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Seeing Song Qingshu's weird expression, the more the old man talked about the arrogance on his face, the more obvious he was. Looking at Song Qingshu was like looking at his own things.

Although he didn't know the cultivation level of Song Qingshu, where could the cultivation level of the cultivator who can pursue the evil sun be so high?

According to the old man's estimation, Song Qingshu was only the strongest person in the transformation of the gods. Although he was far beyond his reach, the old man was not afraid of the formation.

He believes that even if the power of the god transformation is here, he will undoubtedly die.

Seeing the old man’s increasingly wild smile, Song Qingshu shook his head helplessly, and looked at the old man indifferently and said: "I am in a good mood before I am ready to let you go. Who knows if you are so ignorant of good or bad, if so, then you go to hell."

Following Song Qingshu's words, the joy in the old man's eyes disappeared and turned into a cold and cruel color.

"Hmph, dare to be arrogant in front of the old man, no matter what, you can become the old man's nourishment!"

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't see any movement. The red mist that had wrapped it into a sphere around him exploded, and in a blink of an eye the entire grotto was filled.

The scarlet fog seemed to have magical powers. Whenever it passed Song Qingshu's eyes, the blood in his body would be vaguely disturbed, as if to break out of his body.

However, it was just a bit of a feeling, and even without using divine power, Song Qingshu's thoughts moved slightly, and the power of blood in his body stabilized by itself.

"Huh? Hehe, a little bit capable."

Seeing Song Qingshu's unmoved appearance, the old man on the stone platform flashed a trace of anxiety in his heart. In order to conceal his anxiety, the old man's originally dry flesh was full of mana.

"Chichi"

As the old man's mana rushed to the stone platform below him, his dry body was a little less bloody, and it looked like an active corpse. In the sunken eye sockets, muddy old eyes were carefully looking forward.yuyV is under him, a series of scarlet pistols drilled out of the formation pattern of the stone platform, and the roads were like snakes and floods. Although they were not wise, they were extremely flexible under the control of the old man. They all belonged to Song Qingshu. The location flies.

In a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu's location turned into a big scarlet mist.

A series of blushing horses swept across Song Qingshu, as if trying to draw something out of his body, but Song Qingshu did not move like a mountain, even if it was the skirt of the clothes, it would be difficult to blow.

As time goes by, the face of the old man on the stone platform becomes more and more ugly. Although those scarlet puppets are terrifying, he can feel it as the master. In such a long time, he clearly has not absorbed a trace of blood. To.

Just when he was in doubt, a chuckle came from the big ball of mist: "Not bad, it is indeed difficult for the monks who have just entered the realm of the gods to stop this bloodline riot. If you let you do it recklessly, I am afraid this Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range It's really going to become a mountain of ghosts."

There was only the whistling of mist in the quiet stone room, and Song Qingshu's chuckle came out at this time, like thunder blowing in the ears of the old man.

At the same time as his heart tightened, he gritted his teeth and connected the seals, and the stone array pattern under him was even more light.

But at this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded behind him.

"Only so capable? If this stone platform is your support, then you can go to death."

As the sneer came out, the old man screamed strangely, before he could turn his head, the red mist that had surrounded the big ball galloped towards him like lightning, trying to protect himself.

Song Qingshu was quite disdainful of this and stretched out his hand and waved gently.

The next moment, the old man was horrified, and saw the boundless divine power gushing out behind him, and the scarlet pikes were easily crushed by that divine power.

The crushed mist struggled and circulated in the air, and it seemed that it would resume its original shape and continue to rush out in the next moment. However, when the mist surged, the divine power that crushed it before moved again.

Those divine powers did not disappear with the use of the move, but instead turned into a colorless grinding disc in the air, and the huge grinding disc filled the entire grotto.

The grinding wheel slowly turned, as if the terrifying power of natural disasters and earth calamities spread, and the red mist was ground into the purest divine power in the world.

"puff!"

As the red mist was wiped out, the old man was implicated, and the blood spurted from his mouth and collapsed, and the stone platform under him was shining with red light, as if he was about to go out at any time.

At this moment, the old man who was limp on the ground raised his head with difficulty and looked at Song Qingshu, who was unscathed behind him. The old man's eyes turned to despair in amazement.

Heaven is going to kill me, why a mere evil sun can attract so much power, is it really going to kill me?

"Hehe, I gave you a chance before, you are not sure about it yourself."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly at the despair in the eyes of the old man and didn't care. Such people who harmed the world would be killed when they were killed.

However, before starting to kill the old man, Song Qingshu said lightly.

"Hand over the evil spirits, I will keep your corpse, otherwise the gods will be destroyed!"

After hearing Song Qingshu’s cold words, the old man’s face was even more miserable. He smiled bitterly: "This senior, can't you really give the younger generation a chance? The younger generation will now have a life span and let me survive." A few days."

The old man's remarks are true. Just now Song Qingshu wiped out the scarlet fog, which seemed simple but wiped out all the spiritual thoughts contained in the old man's fog. For his unbearable body, it was the last thing that crushed the camel. straw.

