Chen Ping glanced at the corpses around. These people were either walking on the road, or were cursed to death while doing something.

If everyone in Qingyang Town died in the same way, then the other party must have prepared in advance if they wanted to curse so many people.

Everyone in this town is under his control.

Chen Ping even suspected now that those people who escaped from Qingyang Town might also be dead.

"somebody is coming!"

Ma Song looked at the distant sky, where there was a force of heaven and earth slowly tearing apart.

Someone is tearing apart the space, and everyone in this world can feel it.

From mid-air, a group of people came out and looked at the situation in Qingyang Town, all of them turned pale with shock.

They are monks of the Great Desolation Sect. This group of monks is mainly responsible for patrolling the area of ​​the Great Desolation Sect. After discovering an abnormality, they rushed over immediately.

But it was still too late, Qingyang Town was actually slaughtered.

"What a cruel method!"

"Is this going to trigger a big war?"

Looking at the picture in front of them, the monks of the Great Desolation Sect couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Ma Song, I have met all my fellow apprentices!"

Ma Song on the street hurriedly saluted. Judging from the clothes of these monks, they were disciples of the same generation as himself.

The figure in mid-air saw the living people on the street. Besides the disciples of the Great Desolation Sect, there were also two alchemists from the alchemy hall. After a few flashes, a group of people also appeared on the street.

"Ma Song, how long have you been here, have you found the murderer?"

Ma Song saluted and said, "Brother Hui, we have just arrived too!"

These monks of the Great Desolation Sect naturally would not doubt Ma Song and the others. First of all, they were directly ruled out from the perspective of cultivation. The spell of killing is not impossible for those who are not strong enough to gather infants. do it.

"Let's take a look separately to see if there are any survivors!"

After Hughes, the leader of the Great Desolation Sect, gave an order, more than a dozen disciples of the Great Desolation Sect dispersed and began to look for survivors on the streets.

Under such circumstances, it is definitely not easy to find survivors, but in fact, some people have found survivors.

Not long after, a monk from the Great Desolation Sect brought a comatose person over.

There is no breath on this person, he is no different from an ordinary person.

Most of the blood was also sucked, which may prove that he is indeed still alive.

After the monks of the Great Desolation Sect gave him spiritual energy, the man slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be a look of horror in his eyes, as if he hadn't forgotten anything terrible.

"Ghosts, there are so many ghosts!"

As he muttered, the monks of the Great Desolation Sect hurriedly used spells to stabilize his spirit.

This kind of weak human being may have a mental breakdown if he is not careful. They still want to ask him for something.

When his mental state recovered a lot, the monk of the Great Desolation Sect asked: "I ask you, what happened in Qingyang Town, you slowly say, we are the monks of the Great Desolation Sect, not bad people."

"The Immortal Master of the Great Desolation Sect!"

The man seemed to be holding on to a life-saving straw, and said nervously: "Ghosts, many, many ghosts, they were all killed by ghosts."

No one would believe the ghosts that came out of his mouth. There are no such things as ghosts in this world, and at most they are the spirits of monks.

Or it is the remnant soul, but these spirit bodies are invisible to ordinary people.

"What kind of ghost?"

This sentence was asked by Chen Ping. This person survived, which also attracted Chen Ping's attention.

"Black!"

He described it as if he was racking his brains to imagine the scene at that time.