In the midst of the blood spilling and the flying heads, the monk from the Shenglan tribe saw a figure standing next to a headless corpse.

Xu Qing licked away the blood that splashed at the corner of his mouth. The salty and astringent taste made his war-stained red eyes secrete the evil energy hidden in his body.

Xu Qing wasted no time, his body rushed out in an instant, and the power of drug ban spread and enveloped the body surface.

Wherever he passed, whenever he came close, the bodies of all Shenglan clan members would tremble, screams that he could not hear came from under their armor, and their bodies rotted away.

Xu Qing is not worried about accidental injuries, because there are obviously more Shenglan tribesmen on this battlefield, and his poison surrounds the surface of the body, and it is sent and received by the heart to a certain extent, so the possibility of poisoning is unlikely.

So while walking forward, he began to observe the ubiquitous black snowflakes on the battlefield at close range, letting them fall on his body, and carefully experiencing the power of the red moon contained within.

But as he probed, the snowflakes that fell on him emitted unstable fluctuations, and suddenly collapsed inside, collapsing on their own.

"Yes and no..." Xu Qing was vigilant and at the same time, he thought in his heart.

There is indeed a trace of the power of the red moon in these snowflakes, but the content is too little and insignificant.

What's more, some kind of chaotic force controls its power. Although Xu Qing can influence it, it's not much. Even if he's not careful, he will collapse.

If you want to truly control it, you still need more observation and experimentation.

As for the poison contained in it, it is nothing compared to Xu Qing's own poison.

However, after these black snows are transformed into a magic spell, they are very powerful, especially when a large number of snowflakes are combined together, it is even more amazing.

"It contains more, some kind of malicious and extremely unstable power of chaos, pulling these snowflakes to merge with each other..."

Xu Qing thought about it and tried to collect some, then left the place and went to other areas.

He wanted to feel the diamond-shaped magic weapon of Tianmu to see if it was like Heixue.

But the opponent is in the sky, the target is too big, and the danger level to itself is also extremely high.

So Xu Qing set his sights on the reapers he formed.

At this moment, in a flash, he rushed towards the reaper who was fighting with a Fenghai County war puppet in the distance.

As for the strange things on the battlefield, Xu Qing also observed them.

"This is an active heterogeneity. It is not released from a forbidden area, but created by someone!"

Xu Qing's eyes narrowed, his shadows dispersed, and he frantically absorbed the strange things from all directions.

For shadows, it is obvious that active heterogeneity is more suitable for growth.

At the same time, the ancestors of the Vajra Sect also flew out and surrounded Xu Qing to protect him.

As we move forward, the killings continue to unfold.

There were too many Shenglan tribesmen on the battlefield. As Xu Qing shuttled back and forth quickly, blood gradually invaded his Taoist robe, and more flowed down his face and hands to the ground.

Time passed slowly, and corpses fell one after another wherever Xu Qing passed.

He was very cautious. Even though his eyes were red, he remained calm. He never stayed in one place for too long. However, whenever he noticed the appearance of a spiritual treasure, he would avoid it immediately.

In this way, not long after, Xu Qing finally approached the place where a war puppet and the reaper were fighting.

After being on the battlefield for a long time, Xu Qing also felt the hardship of human monks.

Because here, the deafening roar is much stronger than inside the golden net. In this continuous reverberation, all the sad sounds are slowly drowned.

After a long time, both sides of the war instinctively became deaf without hearing.

I can't hear the screams of others, nor can I hear my own wails.

After a person loses his hearing, there will be two contradictory overlaps in his perception. On the one hand, the battlefield seen in his eyes is infinitely large and extremely tragic.

On the other hand, in your own perception, it seems infinitely small, because you can't hear anyone's voice.

This state will make people focus more on killing, but at the same time, it will also put people on the verge of mental collapse.

Xu Qing saw many such people along the way, especially corpses. Some of them instinctively pressed their ears at the moment of death, not wanting to listen to the endless roar.

This is true for the human race, and so is the Shenglan race.

At this moment, at Xu Qing's feet, there was such a mutilated corpse.

After taking one look, he silently withdrew his gaze and stared at the fighting reapers and war puppets. Their battle had come to an end, and the war puppets had the upper hand.

Both sides are tens of feet tall. Fenghai County's puppet is in human form, while the reaper is in the shape of a mantis. Their attacks on each other are extremely brutal. Every time they attack, flesh and blood will fly everywhere, or the puppet will collapse into large pieces.

The scope of the impact is not small, and the combat power displayed has surpassed Yuanying and reached the level of Lingzang.

