Devil Seeds

"Won't they turn into monsters?" Song Qingwen asked, pointing to the firefighters outside who were turned into charcoal but still standing on the street, even maintaining their original running posture.

Red-haired Tom said: "They were too close to the explosion, everything was burnt clean, and such a shell was left behind, which is already unexpected. It is impossible to become a monster again."

"Besides, with them around, those monsters that haunt the night will walk around more or less."

Song Qingwen said: "Is there any difference between them?"

Red-haired Tom said, "Who knows?"

Night fell.

The sky was completely dark.

Terrible radiation, under the tornado rolled up by the strong wind, continuously swept across the already unbearable ground.

Everything in the ruins can only tremble under the power of the world.

Song Qingwen looked at the red-haired Tom who had fallen asleep holding the gun, and pulled his index finger out from under the other's neck.

Then he snatched the shotgun from Red-haired Tom's hand, took away all the bullets, pulled out the dagger and hunting knife hidden on the opponent's body, hung it on his body, and then walked out of the fire truck alone.

Walking to the burnt skeletons of those firefighters, Song Qingwen touched them with his hands.

Unexpectedly, a scorched corpse immediately scattered and turned into black ash all over the place.

Immediately afterwards, more charred corpses began to 'collapse'.

Whoa!

In the dark night, some strange sounds came.

A black shadow suddenly bumped towards Song Qingwen.

Song Qingwen didn't hesitate, although it was the first time he used it, he pulled the trigger very skillfully.

boom!

A monster with a human head and a dog's body and a body full of scales was knocked down in a pool of blood. Its crazy eyes were still staring at Song Qingwen, vicious and cruel, without any reason.

boom! boom! boom!

Song Qingwen fired seven shots in a row.

The guns hit, and each shot took the life of a monster.

At the same time, Song Qingwen also saw two monsters that looked like big cats, but with human faces twisted on their bodies, broke into the fire truck and dragged the unconscious red-haired Tom out.

Song Qingwen stepped hard, pulled out the dog-leg knife found on Red-haired Tom, and threw the dog-leg knife in his hand suddenly.

I saw the bright knife light, and a precise circle was drawn in mid-air, cutting off the heads of two cats, and then returned to Song Qingwen's hands.

Turning around, Song Qingwen pulled the trigger again, killing a monster like a monkey.

The magazine was temporarily empty, Song Qingwen held the knife in one hand, looked around vigilantly, and thought about the way out.

If he can use his own cultivation at will, then these little monsters that he doesn't like at all can easily clear the field with only one or two small spells.

But whenever he wanted to bring up his cultivation and break through the seal, it had been a while before the narration that hadn't appeared would resurface, reminding him whether to choose to quit.

The footwork is light and the blade light is swift and fierce.

Even if there is no extraordinary power, even if there is no true energy and mana.

Song Qingwen was still the elder of the Demon Sect, and he was still the headshot demon king who made many righteous monks gnash their teeth, but was terrified.

Ke Xiaoliang, who watched this scene from the perspective of God, felt both rewarded and a headache.

This world view of the "God's Tomb" is only set here by Ke Xiaoliang for the time being.

So far, the magical value he harvested has been greatly recouped, and on the basis of the investment, it has been doubled several times.

According to the original plan, at this time, the disciples of the Demon Sect who entered the 'different world' were forced to withdraw from the world due to external pressure, either using their cultivation base or being killed by monsters.

Although there are troubles in the execution of others, there are generally no mistakes.

Only Song Qingwen... obviously has only a child's body, obviously has no cultivation base, only basic sword skills, body skills and battle experience, but in a short period of time, with the weapons in his hand, he killed Ke. Xiaoliang created dozens of monsters.

"What kind of monster is this?" Ke Xiaoliang was in pain.

Although the inanimate life created in the gourd world can be recycled.

But there is still a price difference between living and dead.

If you recycle it alive, you can recycle as much magic value as you made it.

If it dies... then the value will be halved directly.

It means Ke Xiaoliang is losing money.

Can this be tolerated?

However, it cannot be said that there are only disadvantages and no advantages.

At this time, Song Qingwen was forced to show basic sword skills, which was a disguised form of guidance for Ke Xiaoliang who had practiced sword skills for a while.

It is not a common opportunity to have a master of swordsmanship like Song Qingwen demonstrate sword moves in person.

From this point of view, the magic points that Ke Xiaoliang lost are all worth it.

After watching for about ten minutes, seeing that Song Qingwen was still within a square inch, moving a short distance, often just a withdrawal, he followed the arc of the knife and cut open the vital points of the monsters that were pounced, Ke Xiaoliang couldn't help but Get anxious again.

"Come and go are just these few tricks. He is deliberately saving energy and giving his current body enough time to recover. Use the most labor-saving way to kill the monsters that are rushing from all directions... His sword skills have already arrived A state where lifting weights is as light as light. This requires not only skills, but also long-term training and experience. If I continue to watch, I will not gain more. But if I am really delayed until dawn by him, it will be difficult for me When Ke Xiaoliang thought of this, he immediately activated the 'corpse' that was crucified in the church with 5,000 magic points.

Crows were flying over the eaves of the church.

The activated monster grew broken gray wings from behind, piercing the sky.

Song Qingwen slit the throats of the two little monsters.

He stopped his pace suddenly, and looked at the figure descending from the sky with narrowed eyes.

boom!

Powerful mana and true energy were released from Song Qingwen's body without hesitation.

The body and seal that bound him were torn apart at the same instant.

And the depraved priest who Ke Xiaoliang regarded as the boss of the first act was pierced by Song Qingwen's tyrannical magic power in just an instant, breaking into two pieces.

Quickly kick Song Qingwen out of the 'world'.

Ke Xiaoliang looked at the BOSS that had been wiped out, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Song Qingwen's attack didn't even leave him scum.

The remaining terrifying mana directly burned the broken body of the fallen priest.

In order to force Song Qingwen to retreat, Ke Xiaoliang once again lost 5,000 magic points...!

On the other side, Song Qingwen woke up in the blood pool full of blood jade, and a flash of light came out between his eyebrows, which turned out to be the model of the shotgun he had used.

At this time, the shotgun model was continuously disassembled in the aura, restored to every tiny part, and then reassembled and even changed under the control of Song Qingwen's consciousness.

"It really is true! There really is such a mortal weapon, which is powerful enough to hurt some low-level monks who are practicing Qi training at the first or second level. So, the nuclear bomb... may also be real?" Song Qingwen calmed down. , looked up and saw the dragon soul incense sticking on the incense burner at the side.

A stick of dragon soul incense can burn for a day and a night.

The role of Jiaohun incense is to calm the mind and calm the soul, and it is also beneficial to the practice of magic skills.

However, under Song Qingwen's precise induction, he was shocked to realize that less than one-tenth of the Jiaohun incense had been burned.

And he clearly remembered that he stayed in that different world for at least a day.