Chapter 387

The atmosphere in the air was extremely solemn.

During the period when the Immortal Ancient World was opened, Yan Qingying had killed many people.

As the successor of the God-Devouring Demonic Technique, killing had always been with Yan Qingying.

She had even received the title of Demoness.

However, Yan Qingying did not care about the reputation of the world.

She only cared about Jun Xiaoyao.

As long as she could continue to become stronger through the God-Devouring Demonic Technique, she would be qualified to continue being Jun Xiaoyao's follower.

The stronger she was, the more help she would be to Jun Xiaoyao.

Yan Qingying did not want to be a burden or a vase.

She wanted to be Jun Xiaoyao's right-hand man.

Therefore, Yan Qingying had been killing to improve herself.

Of course, Yan Qingying was not a lunatic who would kill anyone she saw.

Yan Qingying would only kill those who had a conflict with her.

Even so, Yan Qingying's hands were stained with blood, but she did not regret it.

"Yan Qingying, I'll give you one last chance. Destroy your own God-Devouring Demonic Technique, and there's still room for redemption," Miao Wuxin said.

Her tone was extremely calm, and no one could tell if she was telling the truth or pretending.

"Destroy my own demonic technique and then surrender?" Yan Qingying said coldly.

"There's no need to talk to her. This person's demonic nature is already deep, and she has killed countless people. Killing her is equivalent to saving a group of living beings. Why not?" Bei Mi Hu said pretentiously.

"That's right, the Saintess is right!"

"That's right, the Saintess is merciful. This Yan Qingying relied on the fact that she was the follower of the Jun family's Son Of God to kill indiscriminately. The heavens will not let her go!"

The hundreds of geniuses were all Bei Mi Hu's supporters. At this moment, their eyes were filled with admiration.

In the next moment, a great battle broke out.

Under Bei Mi Hu's signal, those geniuses attacked.

Although their individual strength was not very strong, when hundreds of them worked together, the change in quantity caused a qualitative change.

Unless it was someone like Jun Xiaoyao, Wang Teng, or Long Aotian who had absolute strength and could ignore the number.

The other geniuses, even the successor of the demonic technique, Yan Qingying, could not kill so many geniuses casually.

"Kill!"

Yan Qingying's black hair fluttered in the wind. Her aura was like that of a dark queen of slaughter.

Using the God-Devouring Demonic Art, many devouring vortexes appeared.

As soon as she struck, she displayed her powerful cultivation of Great Empty God Realm.

With this kind of cultivation, as long as he did not run into those monstrous geniuses of the True God Realm, she would be safe and sound.

Unfortunately, Yan Qingying was facing hundreds of geniuses.

Among them, the weakest was at the consummate Divine Fire Realm, and there were even more at the Void God Realm.

Chi La!

Blood splattered everywhere.

Yan Qingying's God-Engulfing Demonic Art tore more than ten prodigies into pieces and refined them.

However, even more Heaven's Favorites made their moves. Their spiritual energy vibrated like a tidal wave, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Seeing Yan Qingying being surrounded, Bei Mi Hu's beautiful face was filled with coldness.

"The Sky-devouring Patriarch's bloodline should be completely wiped out. Once Yan Qingying is killed, only the Son Of God of the Jun Family will be left with the God-Devouring Demonic Technique," Mimi Hu thought to himself.

She even started to think if there was a way to deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

"Our Saint Sect has passed down from many Immortal Realms. Although the Jun Family is strong, it is not impossible to provoke them," Mimi Hu thought to herself.

Moreover, there was no taboo in killing in the Immortal Ancient World.

At that time, if Jun Xiaoyao really entered the Immortal Ancient World, Mimi Hu might really have some ideas.

Just as Mimi Hu was thinking about her next plan, Miao Wuxin spoke.

"Mimi Hu, if we don't make a move, we won't be able to take down Yan Qingying."

Hearing Miao Wuxin's words, Mimi Hu looked over.

