Chapter 3970

"ah."

"What? No..."

Amidst the wailing and desperate screams, the many immortals on the Yunlou turned into blood and stumps all over the place, and even their souls were harvested and destroyed.

Completely subconsciously, Song Qingwen propped up his mana shield and stood in front of him, only to block Cai Yuanbucai's blow just now.

He moved his nose twice, smelling an unusual smell.

"Yuan Bucai, are you crazy? What have you done? You killed them all. Could it be that the Yuan clan is going to rebel? What's wrong with you?"

Song Qingwen was shocked, his eyes widened, and he stared at Yuan Bucai with a strange face.

At the feet of the two, the huge flying monster that originally carried the cloud building also let out a wail, and fell powerlessly from the sky.

The eyes of the two of them flickered like flowers, falling crazily from a height of thousands of feet.

"Song Qingwen, the long-lived elder of the Song family, very good, you can go to die."

Yuan Bucai sneered, his eyes were full of nervousness, he looked like a lunatic, and black things kept flowing out of his eye sockets, which was extremely weird.

Yunlou, who was falling crazily, made Song Qingwen forcefully calm down, and he said sharply, "You are not Yuan Bucai, who are you?"

"The answer is correct, but unfortunately, you will never know the answer, die."

Yuan Bucai moved, and a strange afterimage was dragged out of his body. The speed was so fast that he arrived in front of Song Qingwen almost instantly, and then punched out.

"snort."

Song Qingwen snorted coldly, and went up to meet him. A shield appeared in his hand, which blocked the blow. Immediately, he jumped up high and was sent flying.

He felt Yuan Bucai's difficulty, and he didn't want to fight with him, he just wanted to run away.

"Want to escape? Can you escape?"

Yuan Bucai sneered, immediately accelerated and chased after him.

Song Qingwen didn't dare to be careless, a flying sword appeared behind him, and pointed in the air with his right hand, the flying sword pierced the sky like a streamer, stabbing at Yuan Bucai.

"hehe."

Faced with this blow, Yuan Bucai just sneered, extremely gloomy, but he had no intention of dodging at all, which surprised Song Qingwen, and felt something was wrong.

However, when he reacted, a black figure appeared behind him.

"Pfft."

A sharp black claw, like a dead branch or an iron bamboo, was inserted from Song Qingwen's back, pierced out from his chest, and pierced through the heart with one blow.

Then, a layer of green corpse poison spread along the wound and quickly spread towards Song Qingwen's whole body. Soon he felt delirious and could hardly think.

"you……"

Song Qingwen looked back with great difficulty and exhausted his last strength, but only saw an evil face hidden in the black mist.

"Evil... evil cultivator!"

Elder Qianshixie sneered, pulled his hand back, and then struck out a green rune, which was imprinted on Song Qingwen's body fiercely. In this way, Song Qingwen was completely reduced to his corpse puppet.

"It's done. It's much easier than the old man imagined. It seems that after so many years of comfortable life, I have long lost my vigilance. It's okay, this way, it is also convenient for us to do things."

"By the way, after such a long time, you should have sent the news back to the Song family, right? Let me take a look."

Elder Qianshixie raised his hand, took off Song Qingwen's storage ring, and rummaged through it.

After a while, he grinned and said, "Okay, it's done, now it's interesting."

"Go, find the next target."

...

At the same time, in the ancestral land of the Song Clan in the Wushuang Shen Dynasty, thousands of miles away.

In the secret room, several direct disciples of the Song family were meditating silently, practicing meditation. This is the important place of the Song family, where the soul lamps of the great tribulation immortals and immortals in the clan are stored.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit, and a soul lamp placed on the top floor went out.

The few Song family disciples who were originally confused turned pale to the extreme, their eyes were full of horror, their facial features were twisted together in fright, their lips were trembling crazily, and they couldn't even speak clearly.

"Soul, the soul lamp is off, some soul lamps are off."

Several disciples of the Song Clan hurried forward to check it out, and they couldn't help but see that Song Qingwen's soul lamp had gone out. Qiqi gasped, his face pale as a corpse.

A disciple of the Song family swallowed, and exclaimed, "It's Patriarch Qingwen's soul lamp that went out. What happened?"

"Quick, report to the Patriarch."

"yes."

Soon, the entire Song clan fell into chaos, jumping around like a formidable enemy.

There are countless monks in the Song family, and no one expected that such a major event would happen on such an ordinary day.

Song Qingwen died, and his death was unclear.

After a period of time, a huge earthquake hit Wushuang Shenchao, and then there were three beams of light flying from three places, piercing the sky, extremely conspicuous, and heading towards the capital of God.

Many ordinary monks in Wushuang Shenchao saw such a spectacle, especially some monks in the Holy Realm and Tribulation Immortal Realm, they all felt it and subconsciously raised their heads to look.

A powerful and terrifying aura came from the sky, making one's heart palpitate, and a sense of ominousness rose in the hearts of countless monks.

"What is that? It seems to be a strong man in the immortal state. What happened to the release of such a terrible breath?"

"It's so familiar. It seems to be the head of the Song family. Where is he going? Is it God's Capital?"

"The gods have changed, I'm afraid something is not good, alas, it's really a troubled time."

"What happened, even the heads of the three major families were alarmed, and they needed to rush to the capital in person, it's too weird."

"What do you care about so much? If the sky falls, the taller ones will bear it first. Don't think too much about us little shrimps. It's delicious and delicious, what should we do?"

"That's right, meat-eaters seek it out. I'll wait for casual cultivators to live a day-to-day life. There's no need to worry too much. Eat as much as you want and drink as much as you want."

Accompanied by visions one after another, appearing in the sky above Wushuang Shenchao, the undercurrent began to surge.

The capital of God, the imperial city.

The majestic and majestic imperial city stands row upon row, with golden palaces one after another, invisible at a glance, resplendent and resplendent palaces, surrounded by auspicious clouds, countless birds and beasts looming, like a fairyland.

Golden armored guards walked through it, like a sky tower, a scene of prosperity and prosperity.

At this time, three beams of light descended from a distance and stopped in front of the largest temple, which shocked countless monks in the sky tower of the imperial city and gathered together.

Three figures came out from the flowing light, but they were the heads of the three most powerful and powerful monk families in Wushuangshen Dynasty, all gathered here.