I created the world

Fan Qingqi coughed up blood, her face quickly lost its color and became whiter than paper.

Sun Dasheng's body trembled violently. He looked at Fan Qingqi, who was bleeding like a fountain, and exclaimed, "No, it won't!"

There was a sad smile on Fan Qingqi's face, "I, I'm so unwilling...It's not easy for us to be together."

Sun Dasheng only felt his mind was blank, seeing Fan Qingqi's vitality drained away rapidly, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"You won't die! You can't die either!!

However, Fan Qingqi's breathing was so weak that it could not be heard at this time, and her eyes began to close slowly, but her hand was firmly grasping Sun Dasheng, "It's so cold...I, I'm so scared... .”

When Fan Qingqi finished speaking the last word, her hand suddenly softened, and there was no movement.

Sun Dasheng stretched out his hand tremblingly, and put it in front of Fan Qingqi's nose, wanting to check her breathing.

When he couldn't feel any breath on his fingers, Sun Dasheng's mind buzzed, and he was dumbfounded, only the buzzing sound could be heard in his ears.

He couldn't accept the fact that Fan Qingqi was dead.

"what!!"

Sun Dasheng raised his head to the sky and let out a wild roar.

The people in the live broadcast room were startled by Sun Dasheng's scream, and then they saw the black light burst out from Sun Dasheng's expression. The situation has changed.

Sun Dasheng's eye sockets burst suddenly, two lines of blood and tears flowed out, and a faint layer of blood mist appeared outside his body, his black hair turned blood red in an instant, dancing crazily like a flame.

"These bastards, is Fan Xiaoniu really dead?"

"It's probably dead...or Wukong will become like this ghost."

"I'm going, Wukong is going berserk..."

"It's going crazy."

"Wukong is so pitiful, this voice is too scary."

……

Sun Dasheng hugged Fan Qingqi's body, and suddenly looked at the high-ranking monks in the air. His eyes were cold without any warmth, and there was endless murderous intent.

The monks of the major forces were also shocked by this vision of heaven and earth just now. They had never seen such a thing before, and they were stunned for a while.

When Sun Dasheng looked over with blood-red eyes, all of them felt chills in their hearts, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Now that you are gone, I shall never again feel joy or fear."

Sun Dasheng looked down at Fan Qingqi in his arms, his whole body was trembling slightly, but soon he recovered his indifference, and uttered a sentence from his mouth, "Cut happiness, cut fear."

As soon as Sun Dasheng finished speaking, the black aura surged again, and Sun Dasheng's aura also rose sharply, breaking through the sixth realm and becoming the seventh realm in a blink of an eye.

"Cut worry, cut shock."

As the four words were exported again, a black beam of light spread like ink, covering the entire sky, even blocking the sun.

The world that was originally bright and sunny turned into a black mist in an instant, as if it had entered the night, and everyone could only see a little area in front of them clearly.

Sun Dasheng's momentum was still rising sharply, and he broke through another level in an instant, becoming a monk of the eighth level.

The expressions of all the monks present changed, they had never seen the existence of breaking through two realms in a short moment before in their life.

If it's the first and second realms, it's fine, but this is the seventh and eighth realms.

There are less than a hundred monks from all ethnic groups in the mainland of Kyushu who can reach the seventh level, and there is only one person in the eighth level, Duan Qianjue.

After cutting off the four emotions, Sun Dasheng's "Red Dust" directly broke through to the fourth level, and also obtained the moves in the kung fu.

"All, here, I, go to hell!!"

Sun Dasheng hugged Fan Qingqi with one hand, and swung the golden cudgel with the other.

A black aura shrouded the golden cudgel, and countless stick shadows appeared out of thin air, as if ignoring the distance, they came directly to the eyes of those high-ranking monks.

Before the dozens of monks in front of them had time to react, they were directly hit by the stick figure.

If the hammer hit the watermelon, the whole body would explode into a meat paste.

When their souls flew out of their bodies and wanted to escape, stick shadows followed and smashed their souls into pieces, and they were all wiped out.

Tens of millions of people in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded. The high-ranking monks who were invincible just now were all instantly killed by Sun Dasheng with a stick.

"If you're not crazy, you can't survive..."

"It's so frightening, is this really enchanted?"

"I almost pissed myself..."

"Is this the legendary one stick into the soul?"

......

Those low-level monks who couldn't fly in the distance were still watching the show from a distance. When they saw this scene, they were all scared out of their wits and ran away desperately, for fear of being noticed by Sun Dasheng.

Sun Dasheng killed the group of high-level monks, and he didn't let it go. Instead, he waved his stick straight ahead with no expression.

Chapter 615

A stick shadow fell from the sky, and the huge stick shadow, like a pillar of the sky, brushed across the clouds, covered the sky with a black hazy spiritual light, and then crashed down.

boom!

An earth-shattering roar sounded, as if a super-large-scale earthquake had occurred, and the entire Yuyang Gorge was blasted into the ground.

A sandstorm was set off above the earth, submerging everything.

The stick shadow of Qingtian destroyed everything in the canyon, and all the low-level monks had no time to escape, nor could they escape.

Sun Dasheng killed everyone present with a stick, and the tears in his eyes finally fell uncontrollably, and they were all tears of blood.

Sun Dasheng looked at Fan Qingqi who had lost his vitality in his arms, and his blood-red eyes gradually showed madness, "You can't die without my permission!!"

"There must be a way to save you!"

"This is the world of Xianxia, ​​there must be a way to revive you!"

Sun Dasheng began to think quickly in his mind, and soon he thought of Jingling.

When he was on the verge of dying, it was Jing Ling who spewed a breath of spiritual light, which made him recover in an instant.