"Buzz!"


    Song Qingshu drew a bow and shot, and the blood arrow turned into a residual shadow, passing through the sky in a flash, penetrating the head of the last powerful man.


    So there was a dead silence.


    There is a terrible smell spreading here. People are in danger. Those who are not firm in will have trembled in their legs and dry tongue.


    "No, I can''t die here! I must go out alive. I can''t die! "


    "Rush out, I must rush!"


    After a brief panic, the disabled gathered together to make a living with a pile of corpses.


    "Damn song Qingshu, dare to set up this array to calculate us. As long as I can survive, I will kill him a hundred times!"


    "Yes! Wait for me, song Qingshu. I will tear him apart! "


    At such a critical moment of life and death, there are still people who do not understand the situation, secretly ruthless and speak wildly.


    "Don''t worry, no one of you can go out alive. Trust me."


    Song Qingshu''s six senses are psychic. His ears are clear, his eyes are clear, his eyes are thousands of miles, and his ears can hear all kinds of sounds. He has heard such fierce words clearly for a long time.


    Then song Qingshu threw out such a sentence, the language was slightly plain, but it was resolute, with an unchangeable affirmation.


    "Boom!"


    With the words of song Qingshu, the perfect array at the level of puppet emperor lit up thousands of brilliance and shone abnormally.


    The vitality between heaven and earth is like a big millstone rotating. It ruthlessly crushes life. Blood light keeps rushing up, and people are crushed into meat sauce one after another.


    Screams are heard everywhere. Now this place has turned into a Shura hell, which makes people feel numb.


    Although this array is only a pseudo emperor level array, and it is not a very strong one, it already has the power to kill all the creatures in the world.


    Once trapped, it is difficult to get rid of it by virtue of the meager cultivation of Huashen realm and preliminary Shenguang realm.


    In this array arranged by song Qingshu, thousands of dragons leaped.


    That''s the most terrible murderous spirit. It''s not even weaker than song Qingshu''s own murderous spirit.


    There are more colorful thunder lights around the killing dragon. As long as it is hit, no matter who it is, it will become ashes.


    "Ah..."


    The killing dragons tossed in the crowd and killed several people in a whirl.


    For a time, there were screams and wails. Who could have thought that it was just a night to kill song Qingshu, but now it is like purgatory?


    The vitality millstone rotates, chopping one flesh after another into foam, the scarlet blood turns into Koizumi, and the pale brain falls from the sky.


    This night.


    There are too many people trying to attack song Qingshu. Song Qingshu thought there were only more than 300 people, but now it is only 800.


    If song Qingshu didn''t prepare for the array in advance and ran into these 800 top experts, even if he could win, he would be hurt and quite embarrassed.


    But now.


    None of the more than 800 people who came in could break through and escape, and all faced the death of slaughter.


    Song Qingshu, however, just looked at it with high spirits, which was like an ancient battlefield.


    Hundreds of dead bodies are piled up here, blood is flowing, the earth is scarlet, pungent and fishy, and blood mist is swirling.


    Song Qingshu stood in the array, and the blood fog dyed Ye Fan''s hair red, which showed that the war was fierce.


    "Song Qingshu, you''re doing evil. These 800 people are the most powerful people on the road to immortality. Too many people have died..."


    When song Qingshu killed the four sides, a meaningful sigh from the city Lord came to song Qingshu''s ears.


    Song Qingshu shrugged, wondering whether to comfort the city lord or to say with a little determination:


    "It doesn''t hurt to die any more."


    "Now that I have chosen to kill and become a Shura, I can''t stop, let alone be soft hearted. Once I attack, I will kill them all!"


    "Chi!"


    Song Qingshu bent his bow and arrow and aimed at the incarnation of the wine and meat monk who was fixed by him.


    After a long cry and trembling, the blood arrow ran through the void like a startling rainbow.


    "Poof."


    The Taoist priest turned into a meat and wine monk cannot be avoided. Song Qingshu''s arrow is extremely powerful and hits his abdomen.


    After a bang, the Yuanshen of the wine and meat monk cracked and his limbs were broken. His divine power disappeared.


    This Taoist incarnation still has countless cards, but it was shot by song Qingshu!


    "Ah... Song Qingshu, you bastard. How dare you shoot me? Do you know who I am? "


    The Taoist priest incarnated by the wine and meat monk is closely related to the real body of the wine and meat monk. It is the so-called pulling one hair and moving the whole body. The two are greatly related.


    Now Song Qingshu is ruthless, and one arrow has abolished his cultivation, which makes his eyes show the color of despair.


    The yuan God is cracked, his limbs and bones are afraid of waste, and his divine power is dry. Even if he is an incarnation, he will do great damage to the wine and meat monk.


    It is very possible that after tonight, the noumenon can no longer embark on the path of practice.


    At this point.


    The Taoist priest became even more angry:


    "You are so cruel... I must tell the people in front of me and break you into pieces!"


    Song Qingshu was threatened and took his time. He put away his bows and arrows and asked with a sneer:


    "Who are you? Aren''t you a smelly Taoist tonight? "


    "A smelly Taoist without identity. How to liquidate me? Even if you become a monk tomorrow and I don''t admit it, what can you do to me? "


    Stop talking.


    Song Qingshu puts out a big hand, and the virtual shadow of Kun Peng condenses on this palm of song Qingshu. From Kun fist, Kun Peng spreads his wings and bombards thousands of miles.


    "Damn it!"


    The wine and meat monk was furious and urged his whole body to wave the dust. Half a Zhang''s dust came to song Qingshu like a river of stars.


    Patter!


    Kunpeng''s virtual shadow hit the Star River fiercely, and a clear sound came.


    The dust was broken, turned into powder and dispersed. The Taoist body was crushed into a pool of blood mud. Its original spirit dissipated and was directly wiped out.


    Song Qingshu killed the enemy''s rear with one punch and further urged the kill array to launch, making it more ruthless to harvest the lives of the immortals in the array.


    In this Shura field, song Qingshu opened his eyes to the sky and carefully looked for the whereabouts of the saints in the chaos.


    "The son of the alien king? Well, it was him. "


    Song Qingshu looked at a majestic figure in the crowd, smiled coldly and said indifferently.


    At this time, the WanMu holy son could not cover up his whereabouts. He exposed his scales and trampled on the bodies of people like a fierce beast.


    "It''s worthy of being a king of an alien race. Sure enough, it''s very fierce at any time. It''s amazing!"


    Song Qingshu joked to himself with a cold look.


    Then song Qingshu went to WanMu Holy Son. Now, no matter who is in the killing array, he is doomed to die.