In the thick red fog, strange eyes were looking at Qi Yun, either cold, shocked, or afraid.

Without exception, no one dared to show up.

You can only peek out through the red fog.

Qi Yun held a stone sword in his hand, and the sword quickly slashed, and pieces of flesh flew out, and blood sprinkled, as bloody as bloody as it was.

King Cang kept roaring and screaming.

But no matter how angry or screamed, it would not change his destiny at all.

He was trapped on a thick stone pillar, like a pig in the secular world, divided invisibly, and the flesh and blood flew out one by one, dyeing the ground red.

Later, King Cang had turned from scolding to begging for mercy and to wailing.

But even so, it cannot be changed at all.

Brush brush.

The misty red mist was broken, and the bodies of the giant spirit and Xuanwu Venerable flew over from a distance and landed here.

Seeing that the Cang King was cut into white bones on the stone pillar, he was all very happy.

"This is the King Cang, okay, Master, let me do it myself. It is not absolutely painful to scrape him inch by inch. I have a more painful way!"

The giant gritted his teeth and said.

"Is that true? Then let it be left to Senior Giant Spirit!"

Qi Yun's tone was calm.

The giant spirit grinned, took out a black dagger and suddenly cut off a piece of flesh and blood on King Cang's body, directly stuffing the flesh and blood into King Cang's mouth.

"Little thing, you have today. I want to let you eat yourself. Aren't you crazy before? You also grew four wings. I asked you to bake all your four wings. As your noodles, I ate your wings. Let's see what you can do!"

Puff!

The giant spirit shook his palm, and the cold dagger passed by, cutting off two of its wings directly. The pain of King Cang screamed again, and his back was bleeding.

The giant spirit grabbed a spear, and one spear pierced the two wings, then ignited the fire and started to grill. At the same time, a whip with an inverted hook appeared on his other hand, and he shook it hard towards King Cang.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

A whip kept throwing out, and the sound was harsh.

The Cang King screamed endlessly.

The dozen humanoid creatures next to them all looked pale, trembling, and extremely frightened.

Qi Yun glanced at the giant spirit and landed his ordinary eyes on the dozen humanoid creatures.

"After seeing the fate of King Cang, I don't want to be like him, so I wrote down my name, the names of my senior brothers, the names of my senior sisters, the names of my masters, the names of my masters, the names of my uncles, the names of my grandparents, the names of my uncles, and the names of my uncles. Don't lie to me. If anyone deceives me, I will make his pain a thousand times stronger than King Cang!"

Qi Yun's tone was calm.

laugh!

He pointed his finger, and a divine light rushed out, unbuttoning the chains on one of the humanoid creatures, and said lightly: "You write first. After you finish writing, I will search the soul. If you find something wrong, I will make you like King Cang!"

The man shivered and was extremely frightened. He glanced at Qi Yun, and had no idea what Qi Yun was going to do.

Having written so many names, does he want to curse by his name?

But this is simply impossible to accomplish.

They are all super forces outside!

My masters, masters, uncles, and the weakest are all in the Mahayana period, and there are even more in the Broken Period.

A sudden resentment arose in the man's heart.

OK, this native asked himself to write, so he would write it himself.

He didn't believe that the curse here could curse his master, uncle, uncle, and uncle. People like them had long been unable to invade all things and could not be cursed.

If you want to curse them, you will only be backfired by the causal power on them, causing time to kill you.

He felt vicious in his heart, a grim smile appeared in his eyes, and he grabbed the pen and wrote on a piece of paper.

Brush!

He kept writing the names one by one.

All he wrote were true masters.

At least they are all from the Mahayana period, and there is no weak person.

After writing about the Mahayana period, he began to write about the broken period.

Names were constantly written out, and soon more than twenty lives were written on a piece of paper.

"Strong, I've finished writing it. These are my relatives!"

The man stopped writing and ink, looked at Qi Yun, and spoke.

"Senior brother, senior sister, cousin, cousin, how many people are there? Write down everything you know!"

Qi Yun's tone sank.

The man was angry and had to do it.

Not many of his senior brothers, senior sisters, cousins, and cousins ​​are weak, and the weakest are all in the fusion period. What if they write it?

This native, who was watching the sky from a well, did not know how great the world was!

Only when you leave this world can you truly know how terrible it is outside.

Brush brush.

More than a hundred lives were quickly written on a piece of paper.

"No, I've finished writing it all."

The man said.

Qi Yun grabbed the man's head and began to search for the soul.

Of course, his so-called soul search is just a show.

Because the deepest memories in these people's minds have long been sealed and there is not much useful information, Qi Yun has searched several people before, but it turns out that it is difficult to get anything.

Bang!

He threw the man's body aside, then raised his hand and another person was removed from the stone pillar by him and said, "You write it, just like him, senior sister, senior sister, senior brother, and master, all those who have any connections will write it for me."

The man's face turned pale. When he saw the first person, he was searched for his soul. He knew that he didn't want to write it anymore.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the pen and started writing.

Soon a piece of paper was also written in a dense way.

But it is hard to say whether it is true or false.

Perhaps there are some names that are his enemies. Qi Yun, like before, did his soul search for him.

Soon the third person, the fourth person, the fifth person... was released one by one by one, and as before, he began to write down his name.

White paper was filled with these people one after another.

More than twenty pages of paper were written, and all the names were more than three hundred.

Qi Yun kept all these names in his mind.

At this time, the figures in the fog couldn't help but feel confused.

What did this native do if he asked them to write their names?

Did he naively think that he could kill them by name?

This is a bit ridiculous!

These eyes were more or less joking.

Qi Yun's spiritual sense naturally also clearly noticed the figures and sneered in his heart.

These monks from the outside world are all arrogant and used to being arrogant. If they can improve the strength of the three major curse demons, it may be a shock to them.

In terms of killing methods, the three major curse demons and the five major evil spirits are the real masters.

They should kill people as cruel as they should be.

There are also ten ferocious beasts.

Qi Yun must find a way to release all the ten evil spirits as soon as possible.

Since this land is already in chaos, it might as well be a little more chaos.

"The three great curse demons cooked these people for me, and then sent them to the opposite side and distributed them to those in the fog to eat. They have been here for so long, so they can't just watch and not eat!"

Qi Yun sneered.

"Yes, young master!"

The three curse monsters laughed.
To be continued...