Yang Chun and the other three also saw this terrible scene, twisting their bodies desperately, cursing, and the White Lotus Cultivators who were holding them seemed to have been used to this situation, and did not speak much, dragging them directly to the four large tanks in the distance.

Tianlang suddenly turned his head and looked at Li Sangener, and laughed: "Stir, aren't your leader and the deputy leader here? You are the only one who brings these dead ghosts to do these desolate things?"

Thousand-faced God Hand was slightly stunned, his face darkened: "You don't need to worry too much about these things. Soon, you will be like the poisonous people in the tank."

Tianlang suddenly laughed: "That's a pity. Without them to accompany you on the road, you should be very lonely."

Before the smile on the face of Thousand Faces Divine Hand had time to fade away, suddenly the body of Tianlang changed, and a blood-red energy suddenly rose from his body, and a powerful aura like a wall was pouring towards him from Tianlang. He had never felt such a powerful momentum burst out in such a powerful moment.

Before the Thousand Face God could resist the Qi, the red air hit his chest a while ago. He only let out a muffled groan, his chest as if he was hit by a thousand pounds of hammer, and his body was like a kite with a broken string. It flew backwards for more than ten steps, and suddenly landed near the iron gate at the entrance.

When all the White Lotus Cult members in the stone chamber saw this, they pulled out their weapons, threw down the wooden spoon in their hands, and rushed towards the Tianlang.

The battle aura of Tianlang just now was overwhelmed, and the two White Lotus Cultivators who were holding him were shattered, and blood was squirting from his mouth. He didn't even snorted, and he fell to the ground and extinguished. The six White Lotus Cultivators who were holding Yang Chun and the other three had all fallen around for a while. If Tianlang hadn't just taken care of Yang Chun and the other three, and had not put the main energy on them, I'm afraid that these six people would have fallen to the ground now.

The strength of these White Lotus Cultists was similar to those of the Demon Cultists who fought against the Demon Cultists by the Black Water River a few years ago. The members of the Demon Cultists were much worse than the official disciples of the various sects of the Demon Alliance, and were even less than those first-class masters whom Tianlang often dealt with in recent years. Therefore, Tianlang had enough confidence. When dealing with this kind of martial arts, he could only be considered a third-rate White Lotus Cultists, he didn't even need to use weapons.

The six White Lotus Cultists who were closest to all pulled out the weapons at their waists, three swords, two swords, and a short spear, from six different directions, greeted Tianlang's six key points almost at the same time. Although the weapons did not have any internal force, the direction and accuracy were still good. When they cooperated, they were even more like a combination of attacks on the battle formation. It seemed that these killers who had been strictly trained. Even if things happened suddenly, they could quickly form a formation and counterattack.

Tianlang sneered, not dodging at all. The red Tianlang fighting energy on his body suddenly surged, and the blood-like air flowed all over his body. Before the six weapons that were attacking him were blocked by the strong protective energy, they could no longer pass forward even half an inch.

These six White Lotus scholars had never seen such magical martial arts, and their eyes were filled with fear at the same time. They wanted to pull back their weapons, but they didn't have time to see a red claw that shone hard at his face, but his head was completely unable to twist, and he watched the claw press on his face. He could even feel the process of digging the black nails into his eyes and slowly picking out his eyes.

The unlucky White Lotus Sect wailed a miserable wail and slowly fell down. The five people behind him saw that his face had been caught in five blood holes, which penetrated the back of his head. The killing god opposite was still holding his two eyes.

Although these White Lotus Sect members are cruel and cruel, inhumane, they are limited to dealing with unarmed people and even being lit into acupoints. When this cruelty is replaced by their heads, their psychological defenses collapse faster than normal people. Three of the five people were so scared that they peeed on the spot, and a foul stench of shit and urine suddenly filled the air.

Tianlang's eyes were full of murderous intent and shouted loudly: "Give it back to you!" His two eyes were shot out by the technique of rainy pear blossoms. One eye was embedded in the foreheads of the two White Lotus Cultists in front of him. Erlang Shen, who looked like three eyes, screamed and fell to the ground and died. Tianlang's accuracy and the power to hit the eyeball into the skull were even more incredible, scaring the other three people so much that they opened their mouths wide and even forgot to scream.

A strong smell of blood came into Tianlang's nose. The smell of killing made his blood rush. He had been pretending for too long and enduring it for too long. He had been blaming himself for waking up too late and not saving the more than one hundred minions. Now all this can only be repaid with the blood of the White Lotus Sect. He is not a bloodthirsty person, but now he only has one thought: everyone in this White Lotus Sect base must be killed with the most cruel means. Only in this way can he calm his conscience slightly.

The Tianlang roared to the sky, with self-blame, regret, anger and murderous intent soaring into the sky. The red air around him once again surged like a red tide. Three swords that were still stuck to him suddenly shattered into thousands of pieces and splashed out. The three White Lotus Cultists in front of him, all of their faces and chests, were hit by these broken steel blades, and turned into three piles of rotten meat filled with broken iron pieces, and fell down weakly.

Yang Chun and the other three on the side saw their blood rushing and shouted in unison: "Okay!" They never dreamed that Liu Sanlangzi was such a peerless master. His martial arts, internal strength, and speed were even greater than Li Zixin, the deputy leader of the White Lotus Sect who was facing him that day.

More than a hundred White Lotus Sect members had already rushed forward with swords and swords. The people in front of them witnessed how Tianlang killed six companions in an instant. Even these cruel thieves had to be frightened and slowed down their rushing speed. Tianlang turned his head suddenly, and the wooden stick with his bun was broken suddenly, and his wild hair was dripping down. Cooperating with his murderous aura on his face and his blood-splattered body, a primitive killing sexiness appeared.

But what the White Lotus Sect members were thinking about at this time was not how handsome Tianlang was. This terrifying God of Killing moved his feet and flew towards him with the red fighting spirit all over his body! They could feel a suffocating heat, and this heat almost made them burn.

Several White Lotus Sect members in front finally reacted, gritted their teeth, plucked up their strength, used various moves towards Tianlang, and directly chopped them. This place was an open land, and more than 100 people surrounded Tianlang in the circle. More than 20 people in the inner circle took swords and swords together, just thinking about quickly dismembering the Killing God's Sword in front of them.

Tianlang burst out a terrifying wolf howl, and his body was like a ghost. He flashed through the gap between six or seven swords and swords, and drilled into the crowd of people of the White Lotus Clan. With a left move, Tianlang's skull-breaking claws directly hit the head of a White Lotus Clan on his left hand like a watermelon. With a palm of his right, he swam the shallow water. The golden palm of his hand made it into a dragon shape. He slapped the heart of a person on the right, and directly punched a big blood hole in his front chest. The palm wind had not stopped, and the three people behind him were thrown to the ground, with a sound of ghosts and wolves howling.

The moment the man on the left was beaten, the red and white brain and blood splashed the Tianlang's face. He was now completely in a state of crazy killing. The red light and gold energy in the crowd shone together. With his roar, he would splash blood for five steps when he went out. One palm would blow out. A few White Lotus Cultists who were trying to sneak attack him down the plate were even dodged by him with a jade ring step, and he kicked it up in the air with a few mandarin duck legs. They were planted on their heads and feet into the poison tanks that were still soaked in people. Soon there was no movement.
Chapter completed!