"What are you looking at? Old Witch, believe it or not, I will take someone to slaughter your Nanting Mountain?" Li Guoguo didn't look like a little excited to kill the innate master. She turned her head and her voice was crisp, without the aphrodisiac of the flower season and rainy season, and only the ruthlessness of the worldly.

No matter how crazy the princess of the dynasty, Shangguan Qing, had to swallow this secretly. Not to mention leading troops to encircle Nanting Mountain, there were many powerful priests in the palace. Shangguan Qing still knew that he could evacuate himself. He snorted coldly and took the lead in evacuating. He fought for a short time. He was confident that he could kill Nie Kong, who was holding the sword, but it was definitely not a short time. Seeing that the situation was out of control, she would not do anything that really paid for money.

The priests on both sides also changed their faces. One had one, there was a second one. The Blood Cave Secret Realm was indeed well-known. These guys obviously lacked aura, but they could still exert strong combat power. The prince underestimated these guys.

"withdraw!"

He shouted and retreated, but in fact, the only two of them and some groups who were already on the edge that had not really participated in the battle. All three innate warriors were left. Nie Kong did not catch up with Guan Qing, and had enough time to sneak attack one innate and beat one innate. The God-Slaying took action to control one. The Madman's sword was unsheathed and the sword was out of the sheath, pierced the throat of the innate master who was instantly lost by the God-Slaying God-Slaying. Nie Kong also entrusted the left and right to retreat, and killed the innate master who was struck by the innate master. There were Ku'er who came up to prepare for sneak attack. Most of them were tricky and rescued. The Innate Martial King, who was worshipped by King Duanwu for great profit, had long lost the spirit of practicing that he had been practicing back then, otherwise he would not have fallen into the guardian guarding the house. Facing the newly rising Nie Kong and others, a flash of hesitation and loss of mind, he paid the price of life.

The one who was seriously injured by Nie Kong's sneak attack before avoiding Tian Qingsong's sword and then ran away. At this moment, his courage was broken and he no longer felt that this was a relaxed and happy operation to make a lot of money. Seeing several old friends spend their lives in, gritting their teeth, they had already planned to go back and retire. There had not been any targeted killings for many years, and their hearts were no longer suitable for the cruelty of this world.

Baili Qian's face was not bloody at all. He held a steel dart in his hand. How many warriors dared not approach. The moment the innate master escaped, Baili Qian's hand trembled and the steel dart flew out. All the aura was locked in the steel dart. Before hitting the target, except for the subtle sound of breaking through the air, it was an ordinary steel dart.

The steel dart passed through the back of the innate warrior, bringing out a splatter of blood and ejaculated from the forebrain.

In the blink of an eye, the oasis returned to peace. Apart from leaving more than a dozen corpses, there was no change here. In half a year, several waves of sand tribes were eliminated, forcing those sand tribes who were eager to try here to recognize their unique status.

Tian Xianzi glanced at Nie Kong, put his arms behind his head, and left the oasis first. Although he had murderous intent in his heart, he did not dare to show it at this moment. Looking at the people present, most of them were in the same camp as Nie Kong, and he was not stupid enough to fight against the crowd.

"Nie Kong, don't be alone." Li Guoguo tilted her head and giggled, revealing a creepy cruelty. It was not that no one had ever thought about going forward to stop Xiaoyao's departure, but he also knew that the result would be a failure. Nie Kong, who had fought with her for more than a month, knew that except for herself, the only mysterious god-slaughtering could match her. Cai Zhulu would definitely lose when she faced her.

"But I want to ask me, I will help you get rid of Yue Heng, haha..." Li Guoguo's voice floated in the air, but the person had already disappeared from everyone's eyes. The long yellow sand was just a temporary grievance for a real master, just to take a look at the unchanging sand scene. The others had almost no effect.

"Is the master still leaving?" Nie Kong turned to look at the only god-killing person in the field who had no close relationship with him and should not have been left behind.

The gods slaughtered their hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, if the donor has free time, he can go to Mihoji to gather in the future."

Nie Kong nodded: "Master, don't worry, if you don't die, you will definitely go and taste tea and discuss the Tao with the master."

The God of Slaughter did not raise his head, and he knew his sad expression, and did not have too many embellishments and concealment words: "The donor is merciful, the little monk understands."

Nie Kong continued to practice Zen with the master: "Does the master really understand again?"

What do you understand? What ordinary people see is that Nie Kong and Tu Shen are saying something about one thing. In fact, he is similar to what he does, one kills, one saves, one kills countless people with a sword, and the other sacrifices one to achieve the name of sacrificing one’s own name.

Perhaps, Nie Kong didn't understand in the eyes of the God of Slaughter, at least he didn't understand completely.

Perhaps, Nie Kong's eyes cannot understand the things that kill the gods, and he does not plan for each other regardless of the same or different ways.

At this time, the God of Slaughter had confirmed that Nie Kong was the one who got the Blood Demon inheritance. He only hoped that Nie Kong would not go astray and not let down the Blood Demon inheritance. However, Nie Kong was Nie Kong, so he could not become the God of Slaughter.

"Amitabha!" There was no longer the figure of the god-slaughtering god gradually moving away, but the chants of great compassion and compassion still echoed in the world.

"Together?"

"nature."

The remaining nine people can be said to be still standing in the same camp at the moment. In addition to Hu Yan Wudi, Madman Jian and Guo Potian, Ku'er is also Nie Kong's partner. Baili Qianaiwu and Wu from the Beast Pass, and the three geniuses of Tengyun Pavilion are left. Because of the existence of Dan Tai Fuyu, they have become more close, Tian Qingsong's generous and Cai Zhulu's true nature, and they are willing to face the next difficulties together.

Killing Shangguan Qing and sacrificing his left and right does not mean that the group of people will be safe in the Sha Clan area. On the contrary, stepping into the territory of the Holy Heaven Dynasty is much safer than here. It is definitely not impossible for Duanwu King Yue Heng to gather hundreds of masters here and then use some military existences.

The yellow sand line in the distance is getting closer and closer to the junction between the Holy Heaven Dynasty and the Sand Clan, and becomes more and more dangerous as it becomes calmer. When the level can be seen with the naked eye, Nie Kong and others sighed and guessed Yue Heng's methods.

The sand tribe is besieged and the levels are not allowed.

For several days, the group has not received any rest. Every day, two fixed groups of dead soldiers come to attack. A king of a different surname who has been in charge for decades has become determined to kill. The people he can command are definitely not a few high-end strong men. The strategies and tactics of deploying troops and formations will make Nie Kong and his group exhausted to death. At this time, what they are fighting for is Yue Heng's background and the combat effectiveness of Nie Kong and others. If Nie Kong and others cannot support it, this thousands of miles of yellow sand will become their burial place. If Yue Heng fails to achieve success and is returned by these people, he will face the pressure of at least two major sects. The most painful thing is that he must bear it and cannot take action and watch the enemy grow to the day he has the strength to attack him.

"You must die here, and even if you are not good, you must let Nie Kong die here." A consolidation realm of the innate Martial King who had not yet been stable was enough to make Yue Heng unable to sleep peacefully.

ps: Let’s go to the evening!
Chapter completed!