All the monks who had not left the mountain were all shrouded in it.

Looking from a distance, under the three mountains and above the earth, the mist is like a huge pillar, forming a storm, from which shrill wails are constantly heard.

Xu Qing's seal was more than that. He raised his right hand and waved, and countless red soul threads rushed out, surrounding the mist storm, spinning rapidly, preventing anyone who wanted to escape.

He wanted to kill these monks life and death.

The poison is getting thicker and thicker, and the heterogeneous nature of the restricted area is being drawn in in large quantities, becoming more and more blessed, and becoming more and more amazing.

It was shrill and shrill, becoming more and more harsh, and the roar also echoed.

It is conceivable that the monk trapped in this mist must be extremely desperate at this moment, and everything explodes in the rapid decay of his body.

But Xu Qing's poison belongs to the power of the gods. If the conditions are sufficient, even the gods will be attacked.

Even with the shortcomings Xu Qing can show at this moment, with the blessing of the restricted area, unless his cultivation reaches the level of Yun Shen, otherwise, with his current power, he can still be killed.

Therefore, this process did not last too long. In the end, the three mountains of the Dry Flame Demonic Master Way collapsed and exploded, dissipating into pieces, and three or five monks rushed out.

But as the poisonous mist dispersed, most of the monks had turned into blood.

Looking from a distance, there was a rain of blood on the Ninth Mountain, and the mountain gradually turned from black to purple.

shocking.

As for those who escaped, they were also wailing sadly at this moment, and their bodies were rotting visibly until they turned into blood and fell into other places.

Xu Qing ignored it and stepped in the air at this moment, causing huge waves in the hearts of the mountain monks. Step by step, he walked to the empty Ninth Mountain where there was rain of blood. He walked to his spear and sat down cross-legged.

The wind blew, carrying the smell of blood.

Xu Qing raised his head and took a deep breath.

The familiar smell reminded him of the killings he had done.

So, I looked around.
Chapter completed!