"From the moment you shot, you should have thought that you would be chased and killed by me."


    "Don''t you think it''s too stupid to kneel in front of me and kowtow for mercy now?"


    Song Qingshu, like an emperor examining his ministers, glanced coldly at the people kneeling in front of him, hissed and opened his lips.


    Wen Yan said so.


    The group of monks who were forced to despair looked at each other.


    Boom!


    Then all the people flew towards the direction where the meditation friar had just fled.


    In the desperate escape, the speed of these people is hard to understand, just like streamers in the sky.


    However, no matter how they fled, song Qingshu stepped out one step and came to the front of their team, cutting off all their retreat.


    After a strange cry, someone fled to different directions without giving up the hope of life.


    Some people knelt down directly on the ground and dared not take the chance that they could escape from Song Qingshu''s hand. Instead, they cried for mercy:


    "Brother song, can we sit down and have a good talk? Let me go for the time being. I''m the prince of the western world. I don''t want to die."


    "My master is an empty ancestor. I have a bright future..."


    Let others beg.


    Song Qingshu was just indifferent and speechless, so he had to hand it one after another. One finger folded another, and a flower opened on the heads of all those who begged for mercy.


    Then song Qingshu stepped out in the air and chased and killed the group of meditation monks.


    In fact, with the cultivation of song Qingshu, he can turn his hands and kill them all.


    But before, the meditation monks and others were unwilling to make song Qingshu die too happy, so song Qingshu naturally can''t make them too happy.


    "Split up and run away. When we gather together, we can only become a live target. Only when we are scattered can we have that glimmer of vitality!"


    The meditation friar looked at the seven or eight remaining friars around him, bit his teeth, and then opened his lips and said.


    Wen Yan.


    A friar who successfully practiced his body method and streamer determination was the first to break away from the ranks of meditation friars and others, and then directly left them and flew to the southwest.


    "Ah!"


    Just as others were planning to disperse their actions, a shrill scream came.


    Then there was blood splashing in Tianyu. The monk who had just left the team was directly punched into meat mud by song Qingshu and killed him on the spot.


    Listen to that scream.


    Meditation monks and others changed color one after another:


    "He seems to pick on those of us who are alone!"


    "Only when we get together can Song Qing be a little afraid!"


    "In that case, we must not separate. We must escape together and find a way to leave the damn world of song Qingshu!"


    Up to now, meditation monks and others have tasted what despair is, and now they have lost their self-confidence.


    Don''t mention the shame of killing song Qingshu. These people don''t even dare to think about fighting now.


    What is the road to immortality, what is invincible, what is famous, now these things have long been thrown into their mind, now as long as they can live.


    That''s better than anything.


    But what this group never thought of was.


    The little hope in their hearts now is also something that will never be realized.


    The real reason why song Qingshu has not taken action against them is not that song Qingshu is really afraid of their unity.


    But song Qingshu didn''t want to end the cat and mouse game and wanted to make them escape longer in despair.


    At this point.


    Song Qingshu then took a ghostly smile and slowed down even more.


    Song Qingshu was not slow to follow behind the meditation monks and others. While making sarcasm, he kept shooting and killed them one by one.


    They killed them all the way. At last, there were less than five or six people alive, such as meditation monks. It was very desolate.


    in limine.


    The group of meditation monks is full of 22 strong people. How majestic.


    When they are united together, they can destroy one big world at will, which is enough to be called the king''s ancestor in any world.


    But now such a majestic team was killed by song Qingshu.


    "Don''t you feel like a dog?"


    Song Qingshu turned his hand to kill the one with the highest and deepest cultivation among the meditation monks. Then he hissed and opened his mouth to ridicule.


    Hearing the speech, the meditation friars and others could not help getting angry, but there was nothing they could do.


    All the way to practice, these people are the pride of heaven and enjoy the support of countless people.


    When have you ever been so humiliated?


    But now, although they are so angry that they want to kill, they have no way at all. After all, now they are indeed pursued and killed like wild dogs.


    "Ignore him! The most important thing is to live on! "


    The meditation friar gave a sharp drink, and then held Xiaye''s head and the rest of the friars, a total of four people, fled like a lost dog.


    On the way to escape, meditation monks and others were chased and killed one by one. They were covered with blood and were in a mess.


    "Song Qingshu, I''ll fight with you!"


    All the way to escape, the meditation friar really couldn''t run any longer. He simply stood still with a broken jar.


    I saw the quiet monk''s face was iron green. After an angry drink, he waved the dust, turned the five foot long dust into a thousand mile Tianhe, and drew it from Song Qingshu.


    Song Qingshu looked indifferent. His combat power was so strong that he was not able to touch the existence of meditation monks.


    "Give you time to escape, don''t you? Since you want to die yourself, don''t blame me! "


    Song Qingshu smiled coldly and cut it out with one palm. The thousands of miles long Star River collapsed directly. The palm was full of meaning, and half of the body of the meditation friar was shattered.


    The meditation friar screamed sharply. He didn''t dare to save a foolish idea of fighting against song Qingshu, and then fled again.


    "Ah... Sister Jingxin, don''t leave me, take me with you!"


    Xia Ye''s head rolls on the ground, looking at the back of the meditation monk and shouting in fear.


    Although Xia Ye is still alive, she has only one head left. Her vitality is dry and her strength is limited.


    Now she was thrown to the ground by the meditation monk. She just wanted to escape with only one head left, but the speed was too slow to escape in the hands of song Qingshu.


    "Sister Xia ye, life and death depend on life. You can''t blame me for being too cruel!"


    "If you want to blame, blame you for being too stupid and believing in friendship!"


    The meditation friar dragged his residual body and said with a crazy smile.


    "Meditation! I was cheated by you! "


    Xia Ye listens to the words of the meditation monk. She can''t help but show the color of despair in her eyes and cry.


    Song Qingshu walked to Xiaye''s side and said coldly:


    "Adversity shows true love. It''s true."