"Hehe, still the original words, hand over the evil spirits, I will leave your corpse, otherwise the spirit will be destroyed."

Song Qingshu smiled indifferently to the old man's begging for mercy, and walked lightly to the old man's side.

At this time, the old man was seriously injured, and the light of the stone platform under him disappeared. Seeing such indifferent words from Song Qingshu, the old man's eyes flashed viciously.

"Since the predecessor has decided, I just want to keep a whole body."

As if he knew his end, the old man smiled miserably, his body limp on the ground struggling to get up, and then he started to pinch his hands firmly.

I saw that with the pinch of the hand, a golden light began to appear on his pale face, and a golden dot appeared on the old man's forehead.

Chapter 1401

The golden light flashed, illuminating the entire grotto like daylight, and at the same time, a terrible heat wave spread from the old man.

"Chichi"

The flames hadn't completely burst out of the old man's body, but a little scorching sound had been heard from the grotto.

I don't know how long it took, as the old man's hand was pinched, the golden dot on his forehead finally appeared in the air.

It was a golden flame the size of a thumb. However, unlike ordinary flames, this golden flame was like a slurry, and there were strange flowing black patterns in it. The terrifying heat wave made the void seem to fluctuate.

Song Qingshu recognized at a glance that this was exactly the evil sun essence he was looking for during this trip, and it was accepted by the old man as he expected.

"Senior, please hurry up and conquer, I am not driven by mana."

Just when Song Qingshu saw the evil day Yan Jing was slightly engrossed, the old man's anxious voice came out. Hearing that Song Qingshu smiled at him, did not speak, and directly reached out to catch the evil day Yan Jing.

Seeing Song Qingshu's ignorant behavior, the viciousness in the eyes of the old man can hardly be concealed.

"So arrogant, go to hell!"

With a grinning laugh, the old man slammed his hands forward, only to see that the nail-sized fluid flame burst into an astonishing heat wave again from the outside, and his body shape became the size of a human head in a blink of an eye.

"Haha, die, I won't be with you anymore!"

Although the evil spirits broke out, the old man did not dare to stay for a long time, and his thin and weak body threw out to the side.

At this moment, the demon snake who had followed the old man didn't know where it came from, but it took the old man's body and galloped away.

The old man sitting on the back of the demon snake looked back on the stone platform, and saw that Song Qingshu on it had been enveloped by the terrifying golden flames. Only then did the old man breathe a sigh of relief.

Although this person's strength can be terrifying, it is really stupid. Even though the function of improving the quality of the fairy material is limited, the power of the evil sun is no less than that of the sun.

If the old man hadn't had the chance to obtain the inheritance of a cultivator of the gods, and the evil sun flame essence in the inheritance had been subdued, he would have no way to obtain this evil sun flame essence.

At this moment, the shackles of the evil sun flame spirit were released by the old man, and he believed that even if the cultivator of the god-transition realm resisted hard, he would definitely die.

Although the old man didn’t expect that Hari Sun Yan Jing could burn Song Qingshu to death after experiencing what happened just now, he believed that the person would not give up Hari Sun Yan Jing at will. As long as the other party wants to get that Hari Sun Yan Jing, he can do The old man got a little chance to escape, he was very satisfied.

"Take my chance, take my evil day Yanjing, I will kill you sooner or later!"

Regarding Song Qingshu's terrifying strength, although the old man knew that he was invincible, he did not have the slightest fear. He even started to think about how to avenge him in the future.

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"Hehe, I run very fast." yuyV

After the tea ceremony passed, Song Qingshu in the cave stood with his hands shouldered and smiled at the direction of the old man's escape. In front of him, a golden flame as large as his thumb was swaying in the air.

The astonishing temperature caused the rocks in the grotto to sneer, but Song Qingshu at the moment was not at all moved by the astonishing temperature.

Because this evil day Yanjing has changed its owner, for his own master, although this evil day Yanjing has no intelligence, it can do no harm.

"This bad day Yanjing is worthy of a natural treasure, and I think it should be even worse that day. No wonder it is also a rare thing for the Wonderland powerhouse. But that's it for me."

With a soft smile, Song Qingshu waved his hand and walked out of the cave, while that bad day Yanjing was like a good baby. Following Song Qingshu's wave of hand, it clung to the back of his hand and turned into a golden flame in a blink of an eye. mark.

At the moment when it became the flame mark, the heat wave in the air disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

In the winding cave, Song Qingshu walked briskly. As long as he killed the old man during this trip, he was going to find a place to retreat for a while.

This cave was originally a good option for Song Qingshu, but at the moment...

"Come out! This vicious villain has finally come out!"

The moment Song Qingshu stepped out of the cave, a sharp voice came out, and Song Qingshu looked at it amused.

In front of him, the originally dense jungle had been cut down, and thousands of monks were standing in this temporarily opened open space, and behind them, there were more and more people coming.

