#737 - He who kills will be killed

At the center of the Leaving Kill Immortal Island, atop a sand dune.

At this moment, the sand dune had completely become a battlefield for the immortals to contend for supremacy.

As more and more people arrived, immortals who had been lying in ambush emerged from the sand, and in an instant, the entire sand dune, from the sky to the ground, was reduced to a killing field.

Immortals constantly roared and fell, the sand dune splattered with blood and corpses, only to be constantly buried by sand and dust.

Qin Qixian and the others were also shuttling through the killing field, except that they belonged to the side of the slaughterers.

At this time, no one would hold back, everyone wanted to be among the final thousand survivors.

For survival, and also to enter the coveted Upper Three Heavens, to become a lucky one favored by the Immortal Emperor or even the Immortal Emperor, everyone was fighting with all their might.

Immortals, demons, monsters, ghosts, Buddhas, all kinds of gorgeous lights shone on the sand dunes, and the loud noises of various immortal treasures colliding and exploding were endless.

Some people even sacrificed their divine souls at the last moment to take their opponents away with them.

The tragic nature of this slaughter was astonishing.

"Ghost Immortals?"

Qin Qishuo licked his lips, "They seem to be very strong! Perfect for trying out my new invincible youthful move!"

However, the next moment, his smile froze.

Behind these fleeing Ghost Immortals, countless hideous monsters were chasing after them, with sharp scythes and saw-toothed mouthparts, flapping their wings and shooting at extreme speed.

They were like grim reapers reaping lives, biting tightly behind these Ghost Immortals.

These Ghost Immortals were obviously quite strong, able to escape, with their strength at least at the eighth or ninth level of Earth Immortal.

But even so, once caught by these grim reapers, they were immediately torn into pieces and devoured, making one's scalp tingle.

"What the hell are these things?"

Qin Qishuo was also a little horrified.

But soon, his eyes lit up, discovering a familiar figure on the back of the largest grim reaper: "Qi Peng!"

Qin Qipeng finally saw his brothers and sisters and couldn't help but laugh loudly, while shouting loudly: "Big brother, Qi Xian, Qi Shuo, help me stop them!"

As soon as these words came out, all the Qin family disciples on the battlefield looked over, and while smiles appeared on their faces, they unhesitatingly abandoned their opponents in front of them and rushed towards the group of Ghost Immortals at extreme speed.

"How dare you bully my brother, you're courting death!"

"Big brother Qi Peng, I'm coming!"

"Red Dust One Sword!"

"Azure Yang Sword Technique, Sixth Style, Ghost Annihilation—"

"Little devils, eat grandpa's claw!"

Amidst the wild laughter, the Qin family disciples displayed unparalleled strength.

Although their cultivation had not yet reached the ninth level of Earth Immortal, they already had the strength to completely sweep through this realm, let alone attack together.

The dazzling multicolored spiritual lights intertwined with each other, directly blocking the retreat of the white-faced youth and others, forming a two-sided encirclement with the praying mantis army led by Qin Qipeng.

The white-faced youth's expression changed drastically.

How did another group of people pop up, and they were obviously with those behind him.

Feeling the surging immortal power fluctuations of both sides, the white-faced youth felt despair in his heart.

He had never thought that he would fall in such a place.

He was the only son of the Qingya Ghost Emperor, the current Ghost Saint's own nephew.

Coming to participate in this Universal Assembly was just treating it as a game.

"Impossible, impossible, you can't kill me—"

The white-faced youth roared hoarsely: "I am the Ghost Saint's nephew!!!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, countless white silks shot out from behind him, directly wrapping around his limbs and pulling him into a "大" shape in the air.

Qin Qipeng quickly chased after him on his praying mantis, and Qin Qiming, Qin Qixian, Yu Xianxue, and other Qin family disciples also flashed to the left and right, standing in a row, looking coldly at the white-faced youth.

Qin Qishuo glanced at the white-faced youth and rubbed his teeth: "This kid says he's the Ghost Saint's nephew, is it true or false?"

Qin Mengxue frowned slightly: "Looking at his appearance, he doesn't seem to be lying."

Qin Qigang curled his lips: "Then what do we do? Let him go?"

Qin Qiming, as the eldest brother, remained silent for a moment, then looked at Qin Qipeng: "Qi Peng, he is your enemy, you decide."

"Thank you, big brother!" Qin Qipeng's eyes turned cold, and he uttered a faint sentence: "He who kills shall be killed!"

"That's what I want!"

Qin Qishuo grinned: "Who doesn't have a background? What if he's the Ghost Saint's nephew? I just like killing people like you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Qin family disciples all took action, unleashing their full strength and bombarding the white-faced youth.

The white-faced youth's eyes widened, and the intense fear made his body sway constantly, trying to break free from the control of the white silk, but this was obviously futile.

However, at this moment, a earth-shattering roar resounded throughout the Leaving Kill Immortal Island: "Stop!"

This loud shout shook the mind, causing everyone to change color.

The immortals all looked around, but saw nothing.

The person has not arrived, but the voice has arrived first.

"It's my aunt, my aunt has come to save me—"

A glimmer of hope flashed across the white-faced youth's face, and he roared desperately.

However, even feeling such terrifying pressure, the Qin family disciples only changed their expressions slightly, but the movements in their hands did not hesitate at all.

Boom!

The white-faced youth was directly blasted into powder by the combined attack of the Qin family disciples.

To have such treatment can be considered his honor.

Almost at the same time as the white-faced youth died, a figure wrapped in black mist suddenly appeared above everyone, looking at the gradually calming battlefield below, the black mist trembled uncontrollably.

"I told you to stop… didn't you hear me?"

The cold words seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, making people feel chills all over their bodies.

A terrifying invisible pressure rolled down layer upon layer, and the other party clearly did not make a move, but relying on his aura, he forcibly shocked everyone directly to the ground.

Figures crashed into the sand, even Qin Qiming and others were no exception.

"Who is this person, too terrifying!"

"That person just said he was the Ghost Saint's own nephew, could it be that the Ghost Saint has personally arrived?"

"It is rumored that the Ghost Saint Nie Wushang has heaven-defying strength and never shows his true face, so it seems that it is really possible!"

The immortals were so frightened that their faces were bloodless, and some people even knelt directly on the ground and dared not lift their heads.

Regardless of who the other party was, based on this alone, their strength was definitely beyond their imagination.

Qin Qiming and others stood up from the sand, also shocked by the terrifying power of the Ghost Saint, but none of them showed fear, but instead raised their heads and looked directly at the other party.

"Interesting, it has been a long time since anyone dared to be so rude to this seat!" Ghost Saint Nie Wushang laughed in anger, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Qin Qiming and others in the air.