At this moment, more and more monks gathered around Song Ning. Those monks seemed to have been attracted by some kind of inspiration. Song Ning flew over, and even the Nascent Soul monks rushed up. Song Ning was now like they were sucking iron stones. As soon as the monks rushed up, they immediately launched an attack on Song Ning.

Song Ning frequently dodged, and the spiritual power that could be mobilized in his body was getting less and less.

"Song Ning, don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame you for offending someone you shouldn't have offended!" As soon as the voice came out, an attack followed.

Song Ning flipped his hands and took out some pills from the storage ring and swallowed them, and his spiritual power was restored.

Click!

Song Ning shook his body and broke the neck of the person who attacked him, and a god-transforming monk killed him on the spot.

"You don't help me, I won't blame you, but if someone wants to fight me, I promise not to show mercy." Song Ning's voice was very faint, but the voice fluttered around him with the sound of the wind, and the figures of the monks who wanted to attack immediately stopped.

Just now, they seemed to have been attracted by the blood-colored pursuit order, and they lost their minds a little and rushed towards Song Ning. But now, under Song Ning's threat, and when Song Ning killed one person, they were shocked to finally pull them back to their minds.

With their cultivation level, how can they kill Song Ning? Even the immortal arts that the sixteen fairyland monks used together just now cannot play any role in Song Ning. Why do they rely on?

Song Ning's speed did not decrease, and the cultivators beside him also began to decrease, but there were also decreases and increases. As long as Song Ning moved forward and as long as there were cultivators around him, these cultivators would be attracted by the blood-colored pursuit order to rush towards Song Ning.

Gradually, Song Ning's hands were covered with blood, and the sixteen fairyland cultivators followed Song Ning tightly. They did not attack immediately. They found that Song Ning's spiritual power had recovered. The sixteen people joined forces just now and could not directly kill Song Ning. Now they had agreed to let the spiritual cultivators rush forward and fight Song Ning one after another. When Song Ning's oil was exhausted, it would not be too late for them to take action.

The monks around continued to attack, and Song Ning was always surrounded by the crowd. The Liuyun Sword was waving in Song Ning's hand, and his limbs were constantly cut off. The monks died every moment.

Song Ning's spiritual power was consumed extremely severely. He would be suppressed in this demon realm. Because of the attacks of the sixteen fairyland cultivators just now, his three styles of imperial realm were broken, and the cultivation of martial arts cultivators completely disappeared at this moment. Not to mention the three styles of imperial realm, the steps of the air, and the nine steps of Xuantian disappeared. Even the Heart-Condensing Art that Song Ning practiced before had lost its effect.

After being hit so hard, Song Ning didn't know if he could recover the strength of the martial arts cultivator in the future. Although his swordsman still has some rules, he did not have any power to the martial arts cultivator. He relied on his spiritual power to urge him. The monks who followed one after another kept rushing up and dying. After he died, he immediately rushed up, just like a moth to a fire.

Now Song Ning has completely understood that the horror of this blood-colored pursuit order lies in this. If this continues, he will be exhausted to death.

He swallowed the last pill to restore spiritual power, and his eyes swept over the sixteen fairyland cultivators who followed closely behind him, and now he fully understood.

These sixteen people followed him, and they had to see that he was exhausted to death and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Everything seemed to have happened for a long time, but in fact it was just a few breaths. Song Ning killed hundreds of cultivators in just a few breaths, and the number was still increasing.

Every time someone was killed, the blood-colored words on Song Ning's body became even darker. However, Song Ning no longer cared about it. What is killing or not? If he was still compassionate to these monks at this moment, he would be directly killed in the next moment.

He doesn't want to die yet.

He can't die yet!

But Song Ning waved the Liuyun Sword in his hand and suddenly felt his body lose its strength. At this moment, he even became difficult for him to maintain his flight.

He can kill ten people, even hundreds of people with one sword!

But at this moment, he almost lost his strength to swing his sword. There were more and more monks around him. Song Ning's killing speed was not as fast as they increased.

The blood-colored pursuit order came out, the heaven and earth changed, blood flowed into a river, and the corpse became a mountain...

"Kill him!" a monk said angrily.

"You kill my father, I want you to pay your life!"

"He killed so much just because we are demon cultivators, is he a human cultivator?"

These people... had never thought at all that if they had not been pushing each other hard, how could Song Ning kill people? However, at this moment, when they were regaining their rationality, they thought of revenge.

Their pursuit began to become natural, while Song Ning became the source of sin. At this time, no one cared whether there was a blood-colored pursuit order on Song Ning. They regarded Song Ning as the enemy.

"The war has ended, but Song Ning came to our demon realm to massacre. We must kill him today!"

"Kill him? You must refine him into a puppet, and make him doomed!"

These people...the blue veins were exposed. When they shouted these slogans, Song Ning felt that they were not demon cultivators, but devils.

call.

Song Ning swung his sword, and there was not much spiritual power left in his body, and he was almost about to fall directly from the air. He flipped the storage ring, but there was no pill that could replenish his spiritual power. But just when Song Ning couldn't think of a leeway technique, he suddenly discovered that there was a translucent pill with blue light in his storage ring.

This pill emits a burst of cold light from Song Ning's storage ring like an ice hockey. This was what he obtained by killing the hidden ice dragon in the lost battle realm.

Now, it is very likely that you will die in the next moment. If you didn’t use this pill, you wouldn’t have the chance to take it until you die, right?

Song Ning was bitter and took out the pill and took it directly.

The people around him attacked Song Ning like crazy. Everyone instantly submerged Song Ning. They punched Song Ning, and Song Ning was like a rat crossing the street.

"He dares to underestimate us demon cultivators, he dares to come and slaughter us demon cultivators!"

These monks were saying different things, and their weapon attacks continued to fall on Song Ning.

The sixteen monks were shocked when they saw this. If Song Ning was killed by these people, wouldn’t they have been fighting for a long time?

boom!

Immortal arts popped up and fell on the monks. Under the attack of the immortal arts, the monks fell from the air like ants. Those who fell were all directly killed in the immortal arts.

There were only a few who could survive and were seriously injured at this moment. They fell to the ground and looked at everything that happened in the sky in panic. Only then did they come to their senses. Sixteen fairyland monks were chasing Song Ning, who were trying to kill Song Ning for the blood-colored pursuit order.
Chapter completed!