: Invincible, killing people like hemp, gods and ghosts making changes, dark clouds rolling in, like a surging tide.

In the sky, a shadow of a peerless killing god emerged from the dark clouds. It roared loudly and suddenly exploded!

"I, Zuo Wuzhou, have come to settle my old feud. How dare Zhuo Yizong dare to fight and die!"

This scene and this sound made countless people scared to death!

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In a place in Zhuo Yizong, several Wuzong disciples were scolding one person, Mu Longqing, who was more than twenty years older with angry faces.

"Mu Longqing, damn, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could our sect have provoked Zuo Wuzhou?" Wu Zong angrily hit and scolded him.

A crisp slap hit Mu Longqing's face so hard that it immediately swelled up. Like half a pig's head, Mu Longqing remained numb, as if numb. As if his heart had died.

Ever since Zuo Wuzhou came back strong and defeated Zhu Wudao a few years ago, one of the most popular sports among the disciples of Zhuo Yizong is eating, sleeping, and playing Doudou!

Mu Longqing is Doudou.

At first, this sport was hidden from the Martial Saints. In the past year, the Martial Saints of Zhuo Yizong knew about it, but they also secretly acquiesced to this very "after-dinner activity".

Sixty years ago, during a melee at the Soul Heaven Conference to seize the "Heavenly King's Book", Zhuo Tianlang escaped and Mu Longqing was seriously injured but lost an arm.

First he lost an eye, and then he lost an arm. In Zhuo Yizong's eyes, Mu Longqing was already half a waste.

Mu Longqing endured it silently, until the roar came from the sky. He had always looked numb, but his eyes finally glowed with a strange light!

Then, several panicked and frightened Wu Zong poured out all their anger in trembling rage and released all their suppressed violence: "I'll beat you to death for being such a coward, you killed us!"

"If we die, you won't get the chance to survive!" Gritting teeth and anger spilled over Mu Longqing's body.

The numb Mu Longqing sat like a fossil. He stood up and said softly: "Even if I die, I will open my eyes wide. I will close my eyes again after I see you all dead!"

Resentment, this is the strongest curse that grows from the depths of the soul.

Mu Longqing's face remained unchanged, his numbness and indifference faded away, his smile blossomed, grew stronger and stronger, and laughed more and more violently: "I will see with my own eyes how Zhuo Yizong died."

"This is retribution! Retribution that was long overdue."

Mu Longqing finally laughed crazily, with eyes filled with resentment and madness, and uttered the most vicious curse!

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"Here he comes. He's finally here."

Bian Du breathed a sigh of relief, but fell into great fear.

The long-awaited fear has finally arrived. Bian Dupin felt a sense of relief like a drag: "Whether it's death or life, it's time to put an end to it."

If this hatred and shadow continue to be suppressed like this, not only Zhuo Yizong will go crazy, but Shentian Sect will also go crazy.

Don't forget, for example, Zhuo Yizong is Zuo Wuzhou's first enemy in the true soul world. Shen Tianzong must be the second.

Bian Du could never forget that more than sixty years ago at the Soul Heaven Conference, all the Shen Tian Sect members he led were killed in battle. The losses were heavy and he was the only one to escape.

It is already difficult to say. Is Shentian Sect hating Zuo Wuzhou more, or Zuo Wuzhou is more hostile to Shentian Sect.

How could Bian Du forget the hatred of the past, and how could the Shentian Sect forget. Don’t forget that precisely because he was swept away by Zuo Wuzhou in that battle, the Shentian Sect lost its face and strength. Since then, it has been in a state of decline.

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In just a short moment, Bian recalled the past alone, and now he knew whether it was regret or hatred. He regretted that he should not have established such a powerful enemy.

A feeling of impending disaster came to his mind. Bian Du shouted loudly, suppressing his fear, and said loudly to the people of his sect: "He is here, and he will not let Zhuo Yizong go. Our Shentian Sect will not let go either."

will be let go."

"When Zhuo Yizong is finished, it will be our turn. We can't just sit back and watch, so we might as well join forces with Zhuo Yizong and win a glimmer of hope together."

Bian Du howled miserably: "Hun Tianzong can't help us. You see, the people sent by Hun Tianzong to guard us have already escaped. Chuan Bubai and Ji Dan of Hun Tianzong were beaten to the point where they were unable to fight back."

"We have only ourselves to rely on." Shentian Sect is worthy of being a long-established sect, and its cohesion is much stronger than that of Zhuo Yizong.

"Everyone, the life and death of our sect depends on this battle!"

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A whistling sound reached my ears.

Zhuo Tianlang, who was in the study, suddenly trembled and dropped a beautiful celadon to pieces.

His eyes and face were invaded by nameless fear. Zhuo Tianlang tried to calm down and looked at the sky and the ground: "This day has finally come!"

Just come. You can only commit a thief in a thousand days, but there is no way to prevent a thief in a thousand days.

Instead of trembling in the passing day and being knocked down by fear, Zhuo Tianlang even hoped that Zuo Wuzhou would come earlier so that he could at least have the courage to fight.

