Dodo's eyes widened in the distance.
Such a strong bloody aura!
Chen Qingyi looked at the group of Saint King Palace monks who were gathered together, closed his eyes slightly, and exhaled.
"Wu Chen!"
When he looked up again, his eyes had turned blood red.
"According to my intention, open the killing zone!"
The sound of wind around suddenly stopped.
“Kachakacha!”
The wind in the Black Wind Mouth had already begun to die down, but at this moment it suddenly began to rage again.
The blood evil power attracted the soul power and yin energy here.
In addition, the Yin energy of Yinshan is heavy, which makes the blood evil power around it even stronger.
With the Black Wind Mouth as the center, a strong wind blew up, and the trees in the Yinshan Mountains swayed, making strange creaking sounds. At this moment, in the dark clouds of the Yinshan Mountains, there was something like a monster with bared fangs and claws.
After the first bony hand appeared, the second bony hand appeared again, and then more and more bony hands appeared.
Pan Kong in the space also had to be extremely alert and start!
The Fallen Angel Realm is no different from other places. The rules of God are dominant here.
If Shen Qingyi wants to place the rules of the Fallen Demon Abyss in the Fallen God Realm, he must have a medium!
These media can be formations or bloody evil spirits!
From the moment Shen Qingyi entered the Fallen Angel Realm, just as she said, they were destined to be in a bloody battle.
The best way to open up this path is to achieve enlightenment through the Nascent Soul stage! Enlightenment is ruthless and murderous!
Although this plan was discussed by him and Shen Qingyi long ago, Shen Qingyi has now mastered some of the basics of the fusion of Confucianism and Ruthlessness, which is much better than expected at the beginning.
But Pan Kong couldn't help but worry. The path of ruthlessness and killing was not so easy...
This bloody road is destined to be filled with bloodshed, slaughter, oppression and despair...
If there is time, let Shen Qingyi grow again and again, let her state of mind be more powerful, let her have more options...
Pan Kong sighed. Now he could only do his best to assist Shen Qingyi, so that he could stay awake on this bloody road and not be blinded by the blood evil. In the end, he would become like those countless monks who failed to achieve enlightenment, and become a walking corpse without thoughts and feelings, who only knew how to kill!
The bloody evil power around was becoming increasingly dense, almost condensing into substance. With the blessing of Yinshan and the Black Wind's Mouth, it became even more terrifying.
The pupils of the onlookers shrank.
The cultivators of the Immortal Alliance felt something strange in the air, then looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, and their gaze finally fell on the center of the battle, which was obscured by flying sand and rocks.
The energy spreading there at this moment... is not spiritual power!
"retreat!"
“Kachakacha!”
The shaking of the ground made some retreating monks look over.
Under the dead branches and leaves on the ground, countless white bones and sharp claws flashing with cold light were exposed without their knowledge.
Yu Yan, who was advancing rapidly towards Yinshan, finally entered the Yinshan area with a group of Yu family disciples.
However, the moment they entered Yinshan Mountain, they felt something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere, so Yu Yan suddenly raised his hand to signal, and the Yu family disciples following him stopped.
"grown ups?"
Yu Yan released his spiritual sense. He naturally knew the basic common sense about Yinshan. He had also led some disciples of the Yu family into Yinshan before.
He knew all about the miasma and poisonous gas of Yinshan Mountain, its influence on the spiritual consciousness of cultivators, as well as the cold environment and the gathering of poisons here.
But something is wrong in Yinshan at this moment!
The fallen leaves on the ground were still there, a thick layer, damp and with a rotten smell.
All the Yu family disciples had swallowed the specially made detoxification pills before entering Yinshan.
After Yu Yan carefully sensed it with his spiritual sense, he suddenly opened his eyes.
As a demon cultivator, he is naturally more sensitive to certain auras, coupled with the power of his bloodline.
The air around was filled with a strong smell of blood!
And the terrifying power of blood!
"Quick! Move towards the Black Wind Mouth at full speed!"
Even though Yu Yan believed in Shen Qingyi's strength, he could not withstand the large number of monks from the Holy King Palace in this small world of fallen gods.
Moreover, due to the inaction and taking advantage of the misfortune of some Immortal Alliance monks, there is no guarantee that Shen Qingyi will not fall into the gutter.
He didn't want the good seedling that the Yu family had finally found to die halfway!
Mou Zizheng gritted his teeth and slapped the place where the wind sound came from.
"Bang!"
"puff!"
Blood splattered on his face. It was obvious that the full-strength attack he had just made at the high-level Yuanying stage had landed on the cultivator. However, before he could be happy, his eyes were fixed on the cultivator who had his eyes wide open and could not close them in death.
"Guzi!"
Seeing Gu Zi slowly falling and revealing the figure of the monk behind him, Mou Zizheng's eyes turned bloodshot.
Most of his team was lost in just half a quarter of an hour!
Now the remaining half are still injured or disabled.
All this is thanks to Shen Qingyi!
And this person now asked him to kill his good brother with his own hands!
"Shen Qingyi! I'm going to kill you!"
They can no longer hold on!
Only half a quarter of an hour had passed, and the rescue he was waiting for still hadn't arrived...
Mou Zizheng no longer cared about the fear deep in his heart, which now turned into anger.
Looking at Mou Zizheng rushing towards Shen Qingyi, the faces of several followers around him changed, and they all rushed over.
There was a strong murderous intent in Shen Qingyi's eyes, and blood was still dripping from the tip of Wuchen.
Apart from the power of the Holy King Palace's burning bloodline, the only thing left in the air was bloody killing.
A cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul took the initiative and stabbed Shen Qingyi in the vest.
The dagger flashed with blue light, indicating that the edge of the dagger was soaked in poison.
A chill came over him, and Shen Qingyi threw a backhand punch.
The fist landed on the ribs of the cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. Suddenly, a crisp sound of "crack" was heard. At the same time, he twisted his body to avoid the dagger.
The moment the cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul flew backwards, a mysterious icy flame spread out from under Shen Qing's feet.
Step by step, flames appeared. The fire was cold, and the moment it wrapped around the monk, a heart-wrenching scream was heard.
Chen Qingyi showed no mercy and struck out with his sword. The Dustless Holy Sword pierced straight through the monk's chest.
He drew out the Dustless Sword swiftly, and the blood that came out formed a crescent moon in the air. The broadsword turned again in the air and collided with a monk rushing towards him.
"Bang!"
Blood scattered from the air, splashed on the scorched ground, and was covered by dust.
However, the blood dripping on the dead branches and leaves was a bit dazzling in the dark forest, especially against the backdrop of the white bones.
The screams around continued.
Shen Qingyi's Dustless Sword had already fallen towards Mou Zizheng.
The broadsword, filled with murderous intent, directly cut off the arm of the monk who was trying to block the broadsword.
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