Qian Lingyun gently turned the long handle of the dark purple demon sickle in her hand. The sickle turned faster and faster under her deliberate drive, and even the surrounding air was whistled with hissing.

A whoosh exploded!

Qian Lingyun's arm drove his wrist to exert force, and actually threw the magic sickle out of her hand like a circular saw blade, and headed straight for the baboons!

The speed of the Rakshasa demon scythe was spinning too amazing. Only a purple round wheel could be seen with the naked eye. The harsh roar sounded in the air, and the soul's cry could be vaguely heard.

"boom!"

After the earth-shaking explosion, the terrifying waves of air rolled over to both sides at the same time.

The physical mortals of these baboons seemed to be a thin piece of white paper in front of the rotating Rakshasa demon sickle, which were easily cut into two sections, and then cut into countless pieces by the sharp sickle blade.

The raindrops of flesh and blood gathered scattered from the sky, wetting other baboons' already red fur.

"Hehehehehe!" Qian Lingyun raised his right hand to cover half of his face. Under the influence of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, purple mist surging violently around her.

Not long ago, the resentment of the dead soul beast was unconsciously pulled over by her. Qian Lingyun's delicate face was slightly gray, her lips were slightly purple, and her eyes were filled with a furious scarlet red.

At this moment, perhaps the former Rakshasa god was sneering with her body.

"Ji!", the baboon king seemed to notice something was wrong, and he let out an unknown growl in horror.

"I've come here, so I'll leave it for me! Resentment is heavy!" Qian Lingyun took a few steps forward in a stiff movement, stretched out her left hand and pointed at the Baboon King. A beam of purple light fell, and the Baboon King's huge body twitched twice, and was confined to the spot by the translucent lion and phoenix bird in the air, one left and one right.

He raised his hand to recall the Rakshasa demon sickle inserted into a baboon corpse, and Qian Lingyun walked step by step towards the blood-toothed baboon leader.

Along the way, many baboons came to stop them from not far away. Without exception, they were cut in two parts and became the dead souls under the sickle of Qian Lingyun.

Less than two hundred meters away, fragments of baboon wreckage covered the grass, and hundreds of white, yellow and purple three-color soul rings floated around.

Finally, Qian Lingyun cut off the last baboon's ferocious head and stopped in front of the baboon king. She stretched out her left hand and gently pressed it on the Baboon King's chest, whispering: "Now...you are the only one left!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

A very humanized plea flashed in the Baboon King's eyes. It tried hard to make the soft and pleasant sound as possible, and whimpered to please the human in front of him.

Suddenly, an invisible layer of mental fluctuation covered every corner within a hundred miles in diameter in just one moment.

The Baboon King, who was still begging for mercy, his eyes narrowed and he suddenly fell into a brief stagnation.

This mental impact does not have much destructive power, but it can make all living things lose the ability to think in a short period of time.

With a tingling sound, Qian Lingyun's Rakshasa divine equipment lit up slightly, and a dark purple light flashed passively. With the help of the purple light, Qian Lingyun only felt a little painful in her head and then returned to normal.

"What's the situation? Could it be..." Qian Lingyun seemed to think of something, looked around suspiciously, but found that at this moment, most of the southern end of the Star Dou Forest was terrifyingly quiet.

At this moment, the sky that was still very clear the moment before suddenly darkened, and a thunderous roar sounded in the sky. At that moment, the light of the sun was completely blocked by the darkness.

A breathless pressure fell from the sky. The Rakshasa demon sickle in Qian Lingyun's hand seemed very angry, buzzing in the palm of his master's palm like a demonstration.

Circles of dark purple ripples spread in all directions with it as the center.

In the outer area, the big silkworm that was trying to integrate himself into the blue-haired boy's body shook violently when the thunderous roar sounded. The two golden little eyes flipped upwards and looked at the mixed area in confusion.

"How come this kind of aura is so similar to those from thousands of years ago?! It's so terrible, you must leave quickly!"

