Chapter 617

"Don't kill me, please. I'm just obsessed for a while. As long as you spare me this time, I'm willing to accompany you to hunt down the meditation friar to the ends of the earth!"

Xia Ye uses the remaining head to beg for mercy, and stares at the back of the meditation monk, saying.

Song Qingshu shakes his head and resolutely rejects Xia Ye's suggestion.

Song Qingshu knows that Xiaoxia Ye's heart is cruel and his hands are extremely hot. She is the same as the hypocritical meditation monk.

People like this don't need other people's sympathy at all. She's only to blame for falling to this point.

At this point.

"Bang!"

Song Qingshu stepped forward, waved a foot towards Xiaye's head, and then kicked it out.

After hearing a light sound, Xia Ye's head was like a ripe watermelon falling from the sky to the ground.

A yuan God rushed out of it. Xia Ye's yuan God shouted in great fear:

"Please don't kill me. Just keep my dog alive. Whatever you want me to do! You can be a cow or a horse "

"I can't rest assured that people like you will be cattle and horses for me!"

Poof!

After Song Qingshu joked, he held out his hand to Tianyu.

After a poof.

Xia Ye's yuan God turned into fly ash in an instant. She died in the palm of song Qingshu, and there was no possibility of survival.

Watching Xia ye die.

The three people who had just escaped with the meditation friar are now dead, as if they were scared out of their courage.

Ask yourself, they have never been so desperate as they are today. They are all men in the same field, and they used to be in the same field.

But now he has been chased and killed. He has no way to heaven and no way to earth. It's not much better than a lost dog.

"Stop! Uncle song, as long as you are willing to let us live, everything will be easy to say! "

"What you want, the three of us will give you, status, women, Lingbao and even our loyalty. Everything can be given to you!"

The three collapsed completely, crying and laughing, and their faces were as pale as snow, shouting to song Qingshu.

"The game of cat and mouse is really boring. I'm tired of it!"

"And blindly begging for mercy can only make you die faster!"

Song Qingshu looked at the three people who were no longer interested in war and fell into complete despair. Their voice was so cold that he opened his lips and said.

After that, song Qingshu combined his fingers into a sword, condensing an invisible sword meaning between his fingers and pressing it against the three people in despair.

"Ah! Spare your life! "

The three men shouted bitterly as they tried their best to resist.

However, the great way Dharma they summoned was broken, and its flesh was broken inch by inch. Every inch of the cracked flesh turned into broken bones and blood mist.

Finally, the broken wound spread directly to the head and spread all over the flesh of the three of them.

Poof poof!

With the three soft sounds, the flesh of the three people was completely broken into ashes, and then their yuan gods rushed out of the celestial cover and died far away, making the most senseless and foolish efforts.

Whew!

The finger tip of song Qingshu glowed slightly.

Then the three swords with cold light flew out between their fingers and nailed the three yuan God villains to death in the void.

After killing the last few people, only song Qingshu and meditation friar were left in the Kun world.

Song Qingshu made a move, raised his feet and took a step, then directly crossed thousands of miles and stood in front of the meditation friar, cutting off all the retreat routes of the meditation friar.

At this time, the whole person of song Qingshu was like an immortal furnace, and the overwhelming war spirit was distributed on him.

Song Qingshu stands in heaven and earth. It is obviously a human being, but it is more terrible than the gods in ancient myths.

Looking at the song Qingshu who suddenly tore up the space and came to his side in one step, the meditation friar could no longer keep calm. He was so frightened that his body couldn't help convulsing.

At this moment, the dignity that the meditation friars attach importance to and the strongest way to ascend the immortal have become nothingness.

"Why! Why are you so strong! Why are you in my way? Why can't I get rid of you anyway! "

Half of the monk's head was cut off, and now only half of his original beautiful face is left, which looks very strange.

Especially when the meditation friar scolded and questioned song Qingshu, it gave people a more terrible feeling, like a cruel ghost coming to claim his life.

"How strong I am is my business. I didn't want to die with you. Now it seems that I really have to kill!"

Song Qingshu Leng hum. In his eyes, there is a great sense of killing, which seems to devour the meditation friars at any time.

"Ah ah!"

The meditation friar was completely crazy. Regardless of the gap between his own strength and song Qingshu, he was so angry that he killed song Qingshu.

"Die!"

"Military word decision, ten thousand weapon skill!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and then released an unusually dazzling golden brilliance in the can behind it.

Dozens of golden weapons flew out of the golden brilliance.

After a buzz and a slight tremor.

The weapon that flew out earlier cut the meditation friar into blood mud in an instant, killing all his original gods.

"System, collect the items in the storage bags of meditation monks and others. The curse short blade of the guy who cleared the snow earlier is still interesting. See if there are any more."

After the meditation monks and others were slaughtered, song Qingshu still didn't feel very happy.

But at this time, there was no opponent to let song Qingshu enjoy himself. In order to distract his attention, song Qingshu had to turn his attention to these people's storage bags.

With song Qingshu's words, the running sound of the mechanical gear of the system suddenly rang in Song Qingshu's mind:

"Ding, the system prompts that we are collecting the storage bags of all the dead in the artistic conception of Kun. The collection progress is 20%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that we are collecting the storage bags of all the dead in the artistic conception of Kun. The collection progress is 40%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that we are collecting the storage bags of all the dead in the artistic conception of Kun. The collection progress is 60%. Please wait patiently."

……

With the prompt sound of the system constantly ringing in Song Qingshu's mind, in this small world, Guanghua keeps rushing towards song Qingshu wrapped in various artifacts.

Among Guanghua, there are some excellent spirit stones, some martial arts scripts, and some body armor. The wealth of items is beyond the imagination of song Qingshu.

It's a pity that today's song Qingshu is not short of spirit stone and skill. It's really difficult to attract his interest like these artifacts.

Just when song Qingshu was a little bored and planned to interrupt the collection progress, a roll of yellow paper came into song Qingshu's eyes and brightened his eyes.