Chapter 312： Burning blood, get up!

The monks of the **** behind the leader grew up, and one of them said, "Sir, that Song Ning was used to provoke alienation by Lord Zimeng. Just one sentence made these human monks think that Song Ning was our man. Now He even took Song Ning as a hostage. "

Hearing the words, a shocking laughter broke out among the monster army, and the leader looked at Zile lively with a laugh: "Stupid! Intrigue! I'm cheating! Count!"

He said that he extended his fingers and flicked it indifferently, and a gust of wind blew towards Zile, who was swept back to the imperial city by this gust of wind uncontrollably.

The demon leader looked down at the imperial city with low eyes: "Kill him, I watch you kill, the one named Song Ning."

Zile was dumbfounded, and nearly ten million monks in the Imperial City were dumbfounded.

what is the problem? Doesn't it mean that using Song Ning as a hostage can be exchanged with these demons? They looked at Liu Sitong in shock.

"You lied to us ?!"

"Yeah, you must deceive people. The Liu family was rescued by Song Ning at that time, so they did not perish. It is reasonable for you to help Song Ning. You are the one who has harmed our entire imperial city!"

The killer flashed in Liu Sitong's eyes. These monks were crazy at the moment. They wouldn't even think about it. The demon said clearly that 'Song Ning is not one of them', but now in these monks' ears, they misunderstand each other's meaning. .

"Pull Song Ning out and kill first. We are dead, and we should let Song Ning come to bury with us!"

The monks' voices were like waves, one after another.

In the eyes of those demons, they looked at the scene of a human monk like a joke.

Looking at the frantic appearance of these monks, at this time they really can do anything.

Liu Ruyan and others sneaked away from many monks and went straight to the prison.

After eighteen levels, when they stood outside the stone door of the secret room, they suddenly saw the stone door of the secret room opened ...

After the stone door opened slowly, Song Ning came out from behind the door. As soon as he looked up, he saw Liu Ruyan and others.

At the moment of seeing these people, a trace of sadness appeared on Song Ning's indifferent face, and tears also twirled in his eyes.

"It seems for a long time ... I haven't been able to speak to you so quietly." Song Ning said, his voice slightly hoarse.

Liu Ruyan's eyes flashed: "Quiet? It's almost exploding outside, those monks ... are crazy!"

Song Ning smiled faintly, and didn't say anything about the demon, but glanced at everyone in front of him.

"It doesn't matter if they are crazy or not. You are well enough now." Song Ning stepped forward.

He took this step, and the people didn't seem to move, but the next moment, he disappeared and appeared in the Imperial City of the Falling Feathers. Taking another step, he came to the midair outside the Imperial City.

The monks in the imperial city also shouted to kill Song Ning, but suddenly they saw a person appearing over the imperial city, and they were startled.

Immediately afterwards, they seemed to suffocate, pointing at Song Ning, shaking all over, their voices shaking.

"Song, Song Ning! Who released Song Ning ?! Was it made by your Liu family!"

Song Ning looked down at the ground, and the monks were indeed crazy.

"Is there any place in this country that can lock me? I want to go, who can keep it?" Song Ning's voice was cold, with no emotion, and a blood-burning heavenly sword floating on the left, Above his right shoulder is a snow-white spirit fox snuggling.

The monks knelt on the ground one by one, with despair in their eyes.

Outside the Imperial City, the demon leader sarcastically looked at Song Ning: "Those people are going to kill you. Can you bear it? I see a trace of demon blood inside you. If you surrender now, we welcome you."

Song Ning raised his eyebrows and stomped hard under his feet.

The dozens of enchantments outside the imperial city collapsed instantly. Many enchanters and monks spent a lot of time to build the enchantment, even the strength of Song Ning's stomp.

At this moment, the monks in Huangcheng no longer held any hope, and even Liu Ruyan and others sighed in their hearts. The monks of Luoyu Kingdom treated Song Ning like this, and Song Ning's current practice is normal, even if the entire imperial city is slaughtered, it is reasonable Among.

Song Ning glanced at the shattered enchantment and whispered: "It is indeed unbearable."

Between his speeches, his palms slammed down.

The huge spiritual palm fell, and a hundred-foot-sized palm print appeared on the ground of the Imperial City. In this palm print, the monk was countless dead and wounded.

The monk who was spared in this palm looked at Song Ning angrily, his mouth vicious, and even Song Ning's ancestors had scolded.

By now, they don't care about death, but even if they die, they must express their tongue before death and scold Song Ning all over.

The monsters watched this scene quietly, as if they were watching Song Ning's reputation.

Song Ning raised his palm and looked at the people running underneath. Hearing the cursing and crying sounds below, he turned his hands into claws and a transparent ball appeared in his claws.

The spirit moved, and the ball began to absorb the dead monks.

Ten thousand.

Twenty thousand ...

Every monk killed by Song Ning turned into a red blood drop. This blood drop flew into the transparent ball, and the color of the ball changed a little.

In a blink of an eye, the ball becomes extremely dark.

Song Ning counted secretly in his heart. He glanced at the monks who fled around, suddenly raised his palm and smashed it at one place.

Innumerable monks died in Song Ning's palm.

"Song Ning, you killed me! You killed me! You are a bitch, you are a beast! You must not die!"

The screams below became more and more serious, and the monks did not escape. It seemed that they had given up resistance. Now that Song Ning, a monk who heard the Tao, could easily break all the protective barriers, then he could easily kill the Huangcheng Everyone.

He didn't kill, it was just that he was playing around.

The demon began to laugh, and there was a lot of ridicule in the laughter. They laughed at human stupidity. They ridiculed these people for mutual suspicion and killing each other. At this moment, they did n’t even care about the ball in Song Ning ’s hands. There is very little research on such things as the formation method, so they do not know what Song Ning is doing at the moment.

On the other hand, Song Ning, in the eyes of everyone's resentment, he raised the small ball that almost became black in his hand, squeezed hard, and his mouth was full of words.

"Fresh blood memorial service, burning blood as the source, the dead is long, the living is alive, six directions in all directions, two instruments turn to yin and yang.

During the speech, the small ball was crushed by Song Ning, and the sky suddenly turned bloody, and a large burst of blood came, like a translucent **** castle, completely covering the imperial city.

Song Ning raised his hand and smashed it with a sudden blow, falling on this blood-burning formation. This blow, even the demon leader needs to resist with all his strength, but when it fell on the blood-burning formation, the blood-burning formation It didn't even move at all!