It was ten minutes past noon, and the sky above the firmant shone boundlessly hot light and heat.
Inside the gate of Qingya City, Ye Wuque's right hand strangled Zhou Wuyou's neck and lifted him up like a little chicken. No matter how frantically Zhou Wuyou struggles, he can't get rid of Ye Wuyu's pliers-like hand. !
The holy way of war energy has poured into Zhou Wuyou's body, banning all his cultivation bases, so Zhou Wuyou at this ti is no different from a mortal.
The black hair was turbulent, Ye Wuque's fair-skinned handso and bloody, left hand carried Zhou Wuyou's **** right arm, the hideous wound facing the ground, dripping warm blood, the scene was extrely frightening.
Zhou Wuyou's miserable howling echoed in this area for several tens of feet, and Ye Wuque stared at him, his bright eyes were cold and rciless, like a **** Shura.
"Hahahahahaha..."
Wang Sheng, who had been crawling on the ground, suddenly laughed wildly at this mont. Although hoarse and hoarse, his scarlet eyes were full of pleasure!
That is a catharsis after despair to the limit, that is a kind of madness after revenge!
"Retribution! Retribution! The sky has eyes! You devil! Didn't you tear off my father's arm? You have this ti too! Hahahaha! Dad! Look! Look! This devil has been punished! Xiu Niang! Xiu Niang! Uuuuu..."
The roar of Wang Sheng went from the hateful madness at the beginning, to the catharsis of the revenge, to the painful pain of his wife.
Wang Sheng's old father and mother clung to their desperate and weeping son, and the family of three cried with blood and tears.
"Ah... don't kill ! Don't kill ! Let go! Let go!"
Seeing that Zhou Wuyou broke away from Hopelessness, his right arm was torn off by the boy in front of him. The endless pain that constantly invaded the nerves turned into endless fear, and the fear eventually ford wailing and begging for rcy.
"Leave you? Those mortals who were killed by you also begged you for rcy before they died. Have you let them go?"
The cold and ruthless voice ca into Zhou Wuyou's ears, and the hand that was holding his throat kept holding the hoop, suddenly making Zhou Wuyou even breathing a kind of extravagant hope, the desperate fear of dying at any ti made his face She was pale, her lips trembled, but she couldn't say a word anymore.
Because he already felt that this young man who was holding his throat was only fourteen or five years old, but his cultivation base was powerful, his shots were fierce, and his personality was cold, far beyond any young man he had ever seen. Genius of a generation.
This level of genius cannot be cultivated by ordinary sectarian families, only...super sects!
And even in the super sect, it is the top group of outstanding figures.
"Why? Why? Why did I run into these guys? Is my Zhou Wuyou going to die here today?"
As the 80th assassin on the list of the hundred evils, Zhou Wuyou's cultivation has also reached the peak of the Primordial Soul Stage. He is cunning and perverted, cruel, and quite powerful.
All the ti, he has committed many evils. Not only has he attacked and killed many disciples of many sectarian families, but also killed countless mortals in the secular world, but he was at large, and the cris and killings he committed were completely exhausted and nurous evil acts!
But the good and evil will pay off in the end, and this ti finally ca to the hands of Ye Wuque.
Knowing that begging for rcy is useless, Zhou Wuyou's pale face finally showed the last madness and resentnt, his nature was revealed, and Jiejie laughed wildly: "I have killed countless disciples of you and decent so-called geniuses in this life, and have also tortured and killed female monks! Hiss...I really miss that kind of taste! I have enjoyed it before! Hahahaha...Even if you die today, it's enough. You just die. If you have a kind, kill ! What about death? I'm afraid What? Hahahahaha..."
Zhou Wuyong kicked his feet indiscriminately, laughed frantically, and seed not afraid of death, extrely arrogant.
He knew that he was bound to die, and he would definitely be killed by Ye Wuque in the end. Instead of dying in a humble manner, he might as well die arrogantly. This person had a perverted heart and a distorted personality. It was unexpected to do such things.
"Kill ! Didn't you want to kill ? You did it! You trash! You are killing !"
He used the left arm to squeeze Ye Wuques right arm, trying to anger Ye Wuque, but no matter how hard he tried, Ye Wuques right arm that was holding his throat remained motionless, as if cast by fine iron. , Knock it up muffled.
However, no matter how Zhou Wuyou clamored, how crazy, how he wanted to provoke Ye Wuwei, he finally found himself doing useless work.
When Zhou Wuyou looked at Ye Wuque, what he faced was only a pair of bright but always cold and calm eyes.
In those eyes, he couldn't see any emotions, nor any killing intent, only peace, a kind of yellow river that seed to be the deepest part of a hundred hells under the Nine Netherworlds, which made the scalp numb and the soul trembled.
For so reason, the look of Ye Wuque's eyes made Zhou Wuyou's fear that had just been suppressed again surged, and it beca tenfold a hundredfold stronger!
"You forgot, I said before, I will not kill you, I will only make you worse than death, Ye Mou always speaks, always do what he says."
The indifferent and cold voice echoed in Zhou Wuyou's ear again, causing every hair on his body to stand up, and the chill in his heart even overwheld the pain caused by the broken arm.
"You...what do you want to do? You...you kind of kill !"
The clamor also beca trembling and weakened, because Ye Wuque's posture was too calm, and the calm made Zhou Wuyou truly feel fear, that kind of fear from the depths of his soul.
