The only figure in the field was Qin Shu. Amid the smoke and dust, Qin Shu's slightly thin figure stood tall and straight as usual.

The sword light above his head had long since disappeared, and Wu Ying could only see an ancient tripod rising and falling among the air waves. Every time it vibrated, spiritual energy spread across it.

"This is... that tripod!" Wu Ying raised her head slightly, her eyes shocked. She knew the ancient tripod of Wuxu. When she was in Shiwanda Mountain, she saw with her own eyes that this tripod suppressed the decree of the Taoist ancestors.

Qin Shu put his hands behind his back and looked towards the entrance of the courtyard. There was an old man standing there. The ancient and sacred aura exuding from his body made Qin Shu unable to help but become angry.

This old man was the one who asked Qin Shu to show mercy earlier. He was standing in front of the courtyard door, looking at Qin Shu in surprise.

Sometimes he couldn't help but look at the Wuxu Ancient Cauldron above Qin Shu's head. A pair of turbid old eyes showed irrepressible passion and greed. He could withstand his own sword energy in such an understatement without any damage.

This is a great treasure.

The old man thought a lot for a while, and a smile appeared on his face, "I Liuli Xilin, the leader of the Meng clan will never give up, and I will be the master of the punishment hall!"

"I've heard that an old friend is coming, and I came here to greet him on behalf of the clan leader!"

When he smiled, his muddy old eyes widened a lot, and his pair of small pupils were also revealed, which turned out to be a pair of vertical pupils.

"Alas." Qin Shu sighed, "Those who wear fur and armor steal the blood of our human clans and dare to openly call themselves clans. Do you... want to die?"

He lowered his head slightly, overlooking the so-called glazed silin, and his eyes as dark as black holes seemed to see through everything about this old man.

Liuli Xilin's face changed slightly, and he immediately calmed down, "Even if you are an old friend of the Liuli family in the past, you cannot talk nonsense and tarnish the blood of my Liuli family!"

"Defiled?" Qin Shu laughed happily, his white teeth shining coldly against the sun, "That's really good, then you can return this sacred blood!"

At the end of his voice, he suddenly became cold and stern. Qin Shu appeared in front of Liuli Xilin in a flash. His hands reached out like lightning, and under the old man's slightly horrified gaze, he directly pierced his chest.

"Pfft." Crystal clear blood spattered, and the old man's originally long breath suddenly became weak. He was shocked and angry, and his powerful spiritual energy pushed forward.

"Get away!"

"Boom!" The violent spiritual energy exploded, drowning the two of them instantly.

Only the occasional screams intersect with Qin Shu's cold voice.

"This is the bloodline of the Liuli clan, you don't deserve it!"

"Chi..." The tearing sound echoed through the sky along with Liuli Xilin's almost changed scream.

"This is Liuli's bone, come back!"

Immediately there was the sound of cracking dry wood.

"And this heart, how perfect it is, it shouldn't appear in you!"

"There are actually some special skills of the Liuli clan, come back!"

"..."

Qin Shu's voice was like a judgment, depriving the elder of the Liuli Clan's Punishment Hall of everything that represented the Liuli Clan.

After a cup of tea, the spiritual energy dissipated, revealing the scene inside. Qin Shu stood among a pair of broken bones and flesh and blood. The clothes on his body did not have any blood stains and were still as neat as new.

A head was held in Qin Shu's hand, and the original appearance of the glazed cillin could still be vaguely seen.

This scene not only frightened Li Liu, but even Wu Ying couldn't help but change her expression. For the first time, she knew that Qin Shu, who had always been as gentle as water, as if he didn't care about anything, was also like this.

When you are fierce.

Naturally, Qin Shu didn't know what Wu Ying was thinking, otherwise he would have ridiculed him. In the past, all the tribes were on conquest, and monks died one after another. It was impossible to live to the peak of his life without caring about cultivation and demeanor.

Among the top experts of the same generation as Qin Shu, which one did not emerge from the bones and was not fierce? He would definitely be eaten by a fierce person, and not even the bones and dregs would be left.

Everything seemed to have calmed down. Just when Wu Ying was about to speak, a sudden change occurred, and the head in Qin Shu's hand suddenly opened his eyes that were originally closed.

An afterimage went straight towards Wu Ying. Qin Shu stepped lightly, and an unparalleled wave of air swept away. Under Wu Ying's frightened gaze with cold sweat on his face, an afterimage fluctuated violently and fell on the ground.

On the ground.

This is an illusory creature that looks like a cat but not a cat. Wu Ying looked at it carefully and then said in shock: "Is this a distraction?"

This illusory creature is constantly exuding aura, which is exactly the same as the human Nascent Soul, and its eyes are struggling, with expressions of pain and fear emerging, and it obviously has extraordinary intelligence.

It is obvious that only the Nascent Soul integrated with the distraction of the soul can be so agile.

"How could someone's distraction Nascent Soul be so weird?" Wu Ying took a few steps back warily, curious at the same time.

The number of Yuanyings Wu Ying has seen can be counted in two palms. Generally, Yuanyings are very similar to themselves, so that the integration can be a little bumpy when they are distracted.

"Human?" Qin Shu came step by step. When he saw Qin Shu, the distracted Nascent Soul, which looked like a cat but was not a cat, was frightened and frightened. In its eyes, Qin Shu was like a demon.

"Who told you this is a human?" Qin Shu's words made Wu Ying shudder and asked in horror: "Then this is?"

"Monster." Qin Shu replied, while staring at the clone Nascent Soul, "A demon that stole the blood of my ancient clan."

After thinking about it, he looked at the young people who were shot to death before, and smiled: "Maybe there is more than one!"

Demons are not a race. Although they are all formed by cultivating birds and beasts, some demons break through their own bloodline, seize the heavens and create divine beasts, such as phoenixes, true dragons, Taotie, etc. They have broken away from the demon form and formed a clan of their own.

Some demons cannot break through their bloodline or reach the peak in their entire lives, and the mythical beasts are unwilling to pay attention to them, so they have always been loose. From ancient times to the present, they have lived at the bottom of all races, and have been used by all races as dishes, as ingredients for refining medicine, and as...

Servants etc.

Qin Shu never thought that one day he would let demons show off their power on the ancestral planet of the human race, steal the blood of the ancient clan, and even openly live on the ancestral planet with the surname of the ancient clan.

Now that he was reincarnated, he saw that the ancient clan he stole were the same generals he had served under him in the past. How could he not be frightened and angry?

"Let... let me go!" The distracted Yuanying, who looked like a cat but not a cat, finally couldn't stand the torture of fear anymore, and began to plead.

"Sir, spare my life, I was just following orders!"

Qin Shu paused for a moment, then smiled, but there was no warmth in the smile: "I can spare your life, but tell me, are your hands stained with human blood?"

The Nascent Soul was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a cauldron coming towards him to suppress it.

Endless darkness swallowed up consciousness, and the demon struggled to look at Qin Shu with a cold face.

"Why?"
Chapter completed!