Chapter 425

The monk in the distance watched as Liu Lao's head was brutally crushed by Song Fei, leaving only one Yuanying begging for mercy. He seemed to feel that the whole world was gray and life could not see the future.

Friar Yuanying, how many people have devoted their whole life to the realm that can only be reached after countless times of near death. They have fallen into such a pitiful situation and are begging for mercy from a young man.

The huge pressure also enveloped the people. Friars Yuanying were already in danger. When the dust of the dialogue between Song Fei and Liu Lao settled, it was their turn.

"Let me go." seeing the green xuanjian approaching, old Liu's Yuanying roared, "I'm willing to swear allegiance to you. If you betray, five thunders will roar. You need to know that the monk values his promise."

If you make a heavy oath to heaven, you really can't betray, otherwise there will be great disaster every time you break through.

A subordinate of Yuanying is definitely a capable assistant. Old Liu feels that he has spoken to this, and the other party will be moved.

"You deserve to be my subordinate? This is an insult to my subordinate." this is the last sentence Liu heard in the world. Never thought that Song Fei didn't even think about it for a second, so he decisively killed his Yuanying.

Yuan Ying dissipated and became the most basic heaven and earth aura. In a moment, the aura in this heaven and earth became extremely rich. If you can cultivate in such a rich heaven and earth aura, the cultivation speed can be increased by a hundred times.

Of course, this kind of richness is not comparable to the place where the aura of heaven and earth is rich. In that place, the aura can be maintained for a long time, and here, with the gradual absorption of the aura, it will fade away quickly.

After killing old Liu's Yuanying, Song Fei narrowed his eyes and looked at more than 20 monks in the spirit realm and golden elixir in front of him, showing a charming smile: "it's time to send you on the road. In order to alleviate your pain, I suggest you make a better self-determination."

"Brothers, fight with him." a friar drank loudly, then held a flying sword and chopped at Song Fei.

After seeing Song Fei's cruel means, seeing someone take the lead, other monks also used their own magic to blow at Song Fei.

"Holy land, golden elixir." Song Fei's voice was very light, as if he were talking to himself. "Once upon a time, I looked in awe at the friar of golden elixir. For the friar of holy land, I seemed to see an immortal. Time was like running water. In a moment, these people became so weak." the voice fell, and the huge green and dark sword in the air flashed golden light again, A spell that bombards many people.

"Wan Shuang has a heavy feeling. It's hard to kill you. Let me be the executioner." Song Fei sighed, and the majestic mana burst out in an instant. All kinds of spells in front of him were cut empty by the green Xuan sword.

These people will not be Liu's opponent, let alone Song Fei.

The green Xuan sword didn't stay any longer. After breaking many spells, it came to the top of everyone's head in an instant. Then he cut off the frightened and helpless faces below.

"Qianqian, I'm wrong, please forgive me." Li RuRu looked at Yan Qianqian with pathetic eyes. Yan Qianqian bit his lips and ruthlessly avoided Li RuRu's eyes.

"Ah!" without hesitation, the green xuanjian cut off the beautiful and flirtatious Li RuRu, which immediately disappeared into a wisp of smoke. Then endless sword gas was emitted, and any monk who survived was cut and crushed under the sword gas.

The blood poured into the land below like rain. The sky covering bowl immediately threw a yellow halo and sucked in all the dropped storage rings. No matter how small mosquitoes are, they are also meat. Moreover, these are big mosquitoes. Song Fei will not let go of their storage rings.

In just a few breaths, the world was much cleaner. There were many monks, but now there are only old Nangong and old Chen who fought with Jun wanshuang in the distance.

Song Fei saw that although Jun wanshuang was beating two old men, it might be because he had just entered the realm of Yuanying. He was not proficient in the use of magic. He was practicing with two old men.

Seeing this, Song Fei didn't hurry to help. He practiced silently and absorbed the rich aura in the air.

The cold air of the air is overflowing, and the whole sky has become a sea of ice and snow. Two old men have been guarding outside the cold spring cave for many years. What they understand is also the way of cold ice. No wonder they covet the inheritance of the saint.

The victory or defeat is doomed. Song Fei has no intention to see Jun wanshuang fight with them. He just blocks the sky and doesn't let the two old men escape.

After practicing silently for a while, Song Fei has recovered to his peak, and then began to count his income this time.

The most valuable ring is naturally the ring from old man Liu in Yuanying territory. It is worthy of being a Yuanying expert who has lived for thousands of years. The value of the storage ring is about 300000 spirit stones.

As for the wealth of more than 20 other people, they are not as valuable as old man Liu. Thirty people, including seven or eight spiritual monks, have a combined wealth of only 250000.

Killing people and seizing treasure is indeed the best shortcut to get rich.

After Song Fei sighed, he immediately swept at the two old men, as if he saw the two big bosses of the best equipment in the online game, and it was still the kind that would explode.

