Tens of millions of puppets, plus tens of millions of army of the Underworld, rushed towards Yunzhou City in a mighty manner.

Under the Blood Prisoner Underworld Formation, countless Nether Clans were killed, but the ants of Nether Clan seemed to be controlled and rushed forward without fear of death.

It would be fine if the puppet army was gone, they had lost their souls and were like walking corpses, so naturally they would not be afraid of death.

But the people of the Nether Clan are all living Nether Clan warriors, and there is no reason not to be afraid of the Blood Prisoner of the Underworld.

"Well, these Nether Clans seem to be controlled?" Qin Yu's eyes moved, and his majestic spiritual sense was released. Then he immediately took a breath of air conditioning and said in horror: "Body Control Needle."

The body-control needle is something that can control the warrior's body. It is extremely simple to refine this object, but it is not difficult.

But the biggest disadvantage of this thing is that it can only control the warrior's combat body, but cannot control the warrior's soul. Once controlled, it will be irreversible and there is only death.

In other words, the souls of the Nether Clan in front of them were all preserved intact, but they were trapped in the battle body and controlled by someone to rush forward.

Death may be a luxury for them.

"What a cruel method!" Qin Yu said with his eyes.

The cruelty of the Nether Clan is famous, and there is no doubt about this. However, this is the first time Qin Yu has seen such a thing as a body control needle on his own clan.

The bottom line in Qin Yu's heart was once again refreshed by Nie Changfeng.

Just imagine, there is a sea of ​​swords and fire in front of you, and you can only watch yourself pounce on it, die, pounce on it again, and die again. How great fear and torment would it be.

Even if he is not dead, the soul imprisoned inside will be scattered.

Seeing this, Qin Yu finally couldn't help but take a breath. Nie Changfeng not only wanted to destroy the human race, but also the underworld race. He was going to fight not only in Dongzhou.

"I was such a vicious person, but I was left by my side in my previous life. It was not until I died that I discovered his hateful face. I was really blind in my previous life." Qin Yu roared in his heart.

What is that a person who can use such a vicious means to the human race or to millions of people?

At least, Qin Yu could no longer find any words to describe Nie Changfeng.

"This is the Blood Prisonering Underworld Array you arranged. Haha, it doesn't seem to be very good?" Huang Yang said with a sneer, not being thrilled by the hell below.

It seemed as if all this was as light as a feather in his eyes, and it was nothing.

"Not it?" Qin Yu smiled coldly, a strong murderous intent appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Since you say my Blood Prison Underworld Array is not good, then you can try the Nine Prisons Killing God Array again."

"Nine Prisons Killing God Formation?"

Huang Yang frowned, but he seemed to have no idea about this formation.

However, the next scene completely made the yellow sheep lose his composure, and his face was full of surprise.

"Nine Prisons Killing God Formation, open it for me!"

Qin Yu shouted violently, and eighty-one black lights surged into the sky immediately above the ground, causing the entire earth to be immediately covered by a layer of black mist.

The black mist blew outward, almost instantly covering all the underworld army and puppet army, and then split them apart.

Every nine black lights soar into the sky, forming a cage, and ninety-eighty-one are nine cages.

What made Huang Yang afraid of was that after the Nine Prisons Killing God Formation was urged by Qin Yu, there was no sound of shouting for killing on the ground, and it completely fell into silence.

Those who fought in the sky were also shocked by the silence, and all stopped, looking at the gray fog on the ground in confusion.

The gray mist was like tiny gray sword lights, slowly flowing, extremely calm.

However, no matter how everyone uses their spiritual sense to explore, they can't feel the movement under the gray fog.

"A trick?"

Huang Yang guessed in his heart, but soon felt something was wrong.

"Yan Jiu, what are you?" Huang Yang shouted coldly.

These underworld army and human puppet army are necessary means for Nie Changfeng to fight. It doesn’t matter if he dies, but if all of them are destroyed, then his master’s chance will be destroyed.

"What? Your eyes are not in the early stage, so you won't be able to see them by yourself." Qin Yu smiled coldly, and his spiritual sense moved and he revoked the Nine Prisons Killing God Formation.

The black beam of light that soared into the sky quickly disappeared, and the gray fog was gradually pushed away, just like a sunny day, everything calmed down.

"Wow!"

But just as the gray fog was pushed away, everyone took a breath of air conditioning, because under the fog, there was red blood, and there was only one word to describe it.

"Corpses and seas of blood!"

Red blood kept flowing through the corpses and finally gathered together to form a tiny bright red river.

These bright red rivers continue to gather, and finally form a blood-colored red river that rushes on the ground.

And the corpses were all floating on the bloody river and flowed quietly along the river water.

Whether it was the puppet army or the army of the Nether Clan, at this moment, they all lost their breath, all died of life, and all were killed.

"Nine Prisons Killing God Array, this is the Nine Prisons Killing God Array in your mouth." Huang Yang said tremblingly, his face twitching completely.

The face of the yellow sheep twitched, not because of the anger of the yellow sheep, but was too shocked, so shocked that it could not be shocked anymore.

Tens of millions of the underworld army and tens of millions of puppets were all dead and none of them survived.

"Haha, yes, this is the Nine Prison Killing God Formation. In ancient times, the demon clan had a real taboo killing formation. You may not know where I found this formation." Qin Yu sneered.

Whether it is the puppet army or the underworld clan, these people are controlled, refined, and endured pain and despair, but they have no choice but to even die.

Qin Yu killed them, maybe it was too cruel, but at least it was just a relief, allowing them to go down to the underworld and be reborn again.

And if you are controlled, it will be painful every moment. If you want to die, you will not be able to die. It will be a hundred times more uncomfortable than going to the eighteenth level of hell.

Death is a desire, a desire, and a happiness for them.

Qin Yu was an executioner and a butcher who destroyed the entire Nether Clan, but Qin Yu felt no guilt at all, but instead felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, the people in Yunzhou City behind him will not suffer such tragedy again.

"If I become a god, I will definitely save these tens of millions of undead." Qin Yu swears silently in his heart, his fists clenched, and blood had already oozed out of his eyes.hf();
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