Chapter 747

WanMu Shengzi was covered with golden scales. He was obviously human. At this time, he was like a ferocious spirit, trampling on the bodies of other immortals and pounding outward.

If a Terran resists on his way forward, it will be smashed into pieces and directly trampled to death. It is extremely arrogant.

"He is worthy of being the king of an alien race. He is really crazy!"

Song Qingshu spoke coldly. Although his tone was a little joking, when he said this, song Qingshu seemed particularly cold, like cold ice.

As early as the time when this array was set up, song Qingshu had decided that whoever dared to invade and step into this array was doomed to die.

"Die!"

Song Qingshu's eyes were cold, opened his eyes and moved his thoughts. The array triggered endless blood light to sweep away the Holy Son.

There was only a loud noise.

The tall and powerful body of WanMu Shengzi suddenly cracked inch by inch, the golden scales fell off, the body was directly divided and the limbs were separated.

But.

Although he was seriously injured, there was only divine power fluctuation on the body of WanMu Holy Son, but there was no blood splashing, just like a puppet.

"It's another incarnation. It seems that like the meat and wine monk, he hasn't sent out his body."

"Before the noumenon arrived, the incarnation was so powerful that it was almost stronger than the last divine light. It was amazing."

Look at the fluctuation of divine power on the WanMu Holy Son.

Song Qingshu's eyebrows were wide open, and his eyes were wide open. He shot out a nine color brilliance, and instantly understood the fishy place of WanMu's son.

The son of ten thousand eyes was really very cautious. He didn't show up when the World War I was in full swing.

Now, even if I came to seize the treasure of song Qingshu, I just separated an avatar to watch and explore here.

But even if the avatar is cut here, the noumenon will inevitably suffer a great loss of vitality. At least, the realm will regress, and at worst, it will die.

"Taoist friends, wait a minute. I'm the son of ten thousand eyes."

"Although there is a little friction between my alien and you, it is not irreconcilable..."

WanMu son didn't want to die in his incarnation. He showed his true face at the last moment and raised a flattering and helpless smile at the corners of his mouth, hoping to avoid death.

"Little thief, even if you dare to come and take my precious treasure, how dare you pretend to be the son of ten thousand eyes? Damn it, cut! "

Without waiting for the son of ten thousand eyes to finish his plea, song Qingshu frowned and drank, directly interrupting his words.

One word was cut out, and a flash of lightning shook off from the array pattern. The mountain fiercely hit the WanMu Holy Son, directly crushed him into fly ash and died.

……

Now.

The place is full of blood and broken limbs. The killing intention is endless. It is surging like a vast sea.

After one thought killed the incarnation of WanMu Holy Son, song Qingshu then opened the heavenly eye and inspected the four directions, hoping to take this opportunity to get ahead of others and eliminate those hidden dangers.

When song Qingshu looked far away, he could clearly see a bloody millstone condensed from the vitality of heaven and earth in this array.

The millstone rolled and crushed the bodies of one immortal after another in the array, spilling scarlet blood and pale slurry all over the ground.

Under the control of terror, countless people howled in pain and shouted for help.

However, the millstone of vitality is still rolling and harvesting life. This scene is very terrible.

There is blood flowing in the place where song Qingshu stands.

The blood accumulated too much and accumulated a thick layer of blood mud on the ground. This is a bloody scene like human purgatory.

"I found you, Nangong saint!"

In the Shura field, song Qingshu's face was ancient, cold and unwavering.

The Taoist eyes swept across the sky. Song Qingshu fixed his sight somewhere, and then his eyes were cold.

Among the crowd, song Qingshu saw the saint who should have looked like a city again.

Among the saints and daughters who shot at Song Qingshu, the most vicious is the seemingly holy Nangong saint.

The extremely Yin water almost dissolved the flesh of song Qingshu. In terms of the ruthlessness of her hand, the Nangong saint is really at the top of the list.

Nowadays, the Nangong Saint doesn't show her true appearance. She wears coir raincoat and hat like a country man.

It is also like a performer carrying a purple gourd, holding a rotten cork, stepping forward on other people's bodies with a very low profile, lowering his head and dodging.

"Soldier word decision, dragon holy sword!"

"Qiang!"

With a soft sound, song Qingshu pulled the dragon sword out of the void.

Holding the dragon sword in his hand, he walked forward with long and tiger steps.

Ling lie's sword Qi swirled around him. He walked freely through the array like a Sword Fairy.

"Saint, long time no see."

Just a few steps, song Qingshu had already stepped over two or three miles and came to the Nangong saint. He lifted his sword and smiled with a kind face.

"You recognize the wrong person!"

Nangong saint's voice was rough and she lowered her hat with her fingers. Such self deception is naturally particularly childish.

Song Qingshu laughed:

"Nangong saint is as beautiful as an immortal. Yunbo Xianlin misses her very much and is vaguely moved. Unexpectedly, she likes to pretend to be an ugly man. It's really disappointing and disgusting."

Song Qingshu's heart was killed word by word. Nangong saint, who was very amateur in the industry of robbers, was directly angered, and her voice became much more flexible:

"You..."

"Buzz!"

Song Qingshu stopped talking and mentioned the Dragon holy sword as if he were mentioning a mountain.

mention.

Cut it off!

The Dragon holy sword directly smashed the sky like a collapsed mountain and cut through the sky. It is unstoppable!

"Dang!"

Song Qingshu burst out his sword and chopped it heavily. It came suddenly and was almost outrageous.

The Nangong Saint dared not be distracted and said more. She quickly raised the rotten wooden plug in her hand to meet the attack. The chaotic light on the wooden plug flickered and shot at the Dragon Saint sword.

The two hit each other in the void and made a deafening sound. Several immortals with average strength died directly and their ears bled.

"Dong!"

Song Qingshu's Dragon Sword smashed the chaotic brilliance, focusing on the rotten cork of the Nangong saint.

After hearing a dull noise, Nangong Saint flew out directly, hit the blood mud ground heavily, hit a deep pit, and gushed blood in the pit.

Nangong saint was almost killed in that array of patterns. It's great to be here. Her vitality has been greatly damaged.

The previous fight with song Qingshu was already the end of a powerful crossbow, just trying to support it.

However, the rotten cork in the hands of Nangong saint is really terrible.

Obviously, she didn't urge this thing with all her strength, but she cracked the Dragon Sword of song Qingshu, which makes people feel incredible.

"Very good, saint, but what should you do this time?"

"Brush!"

Song Qingshu raised the cracked dragon holy sword, raised the sword over his head, and made a gesture to chop down.

In the view of Nangong saint, today's song Qingshu is the spokesman of the God of death. The sickle is coming