Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 373 The End ([-]) Inhuman
Seeing the dense crowd of demons, Song Qingshu couldn't help being taken aback, and said coldly: "One hundred thousand demons and one hundred thousand ghosts, did you really kill 10 people?"

Yang Dingtian smiled and said: "Tarzi, are you considered human?"

Song Qingshu said: "Whether you count as a person or not, I say it doesn't matter, you know it yourself."

"Of course I know, very clearly!" Yang Dingtian laughed, "They are not considered human beings, but if you count, you will be the only person in my bloody banner!"

As soon as the words fell, the densely packed figures rushed towards Song Qingshu in unison.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu swiped his hands in front of him, and a golden Taiji diagram appeared in front of him. This Taiji diagram grew in the wind, and it was tens of feet in size in the blink of an eye. Song Qingshu stood behind the Taiji diagram, as small as Like a blade of grass.

Those hundred thousand heavenly demons crowded the space in front of him so densely that even a ray of light couldn't get in. They barked their teeth and claws, and even killed each other.

"Go!" Facing the [-] heavenly demons, Song Qingshu preemptively pushed the golden Taiji out with a push with both palms. The golden Taiji looked huge, but under Song Qingshu's push, it was very fast and straight. Hit the [-] Heavenly Demon.

In the blink of an eye, the golden Tai Chi collided with the Hundred Thousand Heavenly Demons.

But I heard the sound of "Puff puff puff" sounded on the golden Taiji, and I saw the heavenly demons colliding with the golden Taiji, and the golden Taiji was bloody and bloody. It became red.

Those celestial demons seem to be endless, but when they crashed layer by layer, they knocked out a big hole in the celestial demon wall that covered the sky and the sun. Song Qingshu could even see the bloody banner behind the hole. It was so bright just now.

Needless to say, the Heavenly Demon who was hit to death by the golden Tai Chi, but there are still more people who were not affected, and they still rushed towards Song Qingshu, and they had already arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, the golden core in his body twitched wildly, and the golden flame appeared all over his body again, but this time the flame seedlings were even higher.

"Want to eat me? I'll burn you to death first!" He yelled sharply, and imitating Yang Dingtian just now, he pulled his right hand behind his back, then threw it to his side, and saw a flaming banner taking shape along the way.

The flaming banner did not unfurl like the bloody banner, but rolled up on its own, wrapped Song Qingshu in it, and slowly spun around with him as its loyalty, then turned higher and higher, bigger and bigger, like a golden fire tornado , Rolling towards the surrounding demons.

The flames on the outermost layer of the fire tornado turned into giant palms, holding the heavenly demons in their palms, and then stuffed them directly into the fire tornado, allowing the golden flames to refine the heavenly demons without letting go. Open palms.

In an instant, hundreds of heavenly demons were caught by the giant flame palm, stuffed into the fire tornado and refined into slag, no, not even slag left.

The blood-colored banner above the sky also dimmed more and more, and it did not live up to its previous brilliance.

Watching the demons being refined one by one, the blood-colored banners became increasingly dim, while Yang Dingtian over there was bleeding from his heart, and the blood-colored banners formed by a hundred thousand qi and blood were refined by [-]% in just this instant. about.

Yang Dingtian knew that Song Qingshu couldn't be allowed to burn like this any longer, so he waved his hand, and the bloody banner immediately flew up and down, and every time it flew up, a demon would be rolled up and taken back into it, and tens of thousands of banners would be taken back in the blink of an eye. The Heavenly Demon collected them all, and then the banner rolled back and shrank smaller and smaller until it was retracted behind Yang Dingtian, turning into a blood-colored cloak, fluttering in the wind.

Yang Dingtian looked at Song Qingshu who was in the golden flame, standing still with a gloomy expression.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu also slowly restrained the flames. The fire tornado seemed to be extremely powerful, but it was also extremely consuming of true energy. In just a short moment, it consumed [-]% of the innate energy in his body, and the golden core in his dantian was even more powerful. It was a lot dimmer, and the face turned a little slower.

Knowing that all the flames were restrained, Song Qingshu looked at Yang Dingtian who was wearing a blood-colored cloak and asked, "Your kung fu is quite famous, what's the origin?"

Yang Dingtian did not refute this time, he had already placed Song Qingshu on an equal footing, and said, "Kung Fu is called [Human World Demon Luo]."

"[Demon in the World]?" Song Qingshu repeated, "It's a pity that it's too evil, and it's not the right way to cultivate with the essence and blood of the human body."

Yang Dingtian snorted coldly: "You are exactly the same as that old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng said, you really deserve to be a grandparent."

"In this world, there has never been a righteous or evil way. As long as you have the power, I can define the difference between righteous and evil in any way I want."

"Song Qingshu, I, Yang Dingtian, admit that you are unique and worthy of being my opponent."

Song Qingshu nodded, and said casually, "Oh, yes, yes, it's a great honor."

That tired look made Yang Dingtian's teeth itch.

"You are similar to that old thief!"

Song Qingshu frowned, and said coldly: "You, scold my great-grandfather again, you are a thief?!"

Yang Dingtian let out a breath from his nostrils: "Old but not dead is a thief, he is not a veteran thief, who is."

"boom!"

Yang Dingtian didn't say the last few words, he was blown away by Song Qingshu's punch.

"Just because you are a dog for the Mongols, you dare to speak ill of my great-grandpa, I am!" Song Qingshu stood where Yang Dingtian had just stood, and spat fiercely on the ground.

Yang Dingtian drew a curve in the air, flew straight for dozens of feet before slowly stabilizing his figure, he looked at his arms, Song Qingshu punched here just now, at this moment the flesh and blood on those arms were gone. It shattered, revealing the white bones underneath, and the bright red blood was dripping down like it didn't want money.

Before Yang Dingtian could take any action, he saw the bloody cloak behind him suddenly rolled around his arms. Yang Dingtian felt waves of scorching blood rushing into his arms, and he couldn't help crying out in pain. said.

When the bloody cloak returned to his back again, Yang Dingtian saw that his broken flesh had grown flesh again, but the strange thing was that the flesh was black in color and had no skin. Black scales the size of a fingernail.

Yang Dingtian controlled the muscles of his arms, and with his encouragement, the dozens of black scales stood up abruptly, exposing the black muscles and fascia underneath.

He couldn't help reaching out and flicking the black scales, and there were bursts of golden and iron sounds.

Yang Dingtian couldn't help but excitedly said: "Good baby! If the skin all over his body is replaced with scales, even Zhang Sanfeng, the veteran, can't do anything to me!"

He roared excitedly, but he didn't realize that he was already on the road of inhumanity, drifting away!
(End of this chapter)