Seeing Song Qingshu walking out of the cave at this moment, many people glared at him. The magic weapon in their hands seemed to be culled at any time.

Seeing the dense crowd in front of him, a weird smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face. Upon closer inspection, there was no such old man in the crowd.

"Everyone, why are you blocking me here?"

Seeing the angry crowd in front of him, Song Qingshu had already understood in his heart, but he still said amusedly.

Hearing his question, the cultivators became even more angry. One of the middle-aged people who had cultivated the Yuan Ying came out with a half-human sledgehammer in his hands. His bronze-colored face was full of anger, pointing to Song Qingshu’s Nose cursing.

"You still have the face to ask us?! Just now you secretly operated the Blood Sun Jinggong Magic Array, why didn't you have the face to say? If Senior Bailing discovered that your evil intentions interrupted you, how can we people still survive? !"

Song Qingshu didn't get angry about the middle-aged man's cursing, but instead spoke curiously.

"Bailing? That old man?"

But Song Qingshu didn't expect that his inquiry would be the middle-aged man's more rude curse.

"Shut up! What are you? You deserve to be called Senior Bailing?! If you had not absorbed the spirit blood by your demon, Senior Bailing would be our first genius in Yunhai State. He is only twenty years old, how could he be? Become like that?!"

Seeing the impudence of the middle-aged man, the smile on Song Qingshu's face gradually diminished, and a trace of coldness flashed in his unsentimental eyes.

He didn't expect the old man to be so vicious, he just had to escape, and he deliberately splashed dirty water on him.

Moreover, a first genius who was only twenty years old, he was short-sighted for the sake of his little Dharma eyes and harmed him like that. Now he still has the face to blame Song Qingshu for the reason, and he also pretends to be a good person who saves everyone. , Can be really interesting.

Seeing Song Qingshu's smile receding, the middle-aged man thought he was scared, and the sledgehammer in his hand was heavy on the ground, and the invisible fluctuations spread out around him.

"Don't say we haven't given you a chance, we will offer you a bad day Yanjing, self-funded cultivation base, and we will plead guilty to Senior Bailing, otherwise it will be difficult to keep your whole body!"

Chapter 1402

Seeing the crowds of low-level cultivators in front of him, Song Qingshu was a bit speechless. He could kill a bunch of these people with a wave of his hand. Where did their courage make him take the blame?

"ignorance."

For the ignorance of these people, Song Qingshu could only shake his head and sigh slightly.

At the beginning, he only regarded the Bailing as an old man, so he didn't see the traces of the flames burning on the opponent's body, but these people knew the actual age of the Bailing. It is not difficult to guess what happened.

As a result, these people actually listened to the one-sided words of Bai Ling, and it was ridiculous to say it.

"Who do you say is ignorant?! Boy, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. What if you have beaten senior Bailing? Can you beat so many of us?"

The word ignorance in Song Qingshu's mouth was clear to the monks in the open space. The middle-aged man picked up the sledgehammer in his hand and looked at Song Qingshu with unkind eyes.

Song Qingshu could only sneer at the non-threatening threat of the other party.

"I said you are ignorant, you can't even see right from wrong, so why don't you see why Bailing has become an old man?"

"It is clear that he used the evil Sun Flame Essence to temper his body for a temporary benefit. In the end, he tried to use the Blood Sun Essence Technique to restore his body and was interrupted by me. Otherwise, you still have the right to talk to me alive. ?"

Song Qingshu's words can be used as any cultivator of the gods to guess the clues immediately, but the cultivation level of this group of people is really too low, plus the long-lasting good impression of the Bailing, how can they believe it.

"Huh, quibble! How can Senior Bailing use that bad sun flame or temper himself for a while? Will we use our lives to restore his body in the end?! It's a thief calling to catch a thief!"

The middle-aged man looked proudly and looked at Song Qingshu with disdain. When he talked about Bailing, he was like a lofty god. These words made the eyes of the people who had been shaken by Song Qingshu's words firm again.

Correct!How could Senior Bailing be such a genius putting them at risk because of temporary gain?It must be this gangster calling out to catch the thief.yuyV "I am ignorant."

Regarding the firmness in the eyes of these low-level cultivators, Song Qingshu shook his head and sighed, no longer entangled with them, turned and flew into the air.

However, just as his body just moved, a loud bang came from behind him, and the waves of mana surged.

"Since you don't take the initiative to admit defeat, then go to death!"

It was the middle-aged Yuanying monk who started his hand. At this moment, the giant hammer in his hand was in his hands. As he hit Song Qingshu's head with a hammer, an aura giant hammer with a radius of nearly ten feet appeared in the air. Time is full of momentum.

And many Yuan Ying monks who were waiting in the crowd were moved when they saw this, thinking that the middle-aged man could not take the chance, so he flew after him.

The Nascent Soul monks in the crowd made their moves, as if they had thrown a huge boulder in a calm pond. Almost all monks who could fly away flew up, attacking Song Qingshu with spells or magical treasures.

Only a small part of them either can't even fly, or those who are skeptical have not made it.