Shen Qingyi, with his shadow, holds the Holy Sword of Slaughter...
Pan Kong stopped a few little guys who wanted to come forward.
"The inner demon calamity has begun!"
Red! Endless red!
Shen Qing held the broken sword in one hand and stood in this red world.
Another war!
A feeling of boredom and irritation came over me.
The wind blew, bringing with it a strong smell of blood.
Suddenly, a sound of breaking air was heard from the side, and Shen Qing instinctively avoided it.
The blood-stained sword stabbed past, Shen Qingyi dodged it, but cut off the head of a monk not far away.
The still hot blood suddenly splattered all over Shen Qingyi.
She subconsciously closed her eyes, and a monk next to her pushed her hard, and they both rolled to the ground. A dark shadow stood where they were just now.
The monk who had helped her quickly retreated with her. When they were finally out of the sight of the black shadow, the monk next to her breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're crazy! What's going on on the battlefield?! Do you know that if you were distracted just now, you might have been killed by those massacrers!"
"Slayer?"
Shen Qingyi couldn't help but mutter, as if he had never heard of this thing before, but at this moment he actually felt somewhat familiar with it.
"What? Did someone chop your brains out? Are you unconscious?! Those murderers are such bastards! There are wars going on everywhere, and they're still dragging people around for sacrifice! They're absolutely crazy! I've already ascended to the Celestial Realm, and before I can even enjoy the bliss, I'm being dragged here to this battlefield to do hard labor! Damn it! They're nothing but shit!"
The indignant male cultivator standing by made Shen Qingyi's mind even more confused.
"I don't know how long it will take for the Immortal Alliance to rescue us..."
Hearing his words, a monk who was seriously injured and still fighting hard couldn't help but feel a little desperate.
"Stop talking! No one from the Immortal Alliance will come! The Immortal Alliance headquarters has been captured!"
When this news came out, it was like a bolt from the blue.
The person being bombarded had a blank mind.
"The calamity of reincarnation... has begun!"
Huo Shen looked at the rapidly spinning dark clouds in the sky, and gradually he felt that the thing was like an eye.
Staring at this world in a strange way.
However, the ground was shaking more and more, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger. The pairs of dark eyes below were staring upwards.
Su Jin finally found Huo Shen, but when he took a look, he saw no sign of Shen Qingyi, so he couldn't help but ask anxiously.
"Did something happen to Master Uncle? Where's Junior Sister Shen?"
Huo Shen didn't say much. The pressure around him was still rising, and Su Jin would soon be unable to hold on here.
Although Su Jin also practiced the ruthless way, his ruthlessness was of a relatively gentle kind, of course, this was within the ruthless way.
The spiritual power in his hands quickly gathered and pushed Su Jin away.
"Wait outside! Don't make trouble! I'll deal with the rest of the matter after I finish dealing with things here!"
Su Jin was pushed out of the pressure area by Huo Shen.
The Kunyun in his hand, the skills in his body, and the familiar aura all made Huo Shen think of one thing!
The holy sword that was said to have been suppressed back to the Divine Weapon Tomb, Wuchen!
Shen Qingyi mechanically killed the people, demons, other races, and unconscious monsters that rushed up.
Apart from red, nothing else can be seen in the world.
Apart from the roars of fighting, the only sounds around were heavy breathing. The air that was inhaled, apart from the smell of burning, was filled with a strong, nauseating smell of blood.
She watched as more and more people fell, and her comrades and friends beside her fell one after another.
Even the monk who had pulled her at the beginning had his eyes wide open, half-kneeling not far away, completely lifeless.
A surge of anger rose in Shen Qingyi's heart, a mixture of intense sadness, despair and anger that made her whole body tremble.
"Bang!"
The shattered immortal robes scattered everywhere, and the chaotic power in the air told her that someone had self-destructed again!
However, the monk who blew himself up used his body to block the dense monsters rushing forward, trying to buy a little rest time for his teammates behind him.
However, it was only a short break, as the densely packed monsters behind and the killers hiding in the battlefield immediately rushed up.
Here, life is not respected at all!
The continuous falling of monks made people even more desperate.
Corpses piled up like mountains! Blood formed rivers!
A sharp pain came from his back. A killer's sword had penetrated into Shen Qingyi's back. Shen Qingyi gritted his teeth and swung the pen in his hand violently, shaking the killer away.
As soon as one person retreated, a second one rushed forward.
There are endless enemies to kill, so make them retreat again and again!
Everyone's eyes turned bloodshot.
"These bastards!"
The sad roar had no effect at all.
Looking at another wave of monsters rushing forward, an old man rushed out holding the painting in his hand.
"Master Feng!"
There was a shrill cry from behind.
The exhibition grew larger and fell down on the group of monsters.
The light spread out, trying to collect the monsters into the scroll, but the tattered scroll was obviously at the end of its strength.
The old man's figure was submerged in the monster.
“Why?! Why?!”
"Heaven and earth are cruel! Heaven and earth are cruel!"
The monks around were in a very miserable state, and many of the weapons in their hands were almost half-used.
“Boom!”
A loud noise was heard and everyone looked up at the sky suddenly. However, the fall of the holy light made everyone feel cold.
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