Chapter 3970 The next target

"ah."

"What? No..."

Amidst the wailing and desperate screams, the many Tribulation Immortals on Yunlou turned into blood and stumps all over the ground. Even their souls were harvested and destroyed.

Completely subconsciously, Song Qingwen held up his magic shield and blocked it in front of him, thus blocking Yuan Bucai's blow just now.

He moved his nose twice and smelled an unusual smell.

"Yuan Bucai, are you crazy? What have you done? You killed them all. Could it be that the Yuan clan is going to rebel? What happened to you?"

Song Qingwen was shocked, his eyes widened, staring at Yuan Bucai with a strange look on his face.

At the feet of the two of them, the huge flying monster that originally carried the Cloud Tower also let out a cry and fell from the sky helplessly.

Their eyes were flashing like flowers, falling crazily from thousands of feet in the air.

"Song Qingwen, the immortal elder of the Song family, very good, you can go and die."

Yuan Bucai sneered. His eyes were full of nerves, and he looked like a madman. There was black stuff flowing out of his eyes, which was extremely strange.

Yunlou, who was falling crazily, also forced Song Qingwen to calm down. He said sternly: "You are not Yuan Bucai, who are you?"

"That's right. Unfortunately, you will never know the answer. You will die."

Yuan Bucai moved, and his body dragged out a strange afterimage. He was so fast that he arrived in front of Song Qingwen almost instantly, and then punched out.

"snort."

Song Qingwen snorted coldly and stepped forward. A shield appeared in his hand to block the blow. Immediately, he jumped up high and was hit by

He flew out.

He sensed Yuan Bucai's difficulty and did not want to fight with him. He just wanted to escape.

"Want to escape? Can you escape?"

Yuan Bucai sneered and immediately sped up to catch up.

Song Qingwen didn't dare to be careless, a flying sword appeared behind him, and he pointed his right hand in the air. The flying sword cut through the sky, like a stream of light, and stabbed Yuan Bucai.

"hehe."

Facing this blow, Yuan Bucai just sneered, extremely sinister, but had no intention of dodge. This shocked Song Qingwen and felt that something was wrong.

However, by the time he reacted, a black figure had already appeared behind him.

"Pfft."

A black sharp claw, like a dead branch or an iron bamboo, penetrated from Song Qingwen's back and came out from the chest, stabbing both sides with a single blow that sent chills through his heart.

Then, a layer of green corpse poison spread rapidly across Song Qingwen's body along the wound. Soon he felt unconscious and could hardly think.

"you……"

Song Qingwen turned around with great difficulty, using up his last strength, he only saw an evil face hidden in the black mist.

"Evil... evil cultivator!"

Qian Zhixie Lao sneered, pulled his hand back, and then punched a green rune, which was stamped on Song Qingwen's body. In this way, Song Qingwen was completely reduced to his corpse puppet.

"It's done. It's much easier than I thought. It seems that after so many years of ease, I have lost my vigilance. This way, it will make things easier for us."

"By the way, after such a long time, you should have sent the news back to the Song family, right?

? Let me take a look. "

Qian Zhixie Lao raised his hand, took off Song Qingwen's storage ring, and started rummaging through it.

After a moment, he grinned solemnly and said, "Okay, it's done, now it's fun."

"Let's go and find the next target."

…

At the same time, in the Wushuang Divine Dynasty who didn't know how many thousands of miles away, the ancestral land of the Song family was located.

In the secret room, several direct disciples of the Song family were meditating silently. This is the important place of the Song family, where the soul lanterns of the great tribulation immortals and immortals in the clan are stored.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew through, and a soul lamp placed on the top floor went out.

Several disciples of the Song family, who had originally looked confused, suddenly turned extremely pale, their eyes were full of fear, their facial features were twisted together in fear, their lips were trembling crazily, and they could not even speak clearly.

"The soul, the soul lamp, went out, the soul lamp went out."

Several disciples of the Song family hurriedly stepped forward to check. They were shocked to see that Song Qingwen's soul lamp was extinguished. They all took a breath of cold air and looked as pale as a corpse.

A disciple of the Song family swallowed a mouthful of saliva and exclaimed: "It was Patriarch Qingwen's soul lamp that went out. What happened?"

"Quickly, go report to the head of the family."

"yes."

Soon, the entire Song family fell into chaos, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

No one among the countless monks in the Song family expected that such a big event would happen on such an ordinary day.

Song Qingwen died, and his death was unclear.

Some time later, a huge earthquake struck the Wushuang Dynasty, and then three streaks of light flew from three places, piercing the sky.

Conspicuously, he quickly headed towards the divine capital.

Many ordinary monks from the Wushuang Divine Dynasty have seen such a wonder, especially some monks from the Manifestation of Saint Realm and the Tribulation Immortal Realm. They all felt it and subconsciously raised their heads to look.

A powerful and terrifying aura came from the sky, making people extremely palpitating, and a bad feeling arose in the hearts of countless monks.

"What is that? It seems to be a strong person in the Immortality Realm. What happened when he released such a terrifying aura?"

"The smell is so familiar. It seems to be the head of the Song family. Where is he going? Is it the capital of the gods?"

"The gods have changed. I'm afraid something is wrong. Alas, it's been such an eventful year."

"What happened? Even the heads of these three major families were alarmed and needed to rush to the capital of God in person. It's so weird."

"Why do you care so much? If the sky falls, the taller people will bear it first. We little shrimps shouldn't think too much. It's delicious and delicious. That's what we should do."

"That's right, carnivores seek it out. I and other casual cultivators can just live one day at a time. There is no need to worry too much. We can eat when we need to and drink when we need to."

As visions appeared one after another in the sky above the Wushuang Dynasty, undercurrents began to surge.

The capital of gods, the imperial city.

The majestic and spectacular imperial city is lined up row after row, with golden palaces one after another, endless, the splendid palaces are surrounded by auspicious clouds, and countless birds and beasts are looming, just like a fairyland.

Guards in golden armor walked through it, like a heavenly palace, creating a scene of prosperous times.

At this time, three streams of light fell from a distance and stopped in front of the largest temple. They immediately alarmed countless monks in the Imperial City's Tianque.

All gathered together.

Three figures walked out of the stream of light, but they were the heads of the three most powerful and powerful monk families in the Wushuang Dynasty. They were all gathered here.