She realized that although Yan Qingying was in a desperate situation, she had relied on the powerful devouring ability of the God-Devouring Demonic Art to hold on.

The moment Yan Qingying's injuries appeared, she used the God-Devouring Demonic Art to devour the enemy's blood to recover.

In this short period of time, close to a hundred geniuses had fallen.

"A trapped beast will still fight!" Mimi Hu said coldly. She made her move.

"Saintly Jade Mark!"

Mimi Hu waved her jade-like palm, and light flowed, striking out streaks of light marks in the void. Along with powerful Dharmic powers, it swept towards Yan Qingying.

"The Saintess has finally made her move!" The surrounding geniuses were extremely excited.

On the other side, Miao Wuxin also made her move.

"Mystic Lotus Seal!"

Miao Wuxin formed a Lotus Seal and blasted it out. White lotuses appeared in the void, and they were incomparably holy with Buddhist light.

As the Saintess of the Little Western Paradise, Miao Wuxin's methods were also very shocking.

Both of their cultivation levels were not weaker than Yan Qingying's.

Now that they made their moves at the same time, even Yan Qingying's expression changed abruptly.

"Black Sky Demonic Finger!"

Yan Qingying used the powerful technique of the God-Devouring Demonic Art.

She pointed her jade-like finger, and the black God-Devouring Demonic Qi gathered and turned into a giant pitch-black finger. The fluctuations were extremely shocking.

"How terrifying. As expected of the successor of the God-Devouring Demonic Art. No wonder the Son Of God of the Jun Family likes her!"

Feeling the powerful fluctuations of Yan Qingying's technique, the surrounding geniuses who were watching the show were extremely shocked.

Jun Xiaoyao's foresight was indeed extraordinary.

The people he chose were all outstanding in their own way.

Rumble!

The void exploded, and the Dharmic power rippled out in all directions.

Yan Qingying spat out a mouthful of blood, and her body retreated violently. Her breathing became chaotic.

Yan Qingying was indeed very strong. After devouring the Fallen Son Of God, the Sky Demon Prince, and the others, she had obtained even more powerful talents.

However, Bei Mi Hu and Miao Wuxin were not pushovers either.

One was the Saintess of the Sacred Sect, and the other was the Saintess of the Little Western Paradise.

The two of them combined were enough to suppress or even kill Yan Qingying.

"Damn it. If only I could be a little stronger and break through to the True Immortal Realm …" Yan Qingying was furious.

She hated herself for being too weak!

"Yan Qingying, die!" Bei Mi Hu attacked again, wanting to kill Yan Qingying completely.

A hint of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.

The successor of the Heaven Devouring Demonic Lord was finally going to die in her hands.

As the saying went, an eye for an eye.

"Sigh, don't blame me for being heartless." Miao Wuxin also wanted to use her ultimate move to kill Yan Qingying.

At the same time, she thought to herself.

"Fahai, I've helped you to settle a part of your karma. As for Jun Xiaoyao, he will eventually suffer retribution."

Seeing the two women about to kill, the surrounding group of sky-prides shook their heads.

"Looks like the Son Of God of the Jun Family will have one less follower."

"If you want me to die, you won't have it easy either!" Yan Qingying's hair was stained with blood, which made her even more pitiful.

To be honest, if not for Yan Qingying's murderous aura, she might have become a goddess in the hearts of these sky-prides.

Yan Qingying also activated her Demonic Body, preparing to fight to the death.

Of course, she also knew that this time, she would not be able to survive.

"Meeting Young Master in this life is Qingying's greatest fortune. Unfortunately, Qingying can't keep up with Young Master's footsteps …"

Yan Qingying muttered in her heart.

The terrifying waves of Dharmic powers were about to collide.

Yan Qingying slowly closed her beautiful eyes.

It was not that she did not want to resist, but she was powerless.

However, the pain of his body being torn apart did not come as he had expected.

Many exclamations sounded in Yan Qingying's ears, as if something unbelievable had happened.

Then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.

"Do you know how to write the word 'death' for those who dare to touch the Son Of God or his followers?"