The fat silkworm's eyes suddenly showed a look of horror, and his breath quickly disappeared, as if he did not exist.

A gray airflow fell from the sky as if it had encountered a huge suction force. After turning around the silkworm's original position and found nothing, it turned around and rushed towards the place where it had just emitted another wave.

Covering his painful head, he cut off the Baboon King's head, and the remaining baboons scattered and fled in all directions.

Qian Lingyun waved her hand to dispel the ten thousand-year soul ring that was worth a lot in the eyes of outsiders. She was about to sit down and breathe a sigh of relief when a gray airflow crawled in from her forehead with a whizz.

The gray airflow was still moving in the sea of ​​spirituality at first.

Suddenly, a purple sickle-shaped divine emblem blocked its path.

Purple beams suppressed the gray air mass. The gray air mass immediately turned into a gray bead that was only the size of a soybean, and then it fell silent.

"Hey? What's the situation!"

As he was speaking, a very vague figure appeared behind Qian Lingyun, and his old voice sounded with an indescribable majesty, "Holding the sun and the moon in your hand, there is no self in the world. I didn't expect that I could still have a trace of residual soul to be retained."

Hearing this sound, Qian Lingyun's mouth twitched slightly a few times. She pinched her arm in disbelief. After clearly feeling the pain, she murmured: "I'm familiar with this line! Isn't this the remnant soul of the great magician in another world?"

"Why didn't it look for the boy who had been in the first soul ring for millions of years, but instead came to me!"

Thinking of this, Qian Lingyun scratched her head in confusion.

"Little girl, what are you talking about?!"

Amidst the random thoughts, an old voice sounded in the sea of ​​spirituality.

"Ha...it's nothing, I just like to talk to myself." Qian Lingyun laughed awkwardly and hurriedly made an excuse for herself.

"Haha, it's nothing to like to talk to yourself, but if you are confused by desire and strength, it's not good." The old voice became more and more low, and Qian Lingyun couldn't help but feel a sensation.

She glanced at the Rakshasa demon sickle that was still bleeding in her hand in a daze, then looked at the broken soul beast corpses everywhere, and subconsciously threw the Rakshasa demon sickle on the ground.

"Your original intention is not bad, but this power hopes that you will go along the way, so you should be more careful!"

After saying that, the gray beads split into wisps of white sparks, and began to purify the evil energy that entered the body along Qian Lingyun's meridians.

“…”

Realizing the benefits of this flame, Qian Lingyun did not resist, but just sat cross-legged and began to disperse the blood and energy contaminated by her body.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe drank a lot of blood, which indirectly caused the Rakshasa God in her body to become a little restless.

The negative emotions it controls also began to pollute Qian Lingyun's spiritual sea. Fortunately, with the assistance of the white flames scattered with gray beads, Qian Lingyun could use his own spiritual power to curb the restless power of the divine position.

...

In the main hall of the Holy Spirit Church in the Sun and Moon Continent, the corpse witch Douluo, who had lived in seclusion for six years, crawled out of his cave again. However, this time, his movements were no longer as agile as before. Instead, he looked like he was decaying with oil and lights.

He stuck out the skull from the cave with difficulty and shouted to the man in black who was guarding the gate: "Go and find the leader, I have calculated that the Saint of Rakshasa is in the Star Dou Forest..."

Before he finished speaking, the soul fire in the skull of the corpse witch Douluo was completely extinguished, and the pale skeleton all over his body turned into a pile of ashes in front of everyone's eyes.

When Zhongli arrived in a hurry in disarray, only a bunch of ashes and a shabby black robe were left on the ground.

The man in black next to him knelt on one knee and said respectfully: "The leader, the old worshiper said that the Saint of Rakshasa appeared in the Star Dou Forest!"

"I understand." Zhongliwu gasped, as if to calm down his excitement. He patted the man in black on the shoulder and instructed: "Pack up the remains of the old worshipper and send them there!"
Chapter completed!