Buzz Silver light splashed and surged continuously from the vortex, followed by corpse demon clans whose bodies were surrounded by violent corpse energy and rushed out.
The space cracks became more and more violent, gradually stirring up the airflow in the void passage, turning into a howling wind, and the air of death filled the earth.
The soldiers of the Black Tooth Clan finally came after them.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred soldiers from the Shenzang realm rushed out.
Their bodies were filled with an aura that made Qingyang Huan feel disgusted.
This was the rejection from the soul.
Each one had green faces and fangs, and some warriors even held weapons in their four arms, dancing towards him.
Seeing Qingyang Huan blocking the road ahead with a golden war spear in his hand, he immediately burst into endless murderous intent.
Damn that human kid, you’re not afraid of death kill Finally, at this moment, the murderous light in Qingyang Huan's eyes shot out, and a strong wind swept through this dry space.
Buzz There was a faint dark glow flowing on the golden war spear, covering up the golden color that should have been there.
Killing and desolation were intertwined.
In an instant, murderous intent flashed, and he took a step forward boom The war spear swept across, tearing apart the darkness, swallowing up the few Corpse Demon Clan soldiers who rushed up first, and tearing them in half.
After killing the soldiers of the Corpse Demon Clan, Qingyang Huan suddenly felt a sense of relief in his originally suppressed heart, and the murderous aura that was originally surrounding him became vibrating.
From the beginning, Huang Zun told him that there is no good way to understand the way of killing, the only way is to kill.
In the past, he hunted the wilderness to hone his tactics in order to hone this kind of killing.
However, that hunting wilderness was far inferior to the excitement in his heart at this moment.
The killing energy was like a coiling black snake, swallowing life.
With a body like a swimming dragon, he jumped into the soldiers of the Corpse Demon Tribe who were chasing him.
The war spear in his hand turned into a black python, covered with the blood belonging to the Corpse Demon Tribe, flowing and dripping.
Puff puff puff In just a quarter of an hour, nearly a hundred people were taken away by the war spears, and the killing concept that he had originally stopped became active, and began to grow from the original five-point realm.
The war spear buzzed, and all the warriors of the Corpse Demon Clan could not get within a foot of him.
The violent blood surged out of his body like a vast ocean, pouring into the war spear and killing, and the silence merged into one.
Boom boom boom With every blow, a fierce shadow surged out from the war spear and roared out.
Nine sacred shadows were suspended around him, as if they existed in another time and space.
As each divine treasure flashes with golden light and gurgling golden light flows down, the corresponding great evil in the war spear will manifest its divine form, roar out, and shatter the body of the corpse demon warrior.
Five out of five
The artistic conception of killing became more refined, causing the blood energy in Qingyang Huan's body to become even more violent.
Under his feet, the blood and bones of the fallen corpse demon warriors gathered together to form a river of blood. boom Gradually, every time the war spear penetrates, there will be a fierce roar, turning into a dragon, entangling and killing.
Five points and eight six points When his body was stained with blood and his animal robe was soaked, the killing reached the sixth level. boom In an instant, the war spear in his hand shook, and the dragon roared, piercing through the ten corpse demon warriors in front of him.
The black killing exploded and shattered into boundless blood and bones.
Boo hoo hoo The shattered bones were stained with his killing energy, making the surrounding corpse demons groan, and then tore apart their flesh and blood. kill During the killing, even though he had amazing fighting power, his whole body was still covered with wounds after the killing.
They were all torn apart by the weapons in the hands of the corpse demon warriors.
However, these wounds made him become even more violent.
The war spear grinds, and the surging blood energy bursts out, like a golden knife tearing through the void, swirling around for killing, cutting apart the corpse demon warriors one by one.
After the killing artistic conception entered the sixth level, the skyrocketing speed suddenly slowed down and even stagnated.
A dark glow filled his body, and the corpse demon warriors surrounding him began to dodge more and more, making it a little difficult for him to kill them.
Of course, at this moment, the depression that arose spontaneously in his heart gradually melted away during the killing. boom The war spear in his hand was completely covered by the darkness, and the golden light was covered by the darkness.
The light of killing flowed, taking away a few lives every time.
The rich blood came to him, making him like a bloodthirsty devil.
"He is a devil, why does he have such fighting power in the spirit-taking realm?"
Suddenly, a warrior from the Corpse Demon Tribe yelled in fear.
Warriors from the Soul-Taking Realm were indeed more tyrannical than those from the Shenzang Realm, but this tyranny also had a limit.
After all, this is not about warriors conquering each other.
Being surrounded by hundreds of warriors, even if they are in the spirit-taking realm, they have to drain their blood.
However, they can't see this limit in Qingyang Huan.
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"I don't want to die, I don't want to die" Continuously watching the companions around them being torn apart by the spears, the warriors of the Corpse Demon Tribe finally began to collapse.
Scared to death The horror between life and death, how could they remain indifferent to death, especially when they saw their companions turned into a pile of rotten flesh, not one or two people, but hundreds of soldiers of the same race, turned into hundreds of piles of rotten flesh.
Meat
For Qingyang Huan, the Thirteen Divine Treasures gave him unparalleled foundation.
Even the geniuses of his generation would be subdued by the battle spear, let alone these ordinary Divine Treasure realm warriors. rout A sound of panic aroused the fear of the remaining corpse demon warriors.
They scrambled towards the space crack behind them, wanting to return to the corpse demon world.
Looking at the Corpse Demon Clan warrior staggering back, Qingyang Huan leaned on the ground with his war spear, leaning on it, breathing heavily.
His whole body was soaked with dark red blood.
Some of it belonged to him, but More of these corpse demon warriors One against a hundred An unprecedented killing spree Huhuhu Seeing the last warrior of the Corpse Demon Tribe retreating to the Corpse Demon Realm, Qingyang Huan looked at his palms, and the dark and bright killing aura was like a sharp light.
Although that anger was completely vented, there was still confusion lingering in his heart.
"You will understand the confusion in your heart" As if sensing what Qingyang Huan was thinking, Huang Zun unexpectedly appeared this time, his purple robe like a mountain immobilizing the void passage.
"My human race's martial arts cultivation is not only about strengthening one's body, transforming one's life, and living a long life, but also about protection and journey."
Huang Zun looked at Qingyang Huan, and a faint voice sounded.
He was buried under the dark earth from the beginning, and after a long time, he woke up and met him when he was still a young man.
Now that he has walked out of Mount Lashan and is in the Soul-catching Realm, he has changed a lot.
Even though he has given Qingyang Huan a lot of good fortune, faith alone cannot help him shape it.
Only when you go through many killings and see more will you gradually develop the belief that you are invincible, and you may need to have some foundation to support it.
But today’s Qingyanghuan is still a little short of the mark: