"Who to kill?"

The cat blew on its sharp, diamond-like claws again, and the shining silver claws made a metallic sound.

Qin Yao clenched the divine sword with both hands and said with a ferocious smile: "Kill the monk!"

Since these bald donkeys have no morals at all, how can they still talk about trivial morals?!

Speak and discuss carefully because he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself.

After all, with the original work as a reference, we can be sure that killing the Eight Immortals will not have any consequences. But if we kill a group of monks with unknown origins, who knows if a big trap will be created.

But when he talked and discussed well, the other party felt that he was being restrained and did not dare to do anything to him...

Go to hell.

Kill them all.

I will resist all kinds of karma!

Fight hard against ghosts and be obedient to monks... Why don't you go back to the village and be the village bully, instead of just messing around?

For the evil ghosts, Qin Yao's order was the charge horn. The red and white teams, with red wedding clothes and white mourning clothes as the vanguard, rushed towards the thirty-two monks, and the eight ghost immortals who were surrounded by the thirty-two monks.

They were immediately stunned.

They scratched their heads and never thought that something so outrageous would happen!

"You are seeking death!" The old monk in white raised his Zen staff and threw it towards Qin Yao. The Zen staff broke through the air, giving off the faint appearance of a soaring dragon.

Qin Yao used his earth escape technique and came to the hinterland of the Eight Immortals without a trace. He shouted loudly: "Xia Yu, I'll leave that old bald donkey to you. Damn it, weren't you very cruel when you bullied me in the Dead Sea? Why?

Do you feel like you won’t be able to do anything once you get ashore?”

"You fart!" Xia Yu was extremely irritated. He swam over and bit the Zen staff that was trying to fly back. He bit it into pieces and said, "Apart from the time I bumped into you, when have I ever bullied you? It was all because of you.

You bullied me, you swallowed my world, and threatened me to do things."

Qin Yao held the God-Beheading Sword in both hands and slashed wildly at the Eight Immortals. The bodies of the Eight Ghost Immortals who were slashing continuously became smaller and smaller. A layer of bright sword light appeared on the God-Slaying Sword. As he swung it, the golden light shone.

"Nekomata, please help!"

The cat sighed again and said: "What do you think I am doing with you? I haven't reaped any benefits, and I have to work hard for others every now and then. It's so hard!"

Complaining in his mouth, Nekomata's subordinates did not contain Hu. His body came to the old monk like a stream of light, and his steel claws rushed straight towards the other side's door.

"Snapped!"

The old monk in white clothes quickly took off the Buddhist beads hanging from his neck, raised his hand and slapped Nekomata's sharp claws, causing a silver flower to appear.

Xiao Wenjun was suspended in mid-air, his head swollen with black hair. Hundreds of ropes gathered into a rope, rushing from the void to the soles of the monks' feet, quickly crawling towards their calves and even thighs, impeding their movement.

Whenever a monk is restricted in his movements and unable to take care of himself, several demons will jump on his head, face, and back, biting him, draining his energy alive, and turning him into a skinny and boneless corpse.

Mummy.

Messy.

The entire battlefield was in chaos.

The originally aloof old monk in white had his eyes cracked. Looking around, he saw that the disciples he had brought out were dying one by one, and even their souls had become food for ghosts, but he was powerless to do anything!

regret!

hatred!

Endless anger filled the chest and abdomen, making every Buddhist bead thrown out extremely powerful. The cat and fish could only avoid the sharp edge temporarily and wait for the opportunity to move.

"Peng."

In the chaos, Qin Yao's blade finally smashed Lan Cai and Lu Biao, the Eight Ghost Immortals, and tore open the defense line of the Eight Ghosts.

"Old Six!"

Thunder and lightning flashed all over Zhu Qi's body, his eyes widened with anger, he opened his arms and rushed towards Qin Yao: "His brother's, I will die with you!"

Qin Yao's man and sword merged into one, and they were able to swim through the stormy attacks of the Eight Immortals, just like a boat fighting against the waves. No matter how fierce the waves were, the boat could always break through the waves!

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh."

Shao Qing, when the God-Slaying Sword could not cover the light on the blade, the light suddenly flowed down Qin Yao's hands and arms like a tsunami, rushing into his pores and body, so that the true energy in his body continued to grow. , the more I fight, the more I fight, it seems endless...

Qin Yao fell into a state of selflessness, with no sky, no ground, no help, no moves, but the blade he swung was deadly. In an instant, Han Xiangzi and Zhou Xiaoba were also killed on the spot.

The other ghosts and ghosts of the Eight Immortals were grieved, but apart from their grief, they were also filled with deep fear.

They are also monks, so they can naturally see what state Qin Yao is in now!

This is a fucking epiphany, a rare promotion in battle.

With his original strength, he was able to make the eight ghosts flee in panic. If he was allowed to advance in battle, would the remaining ghosts still have hope of escaping?

At this moment, the Eight Immortals were desperate, just like the mournful expression on the prisoners' faces when they brutally killed them.

The way of heaven favors reincarnation, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded.
Chapter completed!