Many monks only saw the black shadow passing by, and the woman was killed, and they couldn't help but sweat on their foreheads.

They all sacrificed their body protection treasures or talismans and looked around with vigilance.

"There is the Demon Lord who is about to recover inside, there is a formation blocking it outside, and now there are ghosts and monsters. We are really finished." A monk collapsed.

"Young Master Song, the situation is dangerous now. If you have any means to save your life, just tell me quickly." Someone said anxiously.

"Okay, without further ado, I'll just say it."

Song Lingcong was surrounded by the Song family, so he was not worried about the remnant soul. He said in a heavy tone: "All we can see that we are already at an extremely disadvantageous position. Life and death are just on the front line. It is impossible to resist. The only way is to escape."

"Escape? How to escape?" Everyone's hearts jumped and he said in confusion.

"When I entered the holy realm, my father had passed on to me the life-saving formation of the Song family. As long as I activate this formation, I could have a method to communicate with the outside world and send us all out." Song Lingcong said confidently.

"Young Master Song, why are you hesitating about having such a good thing?" a monk said anxiously.

Just now, another monk was attacked by the black shadow and died of a life of death.

"But there is a condition for doing this, that is, when I manipulate the formation, there are only people in the formation who I trust enough, but I am dissatisfied with everyone. No one knows whether there is an inside line set up by Chai Zhengxuan among us." Song Lingcong said bluntly.

"This..." Everyone was a little silent.

"Young Master Song, what do you mean, just say it." A monk said.

"You can ask me to protect you, but you have to hand over your life soul so that I can be safe."

Song Lingcong waved his hand and the Song family began to lay out various formation patterns around him.

The short-bearded man also took out many treasures and inserted them on the ground, emitting a vast aura.

"Of course, if you have other abilities, I won't stop you." Song Lingcong said indifferently.

Everyone was a little complicated. If they handed over their souls, they would be subject to the Song family. It sounds nice now, but who knows whether they will return in the future?

"Young Master Song, I know your uncle, can you discuss it?"

"I am from Donghuang Ancient City, and the guards beside you can testify."

Faced with the plea, Song Lingcong just shook his head coldly and said, "Sorry, I, Song Lingcong, only believe in myself."

Seeing the monks beside him screaming and dying, many people were panicked.

Even if he became a slave of the Song family, he would be much stronger if he was killed.

"Young Master Song, I am willing to sacrifice my life, I'm the only one."

“I’ll join too.”

For a time, many people handed over their souls and flew into the formation set up by Song Lingcong.

Song Lingcong smiled slightly and refused everyone.

"The eighth one."

The remnant soul flew in the black fog, holding a coma old man's soul in his hand, and a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

He originally planned to take revenge on Qin Cheng at first, but instinctively, when approaching Qin Cheng, he felt a strong sense of danger, which made him change his attention later.

"Now this kid is very careful. Killing him is too dangerous. You still have to look for opportunities. It is simple and safe to clean up these fish now. This is what I should do."

At the edge of the formation, many monks were heading for Song Lingcong's side, but some of them did not move closer.

Among the more than 400 monks, those who are willing to take out their life souls so easily are only a few, and most of them are still unwilling to become slaves.


Chapter completed!