Chapter 1402

Looking at the crowd of low-level friars in front of him, song Qingshu was speechless. He could kill a pile of these people with a wave of his hand. Where did they have the courage to ask him to apologize?

"Ignorance."

For these people's ignorance, song Qingshu can only shake his head and sigh.

At the beginning, he just regarded the lark as an old man, so he didn't see the burning trace of the evil Sun Essence on the other party, but these people knew the actual age of the lark. It's not difficult to guess the course of the matter if they knew a little about the evil Sun Essence.

As a result, all these people listened to the one side of Bailing's words, which was ridiculous.

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

The friars in the open space heard the word "ignorance" in Song Qingshu's mouth clearly. The middle-aged man picked up the giant hammer in his hand and looked at Song Qingshu with bad eyes.

Song Qingshu could only sneer at the threat of no threat.

"I said you were ignorant and couldn't even see right and wrong. Why did lark become an old man so obvious that you couldn't see it?"

"It's clear that he was good at tempering himself with the evil day essence for a moment's benefit. Finally, he tried to recover himself with the blood day essence array. I interrupted him, otherwise you are still qualified to talk to me alive?"

According to song Qingshu, any friar in huashenjing could immediately guess the clues, but the cultivation achievement of these people in front of them was too low. Coupled with the good impression left by the lark for a long time, how could they believe it.

"Hum, sophistry! Master bailing, would you take advantage of that evil day or temper yourself for a moment? Finally, we will use our lives to restore him to flesh?! It's like a thief shouting to catch a thief! "

The middle-aged man looked proudly and disdainfully at Song Qingshu. When talking about the lark, he was like a noble God. These words made the eyes of the people who had been shaken by song Qingshu's words firm again.

yes! Master bailing is so talented, how can he put them in danger because of temporary profits? It must be the villain who shouted to catch the thief.

"Stupid."

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

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

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

It was the middle-aged Yuanying friar who started. At the moment, the giant hammer in his hand was blowing in his hand. As he hit song Qingshu's head with a hammer, a Reiki giant hammer with a radius of nearly ten feet appeared in the air, which was full of momentum.

Many of the Yuan Ying friars in the crowd saw this and thought that they could not be robbed of the opportunity by the middle-aged man, so they flew after him.

Yuan Ying, a monk in the crowd, seemed to throw a huge stone into a calm pond. Almost all monks who could fly away flew up and attacked song Qingshu with spells or magic weapons.

Only a few of them can't even fly, or have doubts.

At this moment, song Qingshu sighed and looked back. Within a radius of two or three miles in front of him, there were all kinds of low-level spells and magic weapons, as mighty as heaven.

This terrible attack, even the top friars of Yuanying can only avoid it. Unfortunately, they met song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu, who was originally dismissive of these low-level friars, now saw that these people were so ignorant of good and evil, and his eyes flashed fiercely.

"Since you are so stupid, don't blame me over there!"

Song Qingshu drank, stretched out his hand and waved back. At the same time, his heart moved. He had just obtained the evil day inflammation essence, and now he just tried his power.

When I thought about it like this, I saw that the golden flame mark on the back of song Qingshu's right hand was suddenly bright, and at the same time, a terrible golden flame rushed out from the back of his hand. In the twinkling of an eye, it shrouded the sky within a hundred feet, and the void was burned and fluctuated.

However, after the overwhelming flames appeared, song Qingshu did not attack directly. With his strength, these flames rushed out, and no one could survive.

Although song Qingshu was dissatisfied with the stupidity of these people, he also knew that these people were only used, so he didn't kill them.

"Hoo!"

Song Qingshu opened his mouth and preached slightly. A divine force flew out of his mouth and hit in the sea of flame in front of him. The golden flame condensed into a curtain in the next engraving was immediately blown into pieces of sparks the size of his little thumb.

"Haha, he is not strong enough to urge the evil Japanese to kill him, brothers!"

The middle-aged man who had been attacking in the air and was attacking song Qingshu was still frightened when he saw the boundless fire curtain. At the moment, he couldn't help laughing, and the giant hammer in his hand accelerated again.

Seeing that the huge hammer with terror will fall on Song Qingshu's forehead, song Qingshu has no fear on his face. Apart from others, even if he stands here to beat this man, he can't hurt him for ten years.

"Ah!"

Just when a trace of pride flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, a terrible pain rose from his face. Even if he was a Yuan Ying, he couldn't help screaming. Even the attack in his hand was soft, and the giant hammer rowed towards song Qingshu.

It really hurts. The middle-aged man just feels that his face is like being eaten by evil spirits. It hurts his soul and can't even call mana.

"Ah, it hurts!"

"What!? Ah! "

While the middle-aged man fell to the ground with his face in his arms, screams came from behind him. He struggled to look back and finally opened his eyes in pain. The scene in front of him made him dull.

I saw that all the monks who had killed song Qingshu with him behind him were crying on the ground like him.

In the distance, the monks who were originally interested in watching the war were even more frightened. They saw the scene just now clearly.

Just when most people wanted song Qingshu to attack, the other party waved his hand and a terrible flame rose from the air. In one mouth, the flame turned into stars.

But different from the expected collapse, each flame rushed at a monk like wisdom.

The number of flames in the air is not much, just let all the tens of thousands of monks fall to the ground, and no one can even resist half a minute.

"No! You ruined my face! "

Just as the crowd echoed the previous dreamlike scene, a sad female voice rang through the sky, which was one of the friars who killed song Qingshu.

At the moment, her face looked ferocious because of pain. A bronze mirror appeared in her hand, and her ferocious face appeared in the bronze mirror.

The words "stupid" left and right on his face were burned by the flame, dark and deep.