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At this time, the monster snake that had followed the old man sprang out from nowhere, caught up with the old man's body and galloped away.

The old man sitting on the back of the monster snake turned his head to look at the stone platform, only to see that Song Qingshu on it had been enveloped by terrifying golden flames, at this moment the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this person's strength is terrifying, he is really stupid. Although the Ri Yanjing has limited functions to improve the quality of immortal materials, its power is no less than that of the Riyan Jing.

Back then, if the old man hadn't had the chance to obtain the inheritance of a cultivator in the realm of transforming gods here, and the evil day flame essence in the inheritance had been subdued, he would have no way to obtain the evil day flame essence.

At this moment, the shackles of the evil day flame spirit were let go by the old man, and he believed that even a cultivator in the state of transformation would die if he resisted.

Although the old man didn't expect Song Qingshu to be burned to death by the evil spirit after what happened just now, but I believe that person would not give up the evil spirit at will. The old man was very satisfied when he got a little chance to escape.

"Take my chance, take my evil spirit, I will kill you sooner or later!"

Regarding Song Qingshu's terrifying strength, although the old man knew that he was no match for him, he was not at all afraid. He even began to think about how to take revenge in the future.

……

"Hehe, you run pretty fast." yuyV

After a cup of tea, Song Qingshu stood in the cave with his hands behind his back, and smiled slightly when he saw the direction in which the old man was escaping. In front of him, a golden flame the size of a thumb was swaying in the air.

The astonishing temperature made the rocks in the grotto squeak, but at this moment Song Qingshu was not moved by the frightening temperature at all.

Because the evil day flame spirit has changed its master, for its own master, although the evil day flame spirit has no wisdom, it can do not hurt others.

"This day's flame essence is indeed a natural treasure. I think it should be even more so in that day. No wonder it is also a rare thing for the strong in the fairyland. But for me, that's it."

Smiling softly, Song Qingshu waved his hand and walked out of the cave, and the evil day flame spirit, like a good baby, followed Song Qingshu's wave of his hand, tightly attached to the back of his hand, and turned into a golden flame in a blink of an eye mark.

At the moment when it turned into a flame mark, the heat wave in the sky disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

In the winding cave, Song Qingshu walked briskly. As long as he killed the old man during this trip, he was going to find a place to retreat for a while.

This cave was originally a good option for Song Qingshu, but at this moment...

"Come out! This vicious villain has finally come out!"

The moment Song Qingshu stepped out of the cave, a sharp human voice came out, and Song Qingshu looked at it amusedly.

In front of him, the originally dense jungle had been cut down, and there were thousands of monks standing in the temporary open space, and behind them, more and more people came.

Seeing Song Qingshu walk out of the cave at this moment, many people glared at him, and the magic weapon in their hands was bursting with mysterious light, as if they were about to kill him at any time.

Seeing the dense crowd in front of him, a strange smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face. Looking carefully, there was no figure of the old man in the crowd.

"Everyone, why are you blocking me here?"

Looking at the angry crowd in front of him, Song Qingshu already understood it in his heart, but he still laughed.

Hearing his question, the monks became even angrier. One of the middle-aged people who were cultivated as Nascent Soul came out with a giant hammer half the size of a man in his hand. His bronze face was full of anger, and he pointed at Song Qingshu's hand. The nose is drinking and cursing.

"You still have the face to ask us?! Just now you secretly operated the Blood Sun Jing Gong circle, why are you ashamed to say it? If Senior Bai Ling discovered your malicious intentions and interrupted you, how could we people still have a way out? !"

Song Qingshu didn't get angry at the middle-aged man's scolding, but opened his mouth curiously.

"Bailing? Is that the old man?"

But Song Qingshu didn't expect that what he got in return for his questioning was even more rude cursing from the middle-aged man.

"Shut up! What are you?! You deserve to be called Senior Bailing?! If it wasn't for being absorbed by a demon like you, Senior Bailing is the number one genius in our Yunhai Prefecture. He is only under 20 years old. How could he change? Like that?!"

Seeing the presumptuousness of the middle-aged man, the smile on Song Qingshu's face gradually subsided, and a trace of coldness flashed in his emotionless eyes.

