Tang Cheng only saw that this thing was a spiritual body, but he did not know its origin. These monsters were originally monsters formed after Shura in the underworld died, and their souls were immortal, and they gathered and merged with each other.

The Shura people were fond of war, and they were still like this after death, and became even more violent. Fortunately, those monsters could only survive in the Red Soul Tide and could not escape the fog. Whenever night came, they could come out to cause trouble.

Before the infinite ancient times, the Red Soul Tide did not exist at all. However, as time passed, the souls of the Shura people had no refuge after their death, and more and more, which made the Red Soul Tide occur more and more frequently, and more and more monsters were living in the red fog.

If the blood soul wood produced in the underworld had not been able to spontaneously resist the invasion of this monster, the huge Shura clan had already died. Even so, as the number of monsters increased, the blood soul wood was still in short supply.

If the Shura tribe does not attack Middle Earth and find another good land, the near future will be the time for them to destroy the clan. It is no wonder that the Shura master tried every cunning to occupy Middle Earth. As the king of Shura, he must find a foothold for hundreds of billions of Shuras, rather than waiting for death in a daze.

The monster kept hitting the wooden house, and there were more and more monsters. The impact of more than a dozen monsters made the two-colored lights of the counterattack of the wooden house slowly dim.

If these monsters break through the protection of the wooden house, the miserable fate of the owner of the house can be predicted. The relics slowly rotated, and Tang Cheng restrained the breath of his whole body. In the red fog, it was like a dead ancient tree without a trace of existence!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!" The continuous impact was like a soul-tempering drum beat. It can be imagined how fearful the owner of this wooden house should be. Although they are enemies, Tang Cheng still felt sorry for him. He had to face such a monster every night. No wonder the Shura tribe members were trying their best to invade Middle Earth even after their lives.

There are so many monsters that hit the wooden house. These monsters who rely entirely on instincts do not have the concept of working together at all. If it weren't for this, the village would have at least half of its population. It can be said that if these spirits have intelligence, destroying the Shura clan is only in the backbone.

The wooden house that was most attacked finally exhausted its energy before the light arrived. Under the coverage of Tangcheng's spiritual consciousness, the monster roarers rushed in frantically, and instantly tore the souls of the owner in the house to pieces and swallow them. These spirits did not have the slightest physical attack ability, and physical attacks were ineffective at all.

The monsters who had a full meal had no intention of resting and continued to attack the surrounding houses. However, after they were dispersed, the threat to the wooden houses was greatly reduced.

When the bloody dawn filled the sky, three households in this village did not walk out of the wooden house. Tangcheng could clearly see that these Shura had extreme fear on their faces. Although there were no scars on their bodies, Tangcheng believed that they must have encountered extreme pain when they died!

Many Shura carried the tragic deaths out of the house, gathered them together, placed them on dry wood, and surrounded the fire. These Shuras held hands and danced, and sang songs.

The singing became more and more sad. As the steps were heavy, these people fell silent at the same time, their eyes shone into the void in the distance. The clear and transparent pupils contained in their ignorance was not sure whether it was love or hate!

Immediately, the Shuras threw the torches that were originally inserted on the ground into the pile of dry materials, and the flames rose up and the black smoke pillars rushed straight into the sky. Faced with this situation, even Hua Wuxie, who was most eager to start killing, calmed down.

Will such a quiet mountain village be completely destroyed like this?

Tang Cheng raised his hand and released Hua Wuxie and the others out of the fetal world, then took out the secret book that he had not read, found a place to sit down, and began to read it.

After a few breaths, Tang Cheng saw that they did not move at all, looked up and asked in surprise: "What? What are you waiting for?" Hua Wuxie hesitated for a moment and said: "Master, do you really want to kill them?"

Tang Cheng couldn't help laughing and said, "They have their own feelings, sadness and joy, friends and relatives. But you must remember that from the moment you practice the Heavenly Soldiers and Gods' Slaying Plan, your path of practice is destined to be covered with bones. This time I will not let you practice the exercises with corpses after killing your opponent. You have to do everything yourself, and slaughtering sentient beings is your destiny."

After pausing, Tang Chengfu sneered again: "If you don't want to do this, it's very simple. Giving up practicing and being a carefree one-horned python is also a good choice!"

