"Arrogant, you dare to be arrogant in front of me with your cultivation level of the 40th level of the Hundred Tribulations."

"Since you want to die, then let's do it!"

"Array, kill!"

The old Yasha Yetian had a vicious aura soared into the sky, and his six arms swept the void. Hundreds of huge waves swept like a sea of ​​dragons, bursting out endless terrifying will, as if they had transformed into a terrifying natural disaster, as if they were about to sweep the world and annihilate endless sentient beings.

"Old Yasha, killing you is enough!"

"Demon Banner!"

"kill!"

Huang Wei was in the void, and his face full of drooping aura showed a ferocious murderous intent. The demonic energy was woven around him, and countless mysterious and cold black ancient talismans were entangled, full of fierce and fierce power. The demonic energy behind him showed an ancient demon phantom who could not see his face clearly. In the midst of him, he burst out with irresistible magic power.

An ancient black banner broke into the sky and turned into a dark magic light. It hovered over Huang Wei's head, gathering a terrifying demon cloud of thousands of miles in a radius. In an instant, a dark and ugly human face appeared. If you peek carefully, you will find that this human face was composed of countless phantoms of different creatures, roaring at the sky and the earth, roaring at the void, filled with endless resentment and evil.

"The Heavenly Demon Soul Refining Sutra turns out to be a person from the Mingyue Palace. I don't know which elder of the Mingyue Palace is here."

The power of the old Yasha Yetian's dark vertical pupils was completely dissipated, replaced by a hint of horror. He never expected that the inconspicuous figure in front of him would actually be the Mingyue Palace, one of the three holy places of the Demonic Way.

The Heavenly Demon Soul Refining Sutra and one of the seven true teachings of the Mingyue Palace. All those who can pass on the seven methods are former true teaching disciples, and they are all powerful people who have fought over the saints and even competed for the next palace master.

The Yaksha tribe is the overlord of the 60 million miles of sea area, but its overall combat power is equivalent to the fourteen sects under the two realms of the righteous and demons. The Mingyue Palace is not something they can commit crimes.

The previous generation elders of the seven methods of the Mingyue Palace have passed on to the seven rituals. There are still at least three or four people living there, all of whom are monsters with more than 80 kalpas, and there are also saints in charge.

"Ye Tianyi, since I know my identity, I won't get out!"

"Of course you want to seek death, and I will fulfill your wishes."

Under the night, above the void, Huang Wei's big sleeves swayed the void, making a sound like wind and thunder. His face, full of drooling air, even more silent coldness flowed.

The monsters in the sixty-nine tribulation realm are not something that the deputy leader can fight against, but they have to hold on.

Although I am an abandoned disciple of Mingyue Palace, the Holy Lord has never forgotten me.

This time, the ability to return to the West Sea is all due to the saints.

As long as the truth is found out, the deputy leader will be able to recover from his grievances and return to the Mingyue Palace.

The saint is the greatest hope of this deputy leader, so he must do something.

"Okay, okay, okay, since the Mingyue Palace comes forward, I won't be able to disturb you."

"Bei Wuque, the deposit is here, please do it yourself!"

"My boys, let's go!"

Ye Tianyi thought a little deeply, threw out a space bag and landed directly in front of Bei Wuque. Then he led the strong men of the Yasha clan to sneak into the sea and disappeared. It was said that he came and went quickly, without any hesitation at all.

One is Duchen and the other is Shu Wuyou, and you can still move, but now there is more Mingyue Palace, which is one of the seven elders, which has already shown the attitude of Mingyue Palace.

Now, the storm is gathering, and all the strong people gather in Qingyun Island. The Yasha tribe is also invited. They cannot easily act rashly, so as not to cause trouble.

It is still unknown whether the saint of Wuji Dao Sect is really useless or fake.

Although the reward is high, it is necessary to have a life flower. It is more important to save your life. You can't get into this mess.

"This...you...a bunch of bastards...is there anyone who does this?"

"Is there any morality in the world or not?"

"Yaksha clan, Master Bei remembers you and will definitely go back to the queen to sue you."

"Shui Wuyou...No... Brother Shui... What do you want to do? We have a relationship with each other for more than a thousand years. Do you really want to attack me?"

"You still remember that it was my vast sea that caught you, otherwise you would have been eaten by the Haisha clan. Please let me go this time. Bei Wuque promised that I would never step into the seventy-two islands again."

Bei Wuque looked at Shui Wuyou who was pressing forward step by step. His proud and arrogant aura had long disappeared. He clasped his fists to Shui Wuyou from time to time, but his figure always retreated. The deep part of the watery peach blossom eyes revealed a sense of ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

Shui Wuyou, if you stop today, everyone will have their own destiny from now on.

If you don't let me go, don't blame me for wanting you to die.

Do you really think that after so many years of being together, you have been having fun with you?

"Bei Wuque, don't say too much, let's see the truth under your hands!"

"Only when you die, you can give an explanation to the saint."

"Now I can only borrow your first level."

Shui Wuyou stood with his hands behind his back and strolled in the void. His aura was rising steadily, and dazzling purple light enveloped his body. One after another, ancient runes flashed on the surface, revealing an incomparable mystery and mystery.

Bei Wuque, I did plot against you, but I didn’t expect you to be so lucky that you didn’t die.

Unfortunately, there will not be much good luck like this. Today is your death date.

You are not dead in Beiwuque. Even if the saints do not punish me, you will never escape the level of conscience.

"Shui Wuyou, you really don't miss the old love!"

"Since that's the case, don't blame me, you forced me."

"Senior, please take action."

Bei Wuque's figure suddenly stopped and begged for the black cloak figure beside him. The face was filled with endless gloom and viciousness...

"Can!"

A figure wearing a black cloak with bronze armor made a sound. Its voice was as cold as the north wind in the cold winter, without a trace of emotion, and only as cold as cold iron, as if it was to make people's soul tremble.

Weird, cold, full of lust and ruthlessness, like an immortal master, just taking a step in the void, he already appeared in front of Shui Wuyou, like a ghost.

"Who are you?"

Faced with the sudden forced figure, Shui Wuyou subconsciously took two steps back, and a faint chilling aura rushed into his soul, as if he wanted to freeze all the blood in his body.

hiss!

who is he?

Why does it give me a sense of familiarity?

"Mr. Shui... retreat quickly...he...he..."

"Not a human..."

Huang Wei's figure was dozens of miles away, but he also felt this chilling feeling, exactly the same as the feeling three thousand years ago, and the person in front of him was not a human at all...
Chapter completed!