"Come here, come here, let's fight for life or death." Zhuo Tianlang gritted his teeth, showing a fierce look again, mixed with madness, making it particularly ferocious.

With a vicious look on his face, Zhuo Tianlang flew into the sky and crashed through the roof, laughing wildly: "Zuo Wuzhou, come towards me if you dare!"

He laughed fiercely and shook the world: "The disciples of Zhuo Yizong will obey the order and fight to the end! I want to see if you, Zuo Wuzhou, are capable of destroying my Zhuo Yizong."

"Ouch!" Zuo Wuzhou happily tore a Martial Saint into pieces, wildly, and with one move of "Seven Killing Fist", Zhuo Tianlang fell like a meteor.

Accompanied by an indulgent laugh: "Sixty years ago, your cultivation was far better than ten of mine. Now, even ten of you are no problem."

The war breaks out!

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Lian Canghai was in the clouds in the distance, whispering solemnly: "Look, the higher the cultivation level, the more stubborn one is. If this person is a Yuanhun, it will be difficult. Knowing that he will be defeated and destroyed, this person must be the best one.

'Double explosion of souls', seeking to perish together."

"In short, if you are fighting against someone in the upper three realms, it's best to kill them as quickly as possible without giving them a chance. Otherwise, the outcome will be difficult to predict."

Ji Tong, Tai Sui and others nodded in deep thought.

Lian Canghai added: "Of course, the best result when fighting against people in the upper three realms is not to push them to a dead end. Back then, I killed countless souls and souls, but it was not necessarily my initiative. I was really forced to do so."

Ji Tong and Tai Sui looked at each other and laughed: "Senior Lian, do you think Zuo Wuzhou can do it?"

Lian Canghai was speechless. Once he became an enemy, Zuo Wuzhou would never let go of his enemy. From Lian Canghai's point of view, Zuo Wuzhou's approach was indeed very easy to make enemies everywhere, but he would never be better than a kind-hearted person.

Live a long time.

In the lower three days, people who are in the lower three days simply cannot "Double Soul Explosion". But in the upper three days, if a person is soft-hearted in battle, the enemy will easily "Soul Shock" or "Double Soul Explosion".

Don't doubt the enemy's determination to die together. Maybe not every one of them has it, but even one out of ten or a hundred will be fatal. Being soft-hearted? That is the way to death.

Tai Sui, Ji Tong and others understood and looked at the battle with a smile: "It's time for us to take the stage. Wu Sheng belongs to him, and Wu Zong belongs to us."

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A Zhuo Yizong martial saint looked at the pair of rippling iron fists in horror.

It was a terrifying punch that actually gave this martial saint an illusion. This punch was like a raging wave coming from the sky, carrying the torrential murderous intent and seizing people's will.

"I have holy clothes, I'm not afraid of you!" The martial saint roared hysterically and fought, his arms cracking and breaking.

The Martial Saint even felt a heart-wrenching pain that erupted from his chest. He lowered his head and saw that a pair of iron fists punched 90% of the power through the holy suit, and his chest was smashed into pieces with blood all over the sky.

Flesh and broken bones hit the sky together.

"Is this the power of a super saint?" The martial saint thought before he died: "It's too powerful."

It is very boring to attack the weak with the strong. Such a view is probably only shared by Zuo Wuzhou. Others wish that the enemy would always be much weaker than themselves. Only by fighting in this way is there no danger.

Zuo Wuzhou pursed his lips and concentrated: "Martial Saint, the Martial Saint is still a little weak. However, if there are multiple Martial Saints, we can barely fight."

Facing the siege of many martial saints from the Zhuoyi Sect, Zuo Wuzhou remained calm and thought: "I haven't used the 'Seven Killing Fist' for a long time, so it's time to sharpen my skills in battle."

Among the five combat skills created by Zuo Wuzhou, his favorites are the "Heaven-shaking Seal" and the "Seven Killing Fist". One is as fierce as the waves, and the other is as murderous.

Zuo Wuzhou had long wanted to understand and break through the "Seven Killing Fists", but unfortunately, it was never possible for many of these things to come true.

Even so, after decades of painstaking understanding, "Seven Killing Fist" has almost reached the pinnacle of true soul combat skills, and is only a thin line away from super soul combat skills.

The "Seven Killing Fist" was so powerful that one after another, smashed and exploded figures were scattered in the sky.

Zhuo Tianlang seemed to have never seen him before, and shouted ferociously and even crazily: "Kill him, kill him, and we will survive. Otherwise, none of us will be able to escape."

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Don’t forget that the name of the God of Killing has always been accompanied by blood.

The people of Zhuo Yizong didn't have much fighting spirit. Zhuo Tianlang's almost crazy howling woke everyone up.

The opponent is the God of Killing. In this battle, if you don't live, you will die.

Just like this, one thought was born and one thought was destroyed, and all the Martial Saints of Zhuo Yizong flew up into the sky with howling like ghosts and howling like ghosts and wolves: "Zuo Wuzhou, we will fight with you!".
To be continued...