and Black Wind's Mouth, it becomes even more terrifying.

The pupils of the onlookers shrank.

The monks of Xianmeng felt the strange air flow in the air, and then looked at the dark clouds that were gathering in the sky, and their eyes finally fell on the battle center where the sight was blocked by flying sand and stones.

The energy spreading there at this moment...is not spiritual power!
"retreat!"

"Crack Kacha!"

The vibration of the ground caused some retreating monks to look away.

Under the dry branches and fallen leaves on the ground, without them realizing it, countless white bones and sharp claws gleaming with cold light were exposed.

Yu Yan, who was quickly advancing towards Yinshan Mountain, finally led a group of Yu family disciples into the Yinshan Mountain area.

It was only at the moment when he entered the Yin Mountain that the aura around him was not right, so Yu Yan suddenly raised his hand to signal, and all the disciples of the Yu family who followed him stopped in their tracks.

"grown ups?"

Yu Yan let go of his spiritual sense, the basic common sense of Yinshan, he naturally knows that he also led some Yu family disciples into Yinshan.

He is aware of the miasma and poisonous gas in Yinshan Mountain, the impact on the monks' spiritual consciousness, the cold environment here, and the accumulation of poisonous substances.

But at this moment, there is something wrong with Yinshan Mountain!
The fallen leaves on the ground were still the same, a thick layer, damp and smelling of decay.

All the disciples of the Yu family had already swallowed the specially made detoxification pill before entering the Yin Mountain.

Yu Yan's spiritual consciousness felt it carefully, and suddenly opened his eyes.

As a demon cultivator, he is naturally more sensitive to the feeling of some breaths, coupled with the power of blood.

And the surrounding air is filled with a strong smell of blood!

And the terrifying power of blood!
"Quick! Head towards the mouth of the black wind at full speed!"

Even though Yu Yan believed in Shen Qingyi's strength, he couldn't bear the fact that there were so many monks in the Holy King's Hall in the small world of the Fallen God.

Moreover, the inaction and depravity of some cultivators of the Immortal Alliance made it difficult to guarantee that Shen Qing would not capsize in the gutter.

He didn't want a good seedling that Yu's family had finally found to die on the way!
Mou Zizheng gritted his teeth, and slapped the spot where the wind just came.

"Oh!"

"puff!"

Blood spattered on his face. It was obvious that the high-level Nascent Soul blow he had just hit with all his strength fell on the monk. However, before he could be happy, his gaze was fixed on the staring, unrepentant monk.

"Guzi!"

Watching Gu Zi slowly fall to reveal the figure of a monk behind him, Mou Zizheng's eyes were bloodshot.

His entire team lost more than half of it in just half an hour!
Now the remaining one-half is still injured and crippled.

All of this is thanks to Shen Qingyi!
And this person, now let him kill his good brother with his own hands!

"Shen Qingyi! I'm going to kill you!"

They can hardly hold on anymore!

It was only half a quarter of an hour, and the waiting rescue has not yet arrived...

Mou Zizheng could no longer take into account the fear deep in his heart, and at this moment everything turned into anger.

Seeing Mou Zizheng rushing towards Shen Qingyi, the expressions of the surrounding followers couldn't help changing, and they also rushed over one after another.

Shen Qing's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the tip of Wuchen was still dripping with blood.

Remove the power of the burning blood of the Holy King Palace from the surrounding air, and only bloody killings remain.

A monk in the mid-Yuanying stage preemptively stabbed Shen Qingyi in the back.

The dagger flashed blue, indicating that the edge of the dagger was soaked in poison.

The coolness hit, Shen Qing punched backhand.

The fist landed on the ribs of the middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and there was a crisp click sound, and at the same time, he twisted his body to avoid the dagger.

The moment the monk in the mid-Yuanying period flew upside down, mysterious icy flames spread out from Shen Qing's feet.

Step by step, step by step, the flames came out, and the flames were cold, and at the moment they wrapped around the cultivator, there was also a heart-piercing scream.

Shen Qingyi didn't show mercy, and with a sword strike, the Wuchen Holy Sword went straight through the monk's chest.

He drew out the Wuchen sword neatly, and the blood that was brought out formed a crescent moon in the air. The broad sword turned again in the air, and collided with a monk rushing in front again.

"Oh!"

Blood scattered from mid-air and splashed onto the scorched ground, covered by dust.

However, the blood dripping on the dead branches and leaves is a bit dazzling in the dark forest, especially under the support of the white bones.

The surrounding screams continued.

Shen Qingyi's Wuchen sword had already fallen towards Mou Zizheng.

Carrying the broad sword wrapped in killing intent, he directly chopped off the arm of the monk who was trying to stop the broad sword.

(End of this chapter)