This person was not Her Royal Highness the Saint at all, but a person of unknown origin, and he made them kneel for more than two hours!

The unforgivable sin was that he sucked all the evil spirit and blood!

Yasha Po stood up, her face full of shock and anger, and the stitched skin on her face was twisting and turning like a crawling centipede: "You are not from Black Witch Mountain! How could you disturb the Yin Sha coffin, and also be in the Yin Sha coffin?

Practice?”

Originally, Ye Wuzong could rely on the Yinsha coffin to fake his identity and pretend to be a person from Heiwu Mountain, just like the real person.

Because of the presence of the Yinsha coffin and the fact that he had practiced the Nine Nether Purgatory Art, it would be very easy to deceive the two of them if he wanted to cover up the truth.

However, Ye Wujiang disdained this.

Bang bang bang, three muffled sounds, only three corpses were seen, and they were thrown directly from the void with a wave of his hand.

"Young Master Xue, the King of Killing Life, and the Hag!!" The two black Wushan cultists were stunned.

The three corpses belong to the three young masters.

"The dead don't have to talk so much nonsense. You just need to know that in the territory of Cangzhou and the people of Heiwu Mountain, I will kill every one I see in the future. I won't be too many..."

Ye Wujie smiled coldly, stretched out his right hand and instantly grasped the Xue Lin Sword. He immediately jumped up into the air. The Xue Lin Sword turned into a streak of lightning-like blood from top to bottom, and struck Zhou Meiran at the front.

The sword strikes down!

After breaking through to the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm and being promoted to the master of swordsmanship, the sword energy that Ye Wuzong's long sword can condense is more powerful than before, and contains huge power!

"Grand Master of Sword Dao!!" Yasha Po saw the power of this sword and it was clearly the reflection of a great master of Sword Dao. In fact, she didn't know that in Ye Wuzong's eyes, he was just an ordinary sword Dao master.

"Bastard!" Zhou Meiran was in the heart of the sword energy storm, frightened and angry. She couldn't figure out why a person at the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm could cut out such terrifying sword energy. But she didn't dare to be careless. After roaring, two

The nails of the hands suddenly formed long claws, intertwined with each other, and then directly blocked the top of the head.

On the claw edge, two dark claw shadows extend out, shaped like cat claws, to resist the sword energy of the Blood Lin Sword.

There was a clang, like the sound of gold and iron clashing, and the huge sword energy directly slashed Zhou Meiran away. She spit out a mouthful of blood, and the five fingers on her right hand were cut off directly, and her body was hit hard against the wall.

Ye Wuji fell to the ground, and the Blood Lin Sword flashed two streaks of blood in his hand. He put it behind his back and smiled disdainfully, saying: "I thought she was some kind of evil woman, but it turned out to be just a cat with red eyes."

The red-eyed dark cat, the demon-shaped blood soul, is born to practice evil martial arts, killing people like hemp. The little saint Zhou Meiran is at the peak of the sixth level of the martial arts realm. She absorbs blood all the year round, and her foundation is even stronger than that of the King of Killing. But at this time

He was absolutely no match for Ye Wujiang with one sword.

"Ah!" Then, there was a sharp roar!

Whoosh——!

Immediately, behind Ye Wu trace, the sound of a blunt instrument cutting through the sky was heard.

He didn't look back at all, as if there were eyes behind his back, he turned his head slightly, and a huge black iron hook flew past his head.

Immediately afterwards, behind her, Yashapo transformed into figures one after another, all holding a steel fork. The front part of the steel fork condensed wisps of black air and stabbed towards Ye Wuxing.

"Three Yin Centipede Fork?"

Ye Wujie turned around, smiled faintly, and recognized these heretics. The trajectory of the steel fork was like a giant centipede, hooking back and forth. If he was hit, all the muscles and bones of his body would be completely scratched by the hook.

"Hundred Swords Chaozong!"

Ye Wujiang raised the Blood Lin Sword, and suddenly turned his wrist, and the Blood Lin Sword spun in a blood circle in front of him.

Like a bloody sword wheel.

In an instant, the sword light forming the sword wheel flew out and came to all directions in front of Ye Wujiang. There were hundreds of sword lights, and they suddenly shot out towards Yasha Po with a powerful force!

These sword energy instantly pierced the centipede-like shadow, swept away directly, and nailed Yasha Po's body.

Yasha Po, with the steel fork in her hand, was directly penetrated by the light of the sword and nailed to a hanging iron hook. Her chest and abdomen were stabbed directly from the back, blood spurted from her mouth, and her body was painfully hung on the iron hook.

With only two swords fired, a believer at the fifth level of the Martial Spirit Realm and a Black Wushan cultivator at the peak of the sixth level of the Martial Spirit Realm completely lost their fighting power.

"Chen Kaibo...Zhao Peipei!" the two women shouted desperately.

Ye Wuzong held the Blood Lin Sword and glanced around lightly: "No need to shout, those two opponents are more terrifying than me!"

The two girls believed Ye Wujiang's words, but they would never have thought that after they just went out for a trip, their old home would be taken care of.

The person standing in front of them was Ye Jiuyou, the originator of evil martial arts in the world, and was sentenced by the Eight Divine Sects to an unforgivable crime.

finally.

Under the malicious gazes of the two, Ye Wujiang inspected the treasures on their bodies.

There was nothing on Yasha Po, and Ye Wujiang frowned slightly, not caring about the pain she would suffer from being hung on the iron hook, and walked straight to Zhou Meiran.

Five of Zhou Meiran's fingers were cut off, and there was also a huge sword wound on her chest, which was already disabled. There was a storage ring on her finger, and Ye Wujiang snatched it directly, looked into the soul, and found some good things.

Among them, two items attracted his attention, including a blood coagulation stone and a spiritual soul blood pill.

The Ling Dao Soul Blood Pill is much more precious than the Chongmai Pill. It can allow people with fifth level martial spirit realm to break through the realm immediately after taking it.

"Don't kill me, I can be your blood slave..." Zhou Meiran was originally a stunning beauty, but at this time, she had lost too much blood and her skin was already ugly.

Ye Wujiang stretched out his hand, flexed and stretched his fingers, and pulled hard, and the remaining blood in her body was directly pulled out!

"Ah!!!" Zhou Meiran endured endless pain.

"You have to have a bottom line as a human being. The pain you are enduring now is not one ten thousandth of that of the innocent people you killed." Ye Wuzong said with an indifferent expression.

Immediately, Zhou Meiran died of anger, and her death was horrific.

Ye Wujiang glanced at Yasha Po hanging on the iron hook again, and after confirming that the other party had completely died after a while, a dazzling golden light condensed on the Blood Lin Sword!

Pure Yang sword energy!

Under this sword, everyone fell into silence.

…

…

Ye Wujiang, who collected the Yinsha coffin, returned to the inn.

I saw that it was already dawn, and the unconscious guests who fell on the ground were still sleeping soundly.

And Ye Chong, Ye Yunzhan and others are already waiting for him.

"Is everything resolved?"

Ming Cangjian asked with a smile. He could sense everything below him, and he didn't feel like he looked up to Ye Wuzong.

"It's all settled. Dad, Tong'er, did you sleep well?"

Ye Wuxing smiled and said.

"Well, brother, where have you been?" Ye Tong looked up at him with her little face raised.
Chapter completed!