After saying that, Tang Cheng lowered his head and continued to study. As for the choice of these unicorn pythons, it all depends on their own mood. Tang Cheng did not interfere.

After Hua Wuxie and the others left, Xiaoqing turned around in front of Tang Cheng, hesitating again and again. Finally, she mustered up the courage and said, "Master, they just can't bear it. Those Shuramen are so pitiful!"

Tang Cheng was not interested in relieving the fish spirit. He looked up and glanced at her, then lowered his head to study. It seemed that this adventure had used all his courage until Hua Wuxie and the others returned, the fish spirit Xiaoqing never said a word.

After returning from the battle, everyone was as brave as iron. As Tang Cheng said, since they had already embarked on the road of no return, it was ridiculous to talk about mercy, soft heart, etc. A one-horned python started from practicing Qi until it finally achieved the soul and immortality, and wanted to kill more than tens of millions of creatures that were devoured.

Therefore, the path to immortality is to have you or me.

Tang Cheng sneered and closed the book. He didn't want some guys under his command who were good or bad. No matter how good Shura is, he is still an enemy. If he can't see this clearly, what's the point?

Go south all the way!

One night after another!

Every village is destroyed, and everyone is killed!

The Shura blood flowed into a river in the Tongtian Mountains, but paved the way for the unicorn python to advance. Hua Wuxie finally achieved the realm of Yuandan, and the heavenly soldiers killed the gods and took different paths, which were all different from other techniques. After the monsters who practiced this technique did not form Yuandan in the sky, they would condense a long sword of two colors.

When practicing the strategy of killing gods in the heavenly soldiers, when forming elixirs, there is no need to go to the Nine Heavens Gangfeng to harmonize the vital energy and swallow the qi. Instead, it is directly condensed with the essence of hardware and sufficient blood energy. Therefore, this long sword is made of gold and red.

The long sword has no shape, and it constantly changes between the two colors of gold and red, which is very magical. According to the Heavenly Soldiers' God Slaying Strategy, this sword has since been called the Blood Soul Golden Sword. Any creature that dies under this magic sword, even the body and soul, will be swallowed up to increase the sword master's cultivation.

Back then, the old demon of Tianzi in Hengduan Mountains was invincible with the mountain and sea bracelet and the blood-soul gold-condensing sword, and passed down its reputation. From then on, Hua Wuxie was able to use this sword to fight against the enemy and make up for the shortcomings in his own attacks.

As the sword master continues to feed the Blood Soul Golden Sword with blood energy and hardware essence, the sword will increase its power day by day, and there is no need for the sword master to worry about it at all.

Of course, since this Blood Soul Golden Sword is the original body of Yuandan, once the magic sword is created, it will be greatly damaged. Therefore, the advantages and disadvantages of these skills are different from each other, but one thing is common.

The Heavenly Soldiers’ God-Slaying Strategy is a typical method of slaying the Tao, and the speed is unparalleled in the world. However, the problem is that once the skill is dispersed, it will be like the old demon of Tianchi. The soul will be swallowed by the Blood Soul Golden Sword, and the flesh and blood of the whole body will turn into gold and iron, and it will die miserably! Moreover, its soul realm is very different from other skills, so few human races practice this kind of martial art that harms oneself and benefits others.

In the following days, millions of Shura made this group of unicorn pythons with their flesh and blood. The pioneers of them, the Yuandan realm, springed up like mushrooms after a rain. Their names were all from their own homes, and they were extremely strange. In order to save trouble, Tangcheng directly called them Huayi, Huayi, Huayi, Huayi, Huayi, Huayi, Huayi, etc....

The longer the days pass, the more vigilance Tang Cheng feels.

He believed that if Shura continued to massacre like this, he would react sooner or later, and then he would naturally have a glimpse of the clues from the other party's actions. The problem was that there would be no news when the true man Wangyou left, and Tang Cheng was extremely worried.

Although the old Taoist fights alone to defeat all the heroes, the virtues of these Shura will definitely rush forward. No matter how strong the old Taoist is, it will not be able to withstand many people!

However, what Tang Cheng didn't know was that the old Taoist was fine, but the trouble fell on his head.
Chapter completed!