Suddenly, Ye Wuque threw away Zhou Wuyou's right arm, and then raised his left hand on Zhou Wuyou's left arm, and then used his force!
"what"
In the midst of Zhou Wuyou's another miserable howl, Ye Wuque tore off his left arm, and the blood that had just stopped spurted out again!
Both of Zhou Wuyou's arms were torn off by Ye Wuque to Shengsheng. The scene was extrely miserable, but this scene fell in the eyes of Wang Sheng's family of three, but it was a kind of best comfort and catharsis.
Ye Wuque's thods seem cruel, but how can they be compared to Zhou Wuyou's perverted thods of humiliating others before?
Such a murderer is not enough to vent his hatred even with a thousand cuts!
After tearing off Zhou Wuyou's two arms continuously, Ye Wuque still held Zhou Wuyou high, but Zhou Wuyou trembled all over his body at this mont, and he didn't even have the strength to let out a miserable howl. He could only stare at Ye Wuyu firmly with his eyes. There was great fear in the spite.
Because he didn't know what Ye Wuque would continue to do to him next.
Zhou Wuyong could feel that the other party tore off his arms, just the beginning.
Hum!
Suddenly, Ye Wuque's left hand pointed towards Wang Sheng, who was lying on the ground with broken bones, and a strong holy way of fighting spirit shot out and entered Wang Sheng's body.
Crackling!
Imdiately, Wang Sheng felt as if he had been poured hot boiling water into his body, but it was not uncomfortable at all. Instead, the bones originally planned by Zhou Wuyou began to squirm violently, as if temporarily condensed by an unpredictable force. stand up.
Most of the strength that had disappeared was restored. Wang Sheng was very surprised at the sa ti, and with a thought, he slowly stood up from the hands of his old father and mother, as if his injuries had recovered.
This is Ye Wuque temporarily forcing Wang Sheng's bones to be condensed together with the Holy Dao War Qi, allowing him to regain his mobility. After this, the healing speed of his broken bones will increase several tis with the help of the Holy Dao War Qi.
Handed an ordinary healing pill to Wang Sheng and asked him to take it to his old father. Although he could not be severed and reborn, it was enough to take the monk's pill in a mortal body, even if it was only a low-grade pill. Stop the injury and heal quickly.
Wang Sheng knelt down at Ye Wuque and banged his head three tis. Only then did the dicine in Ye Wuque's hand be taken by his father.
Zhou Wuyou was held in his hand by Ye Wuque, looking at the other party's series of actions, for so reason, the chill in his heart beca deeper and deeper, and his premonition beca worse.
The effects of the dicine ca on quickly, Wang Sheng's injury soon stabilized, and Lao Zhang's face beca ruddy.
At this ti, Ye Wuque's voice rang in Zhou Wuyou's ear again: "Now, it's your turn to die..."
Hum!
In the next instant, Shengdao's battle energy madly poured into Zhou Wuyou's body, sealed the repair base in his body three tis, and then threw Zhou Wuyou at Wang Sheng's feet with a bang.
"Let you die than life, why should I take action? Reincarnation of cause and effect, good and evil are rewarded, the sins you owe, naturally soone will make you worse than death."
As soon as these words fell, Wang Sheng's eyes beca scarlet again in an instant!
He imdiately knelt down again, banged his head three tis at Ye Wuque's place, and roared: "Wang Sheng's family has thanked the benefactor!
Wang Sheng knew that Ye Wuque was giving him a chance to avenge him, and he was asking him to avenge Xiuniang himself!
Zhou Wuyou was struggling crazily on the ground, his face instantly distorted, and the chill in his heart was so intense that it had turned into a real fear. He obviously did not expect that Ye Wuque would actually hand himself over to this family of three.
You know, he just tortured this family of three, and even tortured that mortal wife to death!
So now, how will the other party treat themselves?
"Rember, let him... die better than life."
Ye Wuque's voice sounded in Wang Sheng, causing this open-minded man to roar like a beast, and then rushed towards Zhou Wuyou!
"You...Don't co over! Do you dare? You **** ants? Dare to shoot at ! You...Ah!"
Zhou Wuyong started clamoring crazy and desperately, but halfway through his words, he turned into a scalp tingling howl!
Ye Wuque turned his head, looked at the devastated Qingya city, looked at the various corpses all over the floor, including won, old people, and even children. Each corpse was miserable and incomplete.
His eyes beca colder, and the killing intent in his heart beca more fierce. For the murderers on the list of the hundred murderers, Ye Wuque secretly swore in his heart that he would kill one when he saw one in the future!
The useless scream of Zhou behind him lasted for a quarter of an hour, and gradually beca weak, and finally seed to lose even the strength of the scream.
When Ye Wuque turned his head, he saw Wang Sheng's body covered in blood, and he fell to the side with blood and tears streaming down his face. He seed to have lost all his strength. He just murmured repeatedly: "Xiu Niang...you rest in peace...I Revenge for you..."
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Zhou Wuyou at this mont can be described as miserable and extrely miserable. There is no good place on the whole body, like a pile of squirming flesh and blood, but there is still breathing together, which is really better than death.
Puff!
Ye Wuque cut out with a palm, cut off Zhou Wuyou's head, dripping with blood, carrying his head towards the city.
Before, after Ye Wuque made a move to strangle Zhou Wuyou, the others didn't stop and killed the other murderers in the city.
Perceiving the fluctuation of the front collision, Ye Wuque quickly ca to the center of the city. When he saw everything in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.
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