The battle was coming to an end. Before long, although the two old men tried their best, they were still unable to defeat Jun wanshuang's icy way and were successfully killed by Jun wanshuang.

Since then, all the friars and two old Yuanying who came to intercept Yan Qianqian were killed.

As for the storage rings left by the two old men, Song Fei used the cover bowl to inhale the bottom of the bowl. Jun wanshuang smiled faintly and didn't say much.

Soon, the three met.

"Do you know?" Yan Qianqian suddenly found that things were more complicated than he thought.

"We know each other very well." Song Fei nodded expressionless.

"Saint, save my family." remembering the moment when she escaped, Yan Qianqian's tears fell again.

"Don't worry, I'll go now." Jun wanshuang stroked Yan Qianqian's tears and said softly.

At this time, all the senior leaders of the black fire sect left and naturally let Jun wanshuang in and out. Jun wanshuang was already familiar with the black fire sect and could no longer be familiar with it. Although he met many low-level monks along the way, these people didn't dare to stop because Jun wanshuang took the lead and the master was not there.

Originally, Song Fei asked if he wanted to kill all the people he saw. He was directly rejected by Jun wanshuang. Anyway, many people here are not participants in the conspiracy, or don't know the inside story at all. As former colleagues, Jun wanshuang can't bear to kill them.

Soon, the three found the third uncle Yan Xinyu whose mana was imprisoned.

When Yan Xinyu saw Yan Qianqian, he thought Yan Qianqian was also caught. When he saw Jun wanshuang appear, he was overjoyed and even said, "the saint is all right. It's great."

"I'm sorry for your family." Jun wanshuang said.

"Saint, don't say that. The old saint has great kindness to our family. Even if she is broken, she can't return." Yan Xinyu said.

Song Fei interrupted their dialogue: "don't talk about the past. Their experts don't know when to come back. Moreover, since there are great forces coming to greet the wedding, if there are experts, they will be in trouble. We need to think about it in the long run."

"You?" Yan Xinyu frowned at Song Fei. "I remember you. You are an internal servant recruited by Qian Qian. Originally, my second brother and I were very optimistic about you. You still don't leave at the moment. I thank you very much, but you shouldn't disrespect the saint. How to make a decision? The saint has her own decision. How can you be an internal servant?"

"Third uncle, you're wrong." Jun wanshuang smiled. "He entered the black fire sect because he saved me. I'll talk about the specific things later."

"Oh!" Yan Xinyu said suspiciously.

But then he found that things were really beyond his imagination. Jun wanshuang said to Song Fei, "what should I do next?"

Yan Xinyu didn't expect Jun wanshuang to take Song Fei as the backbone and ask him what he meant.

Song Fei naturally accepted Jun wanshuang's words, "I have a grudge against the star dusk rain of the Zixiao fairy tale, and it's not appropriate to fight within the scope of the Zixia fairy tale. Let's go out of the scope of influence of the Zixia fairy tale and leave clues along the way. In order to explain to the so-called third childe of Huaxian sect, they will certainly find it all the way. We'll discuss it in the long run."

"OK, that's it." Jun wanshuang replied without thinking.

"Third uncle, why don't you go." Jun wanshuang said to Yan Xinyu, who was stunned.

Yan Xinyu stared at Song Fei and said excitedly, "do you have a grudge against xingmuyu? Do you know who that is?"

"I know." Song Fei said calmly, "Lei xuhao, who once talked to Lei xuhao in thunder immortal's mansion, planned to kill me. Lei xuhao broke his hand. Xingmuyu is fine."

"What?" Yan Xinyu was a little dull. He had been practicing in this area for nearly a thousand years. He had heard of xingmuyu and Lei xuhao, two names as heavy as mountains. Since childhood, he developed the habit of respecting xingmuyu as respectful to the emperor. He had never heard that these two people wanted someone to die and he could survive. But the young man in front of him, even when they shot, Still alive, Yan Xinyu felt particularly unreal.

"Third uncle, let's go." Yan Qianqian pulled the corner of Yan Xinyu's clothes.

"Oh, good, good." Yan Xinyu finally reacted and looked at Yan Qianqian and Song Fei. In addition to surprise, there was a layer of doubt. Even if such a young face hid his strength, how could he escape the killing of the two mysterious realms.

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Between the blue sky and white clouds, a kilometer long building ship shuttles rapidly. The building ship is surrounded by red flowers. On the attic windows upstairs, hundreds of windows are pasted with red happy words on each side.

A young man with a pale face stood at the top of the building ship, looked into the distance, held a folding fan in his hand, and said softly, "Wan Shuang, since I looked back ten years ago, I have never forgotten you. At that time, I vowed to let you become my first female slave and enchant me day and night."

After that, the folding fan opened, and there were many enchanting naked beauties on the white fan paper.