"Send you back to the Netherworld Clan?" Ye Chen laughed when he heard this.

"That's right, you hurt me so much. In theory, it is a death sentence for killing the nine clans, but if you send me back now, you will think that you have atone for your merits!" Youming Jishuang said arrogantly.

Of course, she just said that.

Once Ye Chen sent her back to the Netherworld clan, she must ask her grandfather to peel off the man's skin.

She actually tore off her arms and legs, it hurts so much!

"What do you mean, you are from the Thousand Years of Royal Family, so I dare not kill you?" Ye Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Hmph, if you kill me, you will offend the entire Netherworld clan. At that time, you will know what terror is!" Netherworld Shuang hummed.

"Oh? I really want to know how terrifying it is!" Ye Chen said with a funny look.

Immediately, he stepped on Youming Jishuang's chest.

She directly stomped on her body, and her heart was stomped on her.

"Ah! You actually..." An incredible look appeared in Youming Jishuang's beautiful eyes. The man in front of him actually killed her.

Even if you are not afraid of the thousand-year-old royal family.

Isn't she beautiful?

She is known as the most beautiful princess of the Netherworld in three thousand years.

In fact, he was killed like this.

For a moment.

All kinds of emotions such as incredible, regret, pain, despair, etc. rushed into the mind of Wuwei Jishuang.

Unexpectedly, she was just playing around for a moment and actually... took her life.

As the little princess of the thousand-year-old royal family, Youming Jishuang has lived in love with thousands of people since she was born.

No one dared to say a harsh word to her.

So much so that she became more and more lawless.

This time, he actually stole the family's clan-controlling weapons, then killed the Xuanming Sect Master, and became the Xuanming Sect Master himself.

She is preparing to create an army of 10,000 zombies.

Then, unify the world!

Unfortunately, he died in Ye Chen's hands in the end.

...

Above a mountain.

Several old men are playing chess.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman came over and said with an unhappy look: "Ji Shuang has been running out for so many days. You, a grandpa, don't know how dangerous the outside world is!"

"What are you afraid of? Although she ran out alone this time, she stole the tribe artifact from the clan. Who can hurt her?" Youming Wuwei smiled.

The Netherworld is fearless, and the Netherworld is the Grandpa who bullies the Frost.

"You have spoiled me!" The beautiful woman sighed helplessly.

But she felt that Youming Wuwei was right. In the world, no one could hurt Youming Wushuang.

At this moment, a jade token hanging around Youming Wuwei's neck suddenly shattered.

"Hmm?" Youming Wuwei's face changed instantly.

He stared at the broken jade token in amazement.

This jade card is called the Soul Card, and is linked with his granddaughter, Youming Jishuang, using a special secret technique.

Once something happens to Netherworld Jishuang, he will be able to sense something.

As his favorite granddaughter, Youming Wuwei has always hung his granddaughter's soul card as a necklace on his chest.

The jade tablet is now broken.

This shows that Netherworld Jishuang is dead!

I saw the Nether Fearless Breastplate shattered.

The beautiful woman was instantly struck by lightning.

"Old man, then, that's not Shuang'er's soul card!" said the beautiful woman with a trembling body.

Youming Wuwei nodded tremblingly with sadness and anger on his face.

"My Frost is dead?" The beautiful woman seemed unable to accept the result.

The soul card is there.

The card-breaker perishes.

"Send someone to investigate immediately, who killed my granddaughter!!!" Youming Wuwei roared.

On this day, the royal family's heaven changed.

The genius princess of the Nether Clan died!

"Shuang'er has a sword in his hand. Not many people can kill Shuang'er. I immediately notify the royal family below level three. I want to see who is so brave to kill my granddaughter of Youming Wuwei!" Although Youming Jishuang ran to the secular world, Youming Wuwei didn't think that it was the people in the secular world who killed Youming Wushi.

The Netherworld Bullshit has a sword in the stone in hand.

Ordinary royal families may not be able to do anything to her without pulling out the sword in the stone.

Drawing out the sword in the stone can even threaten the Saint King-level powerhouse.

So, he immediately thought that it was made by people from the Thousand Years of Royal Family.

Soon, many royal clan leaders who were under three thousand years old were called to the Netherworld clan.

Feeling the endless evil aura surging on the body of Wuwei, these royal clan leaders were trembling with fear.

I was afraid that Youming Wuwei would kill them.

"Tell me who killed my granddaughter!" Youming Wuwei glanced at the many royal clan leaders with cold eyes.

"It's not us. We all know Princess Jishuang. I know she is your granddaughter. How dare I attack her!"

"Yes, the leader of the Netherworld, as long as he is from the royal family, there is no one who doesn't know Princess Jishuang!"

"I heard that Princess Jishuang was killed in the secular world..."

A group of patriarchs of the thousand-year-old royal family explained with sweat.

They know Gu Ming's fearless character very well.

Decisive in killing, ruthless in iron blood.

And he likes his granddaughter the most.

This time my granddaughter was killed, I am afraid it will be broken.

"In the secular world? Who can kill my granddaughter in the secular world?" Youming Wuwei shouted sternly.

"It was impossible before, but recently, a terrifying figure appeared in the secular world. Four saints and saints of our clan died in his hands..." At this time, an old man with a goatee spoke.

He is the leader of the Tian Clan, Tian Gongyu!

"What, the four saints and saints of your Tian Clan died?" As soon as Tian Gongyu said, countless people present showed shock.

The Holy Son and Saint are extremely precious to any hidden tribe.

It is the future of the family.

The Holy Son and Saint were killed, which was even bigger than the sky.

But there was no news about this Tian Clan.

What's going on?

Moreover, it was killed by people from the world, how could this be possible!

"Tiangongyu, are you kidding? It is said that the strongest one of your Heavenly Clan has reached the three-star super holy. How could anyone kill him in the secular world?"

"Haha, I thought it was impossible before, but the facts were in front of me. If I don't believe it, I have to believe it!" Tian Gongyu sighed.

"Then you didn't go to seek revenge on him? This does not conform to your heavenly clan's character."

"Of course I want to take revenge, but I feel that with the strength of my Tian Clan, I may not be able to kill him." Tian Gongyu shook his head.

"Haha, Tiangongyu, after all, your Tian clan is also a second-level royal clan. Can you bear this tolerate the holy son and saint being killed?"

Obviously, everyone didn't believe in Tian Gongyu's words.

"I, the elder of the Tian Clan, went to see the scene. The young man broke through half of the Song Clan with just one blow. At least, it requires the strength of the Saint King..." Tian Gongyu said.

Although, the Heavenly Clan is a second-level royal family.

But there are no Saint King-level powerhouses in the Heavenly Clan.

Therefore, the celestial race became a turtle.
To be continued...