Zhan Ziyang did not kill him. He still had some doubts in his heart and wanted to ask the eighth-level innate monk. Almost at the same time that monk was severely injured by the "Extreme Yin Finger", Zhan Ziyang appeared in front of him.
At this time, Akabane also solved another fifth-level Xiantian monk, but he was still defeated by the last monk who decisively stopped the formation when the change occurred, fought hard and was severely injured by the backlash, and escaped.
Zhan Ziyang's face was extremely cold. As soon as he appeared in front of the monk with a face of fear and pain and only half of his body left, he grabbed his collar and asked coldly: "Tell me, three years ago, he participated in the extermination of the Yan family.
Among the six people, were you involved?"
"Let...let go...I...I am...also...forced...please...please...you..." The eighth-level Xiantian monk seemed to be frightened to death, without any denial.
He directly admitted what happened at the beginning
Zhan Ziyang's face was extremely cold, and his eyes also revealed a strong murderous intention. It was impossible for him to let go of the eighth-level innate monk in front of him. Not only him, Zhan Ziyang would not let go of anyone who participated in this massacre.
, he wants to kill them all with his own hands to pay for the lives of more than thirty people in the Yan family. Even now in Nanyang City, Canglang Pavilion, which has the most powerful family, Zhan Ziyang will not let it go easily.
Monks are inherently selfish and ruthless people. Except for themselves and their closest relatives, the lives of others are as insignificant to them. It is not surprising.
Zhan Ziyang hadn't realized yet that he had unknowingly changed and become cruel, bloodthirsty, selfish, and ruthless. It was this change that allowed him to escape death several times and survive to this day.
Otherwise, he would have died in many dangers long ago.
Moreover, Zhan Ziyang also knew very well that this transformation was inevitable. If he wanted to gain a foothold in Wuzhou Continent and survive in the cruel world of monks, he would have to become ruthless and bloodthirsty.
"Tell me, who are the remaining people?" Zhan Ziyang's eyes were blood red, staring at the monk who was being held in his hand and bleeding from his body without any trace of mercy in his heart.
Even though Zheng Yu, who was standing behind him, could only shake his head helplessly when he saw such a scene. Although Zheng Yu was not a merciful person, he knew that killing people could only be done with a nod of the head. Like Zhan Ziyang, he kept feeding the truth into his body.
Qi, a method to prevent the enemy from dying immediately, and also to be tortured by the Yin spirit Qi that invaded his body. Zheng Yu frowned a little and at the same time, Zheng Yu also felt a trace of sympathy for the monk who only had half a body.
However, Zheng Yu did not interrupt Zhan Ziyang's torture of the eighth-level innate monk. He listened to the narrative of Liu Dong and others who returned safely to the Qingyun Sect from the Death Swamp, and also knew what happened to Zhan Ziyang, so
Zheng Yu just stood aside quietly and did not stop him
The eighth-level innate monk seems to be unable to endure this kind of torture. He knows that he has no chance of living. Now he just wants to die quickly and happily, without having to suffer such inhuman torture.
Therefore, when Zhan Ziyang asked him again, he replied without any hesitation: "Senior Brother Wang... Yu... Li... Xiong... Qian... Qian... Handsome... Handsome... Handsome...
"
Zhan Ziyang looked at the monk he was holding in his hand. He hadn't told the last person yet, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He knew that the reason why the innate monk who was only half a body didn't die immediately was because he had delivered it into the other person's body.
The true energy slowed down the flow of his life energy, but the monk was too severely injured, and his body was corroded by the Yin spirit energy. Even if Zhan Ziyang unreservedly delivered the true energy to him, he would not be able to escape.
The situation of rapid death, the breath is getting weaker and weaker
"Handsome...handsome..." In the end, the monk, who was only half a body and was carried in Zhan Ziyang's hands, died in pain before he could say the last person's name.
"Ah...!!!" Zhan Ziyang looked up to the sky and roared, as if he was unwilling to do so. He made a fist with his left hand and held it hard. Even because he used too much force, his nails had sunk deeply into the palm of his hand, and a trace of blood flowed from it.