Fix your sister's fairy

Has anyone ever seen a river filled with corpses?

Wang An saw this terrifying scene today, and felt fear and discomfort from the bottom of his heart.

The time of a pillar of incense is just the time of a pillar of incense, and the corpses on the Bailu River are already all over the field, only a few hundred people are still standing, and the rest have become dried corpses floating on the river, and the corpses are densely packed together, like a reclamation project, which makes people's scalp numb.

"Actually, most of them still breathe a sigh of relief. Mo Yi stepped on the back of a Blood Sword Pavilion monk's dry corpse and said to the remaining hundreds of monks.

The next moment, the place where he was standing was blasted into the sky by the spell, and countless dried corpses were shattered, bones, and organs flew everywhere.

"But if you bang like this, even if you get it, you will have to die. Mo Yi appeared behind a disciple of the White Rainbow Sect and chuckled back to back with him.

The disciple of the White Rainbow Sect screamed, and the spell that had been prepared for a long time mobilized most of the river water on the surface of the river and turned into a blade and slashed at his back, this kind of spell that left no room for hysteria would be cut even if it was the peak of the hill, and the fellow disciples not far away shouted angrily Don't, but it was still a step late.

Mo Yi jumped up with one hand on his head, and the water-wave blade of hundreds of meters cut through the body of the disciple of the White Rainbow Sect who he was holding with his hand, and now only pieces of parts were left and sank under the river.

Looking at the few monks who were pinch the spell and prepare the spell, Mo Yi casually threw out the blood sword, and the blood rainbow ghostly floated out on the river, and penetrated through the monks who were about to release the spell, each of them was a one-hit kill, at least the blood sword was much more ruthless than Mo Yi.

"Whoever moves, dies. Mo Yi said lightly.

The remaining hundred or so monks on the river didn't dare to move, they were almost frightened, even if many of them were monks in the Returning to the Ruins Period? Can the Returning Ruins Period go through a round in front of this monster? The ghostly speed, the terrifying sword momentum, and the blood shadow magic skill that eats people without blinking, any one of them can become the Tianjiao of the Tianjiao, but Mo Yi has all of them, and this is not his full strength.

How long has it been? The original Bishan Blood Emperor had grown to this state - under the phaseless, invincible.

The real invincibility, no matter how many people come to besiege and kill the Blood Emperor of Bishan, unless they are ready to make the decision to bomb an entire area into a flat bottom, they will all be sent to death in vain.

Monks are just the nourishment of gluttonous spiritual roots.

The words that were once evaluated by the Blood Demon Venerable were now completely reflected on Mo Yi's body.

"Why, why is this kind of monster allowed to exist in the world by the Heavenly Dao!" There are many collapsed female cultivators who knelt on the surface of the river and wept, and their companions and fellow disciples on weekdays fell down one by one and became dry corpses, challenging people's tolerance limits all the time.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, his breath was full of blood, the mana in his sea of qi was like the waves of the sea, a killing feast of one to a thousand didn't even make him lack even a little bit of mana, he was like a tireless machine that would only get stronger and stronger, as if he was born a killing maniac.

The most eye-catching thing was his right arm, which had successfully penetrated to fifteen air pockets, and was now only a little short of the sixteenth.

Mo Yi glanced at the remaining hundreds of monks and stepped forward

"That's enough!" roared the master of the Qingying Gate on the riverside.

"Is enough enough? Why is it enough? I don't have enough. Mo Yi stepped on a leisurely step, his figure disappeared and appeared behind a disciple of the Qing Hell Sect in an instant, and on the shoulder he stretched out, the Blood Shadow Demon Skill drained all the mana in this person's aura in one go.

"I said, that's enough!" the green veins on the forehead of the master of the Qing Hell Gate cracked.

"No, there's still someone standing in my sight right now. Mo Yi took a step, and when the Kunpeng wings waved, he ghostly appeared behind a disciple of the One Qi Sect.

This disciple of the One Qi Sect still has some blood type, and instantly roared and turned around and punched, and the Fengyun fist poured out, but it was gently taken by Mo Yi with one hand, and the power of the full force of the Ruins Realm was sprinkled on the river behind him, splashing a curtain of water covering the sky for hundreds of meters.

Mo Yi watched expressionlessly as the One Qi Sect disciple in front of him was pulled into skin and bones and fell under his feet, a dull vibration sounded on his right arm, the golden light burst and was pressed down, the sixteenth air pocket opened, and the Vast Supreme Realm took it one step further.

The sect master of the One Qi Sect trembled with anger when he saw this scene, but he was helpless, they had no way to check and balance Mo Yi at all, and all the disciples under him were thousands of people rushing up, what was the result? The result was that Mo Yi was now alone in the sea of corpses and blood, and his eyes were full of ridicule and ridicule.

Now, the only reason why these Phaseless Sect Masters didn't lose their minds and act in anger was only one reason - the people they really cared about hadn't become one of the dried corpses.

Half a mile away, Chen Jianyin, Qing Mingnu, Li Mingyu, and the wood of the One Qi Sect all stood silently in place.

They didn't end up, maybe it was because Chen Jian had a good start, these Tianjiao who were among the best in Beichuan County were proud not to participate in the siege of the Blood Emperor of Bishan, and this pride also saved their lives.

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If they had really charged with the sea of people, they might have already become one of the corpses by now.

Chen Jianyin swallowed his saliva slightly, and his eyes looking at Mo Yi in the distance no longer had pride and fighting intent, and now they were full of fear and retreat.

The Qing Ying Maiden also grabbed her bracelet tightly, and she suspected that if it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Thirty-Three Kui Immortal Alliance envoys who intervened and interrupted the fight, her fate would be no different from these dried corpses.

The wood of the One Qi Sect was no longer stunned in the past, and the tragedy of the same sect and the bloody river made him fall into shock and silence, and it was ridiculous that he had taken Mo Yi as the object of challenge before.

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"Monster...," Li Ming said in a low voice, his voice trembling.

The Blood Emperor of Bishan made thousands of dried corpses by himself, and the impact of this scene completely collapsed the self-confidence of these Tianjiao, this is not something that people can do at all, only monsters can create this kind of horrific bloody case.

Thousands of monks, thousands of monks! The time for a stick of incense is gone! The wheat is not so fast!

The remaining hundreds of monks stood in place with dead faces, looking at their own sect master in the hope of being rescued, but Mo Yi crushed their ridiculous hopes with his own hands, and the Blood Shadow Demon Skill was taken care of one by one, and one by one the dried corpses fell.

There are also people who rise up to resist, but the ending of the rebellion is unsatisfactory, the return to the ruins is a joke in front of the Bishan Blood Emperor, until now no one even really knows what the Bishan Blood Emperor is.

Could it be that the Blood Emperor of Bishan is a phaseless period?

This absurd conjecture was extinguished the moment it arose. When Mo Yicai was in Pishan, he was just out of the ordinary, how long has it been? Crossing countless realms in a year? This is the biggest joke in the immortal cultivation world.

It was another time of incense, there was a dead silence on the Bailu River, only the sound of dried corpses falling on the water could be heard, and the monks of Beichuan County, who did not participate in the siege half a mile away, watched Mo Yi "dine", and the blood and pressure became thicker and thicker, which made people fearful.

Finally, the last dried corpse fell to the ground, and the gluttonous feast was over.

Mo Yi let go of the monk in his hand, and glanced sideways at the nearly 1,000 people left half a mile away, and these 1,000 people took a step back like frightened birds. _

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