Looking at the battlefield, between the tens of thousands of war puppets and the reapers, there were half and half casualties.

Soon, the battle that had been going on for a long time ended. Fenghai County's war puppet finally blasted the reaper away. After being torn into pieces, it quickly left without any pause.

Xu Qing immediately stepped forward and came to a piece of reaper flesh and blood, feeling the remaining aura within it. He soon realized that it indeed contained the power of the red moon, and it was obviously thicker than the black snow.

Xu Qing's eyes narrowed, and he was about to take a closer look, but at this moment, the war suddenly changed dramatically!

The palace master's voice, with unprecedented solemnity, echoed across the battlefield.

"All legions in Fenghai County will return immediately!!"

Almost at the moment when the palace master's words came out, the color of the sky changed, and a shocking sound that surpassed the operation of war magic weapons came from the whirlpool in the sky.

The sound was so loud that it suppressed everything, making the monks on both sides of the battlefield seem to have regained their hearing.

Thumping!

Thumping!

Thumping!

A majestic sound like a heartbeat came from the huge whirlpool in the sky. As it resounded throughout the world, a huge eye appeared directly from the whirlpool.

The eyes were gray-white, lifeless, and filled with death. The moment they appeared, a thick aura of death spread from within, covering the battlefield.

The next moment, the huge eye rushed outwards, and suddenly the already large whirlpool in the sky was opened directly, and a red head flew out from the inside!

That's not a human head, but a red bird's head!

Only head, no body.

There are neat incisions on the neck of this bird's head, as if someone had cut it off directly from the neck with a sharp knife during its lifetime.

The bird's head is too big, and Qingqin's body is very different from it, like a child and an adult.

It appeared on the battlefield and occupied most of the sky. In the eyes of death, there was a huge throne!

There is a person sitting on top.

This man was wearing an imperial robe and an imperial crown, and his face was covered by a bead curtain. He couldn't see his appearance clearly, but there was an earth-shattering coercion that swept from him in all directions like a storm.

And that terrifying bird head, if you look at it now, it's just his cockroach.

The Shenglan monks on the battlefield looked at this scene one by one, and they were all excited and knelt down to the sky.

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!!"

Looking around, there are countless Shenglan tribesmen on the battlefield, all of them kneeling in worship, their expressions showing fanaticism.

At the same time, on the fourth line of defense, the Palace Master's huge illusory body, tens of thousands of feet high, emerged out of thin air, with its feet on the ground and the sky above its head. It exuded terrifying evil energy, causing the sky around it to change color.

The sword-holding Dao Bell floats to the left, and bursts of ancient bells ring out. The Ten Thousand Zhang Emperor Sword transforms to the right, emitting shocking murderous intent.

Behind him, the void twisted and rotated, forming giant eyes, looking at the coming emperor.

"Old ghost with red spirit."

The person coming is none other than the emperor of the Hongling Dynasty among the four great dynasties of the Shenglan tribe!

On the clearly defined battlefield, with the arrival of the figures of the Red Spirit Emperor and the Master of the Sword Holding Palace, a confrontation emerged.

Viewed from a distance, the cutting effect of the golden net is even clearer.

Outside the golden net, the emperor's power is mighty, and his soul envelopes the world.

Within the golden net, evil intent rises, and the domineering force shakes the sky.

The coercion from these two huge figures filled the entire battlefield and affected the whole state, causing countless lives in Linlan State to tremble at this moment, and trembling could be heard from the depths of their souls.

The Red Spirit Emperor and the Palace Master of the Sword Holding Palace were really too strong. The contact of their eyes and the confrontation of their breaths were enough to shake the world.

Even if you look carefully, you can still see the emptiness between the two parties. At this moment, countless shadows of small worlds appear.

It's like a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth.

These come from their respective small worlds. The sky is colliding, and countless illusory figures are flying out from inside. They are fighting. When it is thrilling, the small worlds collapse at all times.

But more small worlds continue to form, and it is obvious that many small worlds on both sides are rapidly approaching the level of unification under the roar of each other.

The auras of the two of them were rising rapidly in this process, and it was obvious that they finally completed the unification and formed the illusory world, which was the scope of their cultivation.

And being able to do this step and achieve the illusory world represents the fourth level of returning to the virtual world.

If you can, after unification, lift the illusory world high, turn it into reality, carry it on your body, and then fuse it with your own soul to completely light it up and turn it into a world.

That is the real One Realm Yun Shen!

Obviously, neither the Red Spirit Emperor nor the Palace Master has reached this level yet. After all, there is a huge gap like a fracture between the fourth level of Guixu and the Yijie Yun Shen, and there is no chance of one!
To be continued...