He didn't expect the old man to be so vicious, he just let go of running away, and even poured dirty water on him on purpose.

And a first-time genius who was only 20 years old, his short-sightedness made him look like that for his little eyesight, and now he still has the face to blame Song Qingshu for the reason, and pretends to be a good person who saves everyone, It's really interesting.

Seeing that Song Qingshu's smile was restrained, the middle-aged man thought he was afraid, and the sledgehammer in his hand hit the ground heavily, causing invisible fluctuations to spread around.

"Don't say we didn't give you a chance. I'll send you the evil sun essence, and go with us to plead guilty to senior Bailing at your own expense. Otherwise, it will be difficult to keep your whole body!"

Chapter 1402 Stupid

Looking at the crowd of low-ranking monks in front of him, Song Qingshu was a little speechless. He could kill a bunch of these people with a wave of his hand. Where did they have the courage to ask him to plead guilty?

"ignorance."

Regarding the ignorance of these people, Song Qingshu could only shake his head and sigh softly.

At the beginning, he just regarded Bai Ling as an old man, so he didn't see the burning marks of the evil day flame essence on the opponent's body, but these people knew the actual age of the lark, and a little understanding of the evil day flame essence would make him feel better. It is not difficult to guess what happened.

In the end, these people actually listened to what Bai Ling said, and it was ridiculous to say it.

"Who are you saying is ignorant?! Kid, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. So what if you can beat Senior Bai Ling? Can you beat so many of us?"

The monks in the open space could clearly hear the word ignorance in Song Qingshu's mouth. The middle-aged man picked up the sledgehammer and looked at Song Qingshu with unfriendly eyes.

Song Qingshu could only sneer at this harmless threat from the other party.

"I said that you are ignorant, you can't even see right from wrong, why is it so obvious why Bailing has become an old man, can't you see it?"

"It's clear that he used the Sun's Flame Essence to temper his body for a short-term benefit, and in the end he tried to restore his body with the Blood Day's Essence Formation and was interrupted by me, otherwise you still have the right to talk to me alive ?”

Song Qingshu's words could be guessed by any cultivator in the God Transformation Realm immediately, but the cultivation level of this group of people in front of them is too low, coupled with the good impression left by Bai Ling for a long time, how can they believe it.

"Hmph, sophistry! How could Senior Bai Ling take advantage of the evil sun or temper himself for a while? In the end, he would use our lives to restore his body?! It's like a thief shouting "stop thief!"

The middle-aged man looked proudly, and looked at Song Qingshu with disdain. When he talked about Bailing, he was like a sublime god. These words made the eyes of everyone who had been shaken by Song Qingshu's words firm again.

right!How could Senior Bai Ling, who is so talented, put them in danger because of a momentary advantage?It must be this gangster calling for a thief. yuyV "Stupid stupidity."

Facing the firmness in the eyes of these low-ranking monks, Song Qingshu shook his head and sighed, and stopped entangled with them, turned around and flew into the air.

However, just as his body moved, a loud bang came from behind him, and Tao Tao's mana surged.

"Since you don't take the initiative to admit defeat, then go to hell!"

It was the middle-aged monk Yuanying who started the action. At this moment, the huge hammer in his hand was raging like a tiger. As he hit Song Qingshu's head with a hammer, a giant hammer with a radius of nearly ten feet appeared in the air, and suddenly The time is full of momentum.

Seeing this, many Nascent Soul cultivators who were waiting and watching in the crowd were also moved in their hearts, thinking that the middle-aged man should not take away the opportunity, so they followed closely behind and flew forward.

Nascent Soul cultivators among them made a move, as if throwing a boulder into a calm pond. Almost all the cultivators who could fly away flew up, and one after another spells or magic weapons attacked Song Qingshu.

Only a very small number of them didn't even know how to fly, or those who were skeptical didn't make a move.

At this moment, Song Qingshu sighed and looked back. In the range of two or three miles in front of him, there were all kinds of low-level spells and magic weapons, as mighty as the heavenly power descending.

Even the monks at the peak of Nascent Soul can only dodge this terrifying attack, but it is a pity that they met Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu, who was originally dismissive of these low-ranking monks, now saw that these people were so ignorant, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

"Since you are so stupid, don't blame me over there!"

