Chapter 1400

"Worship you?"

Song Qingshu smiled and looked at the old man in front of him. Song Qingshu could not have imagined that this man dared to burn his perseverance with the essence of fraud, but he could not have imagined that this man had such a thick skin.

Is this strength worthy of calling him master? Even the great emperors in the group are not qualified!

For song Qingshan's query, the old man's face was not ashamed at all, but showed his pride.

"Yes! As long as you worship me, I will spare you a dog's life and do some common things for me, or you will die! "

Seeing song Qingshu's strange expression, the more the old man said, the more obvious the proud color on his face. Looking at Song Qingshu is like looking at his own things.

Although he doesn't know what kind of accomplishments song Qingshu has, how high can a monk who can pursue the essence of evil day be?

According to the old man's estimation, song Qingshu is the most powerful person in the realm of God. Although he is far from being able to reach, he has an array under his body, and the old man is not afraid at all.

He believed that even the strong in the realm of God would die.

Looking at the old man's increasingly arrogant smile, song Qingshu reluctantly shook his head, looked at the old man in front of him indifferently and said, "I was in a good mood to let you go. Who knows you are so ignorant of good and bad, in that case, you will die."

With the words of song Qingshu, the happiness in the eyes of the old man disappeared and turned into a cold and cruel color.

"Hum, if you dare to be crazy in front of me, you will become my nourishment!"

After the old man finished his words, he didn't see any action. The red fog surrounding him wrapped into a ball burst open, and the whole grottoes were filled in the twinkling of an eye.

The red fog seemed to have magical power. Whenever it crossed song Qingshu's eyes, the blood in his body was uneasy, as if he wanted to break out.

However, it was just a little feeling, even without divine power. The idea of song Qingshu moved, and the blood force in his body was stable by itself.

"Huh? Oh, I'm a little capable. "

The old man on the stone platform saw that song Qingshu was not moved at all. A trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart. In order to cover up his uneasiness, the mana flowed on the old man's dry flesh.

"Hiss"

As the old man's mana surged to the stone platform under him, his dry body was a little lighter. It looked like a moving corpse. In the sunken eye socket, the turbid old eyes were cautiously looking ahead.

Under him, a series of fiery red people came out of the array patterns on the stone platform. They were like snakes and Jiaos. Although they had no intelligence, they were extremely flexible under the control of the old man. They all rushed to the position of song Qingshu.

In the twinkling of an eye, the position of song Qingshu turned into a big red fog ball.

The scarlet PI Lian swept over Song Qingshu, as if to draw something from his body, but song Qingshu did not move like a mountain, and even the skirt could not be blown.

With the passage of time, the old man's face on the stone platform became more and more ugly. Although the scarlet pilian was terrible, as the master, he could feel that he had not absorbed even a trace of blood for such a long time.

Just when he was in doubt, a light smile came out from the fog ball: "not bad. The friars who have just entered the realm of God are really difficult to stop the blood riots. If you let you do it wantonly, I'm afraid the ten thousand demon mountain will really become a ten thousand ghost mountain."

There was only the sound of fog roaring in the quiet stone room. At this time, song Qingshu's smile came out, like thunder in the old man's ear.

At the same time, he clenched his teeth, formed the Dharma seal on his hand, and the light of the stone platform array pattern under his body was even more.

But just then, a sneer suddenly sounded behind him.

"Is that all you can do? If this stone platform is your support, you can die. "

As the cold laughter came out, the old man screamed in his mouth. There was no time to turn back. The red fog originally surrounded by a big ball galloped towards him like lightning in an attempt to protect himself.

Song Qingshu despised this and waved his hand gently.

The next moment, the old man was terrified. He saw the boundless divine power gushing out behind him, and the scarlet drills were easily smashed by the divine power.

The shattered fog struggled and circulated in the air. It seemed that it would return to its original shape and continue to rush out the next moment. However, when these fog surged, the divine power that had previously broken it moved again.

Those magical powers didn't disappear with the moves. Instead, they turned into a colorless grinding plate in the air. The huge grinding plate filled the whole grottoes.

The millstone turned slowly, as if the terrible power of natural disaster came out, in which the red fog was ground into the purest divine power between heaven and earth.

"Poof!"

As the red mist was wiped out, the old man was implicated, sprayed with blood from his mouth and collapsed, and the stone platform under him was shining red, as if it was going to be extinguished at any time.

At this time, the old man who was paralyzed on the ground could hardly lift his head and look at Song Qingshu who was unharmed behind him. The horror in the old man's eyes changed to despair.

God wants to kill me. Why does a single evil Sun Essence attract so much power? Is it really going to kill me?

"Hehe, I gave you a chance before. You just don't grasp it."

For the despair in the old man's eyes, song Qingshu smiled and didn't care. These people who harm the world killed them.

However, before killing the old man, song Qingshu said faintly.

"Hand over the evil sun inflammatory essence and I'll keep your whole body, otherwise the gods and forms will be destroyed!"

After hearing song Qingshu's cold words, the old man's face was even worse. He smiled bitterly and said, "can't you really give the younger generation a chance? The younger generation is now running out of life. Let me live for a few days. "

The old man's words are true. Song Qingshu wiped out the scarlet fog just now. It seems simple, but it wiped out all the thoughts contained in the old man's fog. For his already unbearable body, it can be said to be the last straw to crush the camel.

"Hehe, just as you said, hand over the evil Japanese inflammatory essence, and I'll keep your whole body, otherwise the gods and forms will be destroyed."

Song Qingshu smiled coldly at the old man's request for mercy, walked lightly and came to the old man.

At this time, the old man was seriously injured, and the light of the stone platform under him disappeared. Seeing song Qingshu's indifferent words, the old man flashed a trace of malice in his eyes.

"Since the elder has made up his mind, I just want to keep a whole corpse."

As if he knew his end, the old man smiled miserably, his paralyzed body on the ground began to work hard, and then he began to pinch it.

With the pinch of the hand, a golden awn began to appear on his pale face, and soon a golden dot appeared on the old man's forehead.