Song Qingshu shouted, stretched out his hand and waved back, and at the same time, his heart moved, he had just obtained this evil day flame essence, and this moment just happened to test its power.

Thinking of this in his heart, he saw the golden flame mark on the back of Song Qingshu's right hand brighten instantly, and at the same time a terrifying golden flame shot out from the back of his hand, covering the sky with a radius of hundreds of feet in a blink of an eye, and the void was burned into waves.

However, after the overwhelming flames appeared, Song Qingshu did not attack directly. With his strength, no one present could survive the flames thrown out.

Although Song Qingshu was quite dissatisfied with the stupidity of these people, he also knew that these people were just being used, so he didn't kill them.

"call!"

Song Qingshu opened his mouth and blew slightly, and a divine power flew out of his mouth and hit the sea of ​​flames in front of him. The next moment, the golden flames that had condensed into a curtain were blown into pieces of sparks the size of little fingers.

"Ahaha, he's not strong enough to mobilize the Chiri Flame Essence, brothers, kill him!"

The middle-aged man who was attacking Song Qingshu at the beginning of the offensive in the air was still shocked when he saw the boundless fire curtain, but now seeing that the flames collapsed without attacking, he couldn't help laughing out loud, and the giant hammer in his hand once again accelerate.

Seeing that the giant hammer with terrifying power was about to fall on Song Qingshu's forehead, Song Qingshu showed no fear on his face, not to mention that even if he stood here and beat this person, it would not hurt him even for ten years .

"what!"

Just when a gleam of pride flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, a terrifying pain rose from his face, even he who was cultivated as a Nascent Soul couldn't help screaming, even the attack in his hands softened, The giant hammer actually swiped towards Song Qingshu's side.

It was so painful that the middle-aged man felt as if his face was being eaten by an evil spirit, the pain penetrated his soul, and he couldn't even mobilize his mana.

"Ah, it hurts!"

"what is this!"

While the middle-aged man fell to the ground with his face in his arms, screams came from behind him. He struggled to look back, and finally endured the severe pain to open his eyes, but the scene in front of him made him stunned up.

I saw behind him that the monks who had killed Song Qingshu with him were all hugging their faces and crying on the ground like him.

But the monks who were watching the battle in the distance were even more shocked. They could see the scene just now clearly.

Just when most people wanted Song Qingshu to attack, a terrifying flame rose from the sky with a wave of the other party's hand, and with a single mouth, the flame turned into a sky full of stars.

But unlike the expected collapse, every flame seemed to be intelligent, and rushed towards a monk.

And the number of flames in the air was not too many, just enough to make all the tens of thousands of monks fall to the ground, and not even a single person could resist half a point.

"No! You actually ruined my face!"

Just as everyone was echoing the previous dreamlike scene, a shrill female voice resounded through the sky, it was one of the monks who killed Song Qingshu.

At this moment, her face appeared extremely hideous because of the pain, and a bronze mirror appeared in her hand, and her hideous face appeared in the bronze mirror.

I saw the word "stupid" on the left and right sides of his face was formed by the flames, and it was black and deep.

Chapter 1403 Backer Appears

"No, you ruined my face, I'm going to kill you!"

A female cultivator brandished a long sword in her hand, bursting out bursts of mana indiscriminately. The face with the stupid handwriting looked very hideous at the moment. For a mortal woman, it is conceivable that she attaches great importance to her appearance.

This is especially true for female cultivators after practicing. Some women also specialize in beauty when choosing exercises.

Ruining her appearance at this moment is more uncomfortable than killing her. More importantly, the handwriting on her face is not an ordinary scar. Even if she washes it with magic power, it is difficult to wash away the weird energy in it.

Obviously these two handwritings will stay on her face for a long time. This is a terrible thing for a beautiful woman, and it is more uncomfortable than killing her.

And behind the crazy woman, a male monk with the same writing on his face was desperately hugging his female companion, waving his hands from time to time to interrupt the woman's mana.

"Lily, don't be impulsive. You can't afford to offend this senior. We made mistakes first."

The male cultivator tried to persuade his female companion in pain, feeling unspeakable in his heart.

Following the male cultivator's persuasion, many monks in the field looked very sad at this time, and there were many female monks among them.