Supo country, the entrance and exit of the forbidden land above the Ten Thousand Gods Society.

As Wu raised his sword with his hand, a system prompt sounded.

[Ding, you successfully killed a seventh-order tongue-pulling jailer, gained 120,000 proficiency, and gained 60 talent points. 】

Seeing that another massive amount of proficiency and talent was in the bag, the corners of Wu Yong's mouth couldn't help but rise.

At this time, he didn't immediately turn his head to look at the seven tongue-pulling jailers who had been blocked outside by himself at this time, and Ying Ru, whose face was extremely pale, but as if no one else had harvested it, he checked the spoils of his sword.

"A seventh-order origin, an evil spirit bone, and a tongue pulling iron tong that has been broken. ”

Looking at the three things he had started, Wu Yong's brows couldn't help frowning, and he turned his head to stare at the seven tongue-pulling jailers behind him.

"I'm going to criticize you guys, you are also a seventh-order evil spirit, and you came out with this little thing to do bad things?

Don't you know that we have a hard time slaying demons?

If the villains are as poor as you, how can we righteous people fight monsters and explode equipment? How can we make a fortune and become well-off?"

Listen, listen, is this guy talking in human terms?

Not to mention the seven tongue-pulling jailers, even the Ganti below turned their faces away when they heard it.

The seven tongue-pulling jailers were even more furious.

Why do you really think you're invincible when you kill a tongue-pulling jailer?

Don't forget, you, Wu Yong, have already broken into the depths of the entrance and exit of the forbidden land in order to kill that tongue-pulling jailer.

At this time, you Wu Yong was already surrounded by seven tongue-pulling jailers.

No matter how strong you are with one Wu, can you beat seven?

The irrepressible confidence, and the illusion that we were on our line, made the remaining seven evil spirit jailers pounce on Wu Yong as soon as possible.

And these tongue-pulling jailer fights are very different from the general evil spirit fights.

Other evil spirits of other people either fight in close quarters, or fight far away, or have all kinds of messy talents.

They opened their mouths.

At the beginning of the sortie, all kinds of strange questions were thrown at Wu Yong.

Prepare to drown Wu Yong in a sea of various sand sculpture problems.

They really don't believe it, Wu Yong, who can win the bid once, will not be able to win the second bid after the seven of them work together.

Wu Yong saw this tactic of the other party, and immediately smiled: "Do you still want to do this? Do you really think that I can win the same move for the second time?"

Yes, your abilities are hard to figure out.

But I can't solve the problem, I can always solve the evil spirit that creates the problem, right?"

As he spoke, Wu Yong moved.

The entrance and exit of this forbidden place is not large, only five meters wide and only ten meters long.

In such a short distance, Wu used a much faster speed than these tongue-pulling jailers could speak.

"The second one!"

"The third!"

"The fourth!"

In less than five seconds, three more tongue-pulling jailers died in Wu Yong's hands as soon as they opened their mouths.

Ghostly speed, pseudo-supernatural level [Mixed Yuan One Qi Sword].

In front of Wu Yong, there was no difference between a seventh-order tongue-pulling jailer and a first-order miscellaneous fish.

It's just that Wu used this kind of slaughter like chopping melons and vegetables to anger the master of the evil spirit, and when Wu stretched out his magic hand to the fifth poor tongue-pulling jailer who was trembling, there was a sudden fluctuation behind the entrance and exit of the forbidden land.

An extremely terrifying aura surged, and a pure black tongue-pulling iron tong smashed into Wu Yong's back.

This sudden blow made the faces of the four tongue-pulling jailers who were so pressed by Wu Yong that they couldn't raise their heads look happy.

With this momentum, it is obvious that their boss has personally taken action.

Their boss is a centurion-level powerhouse eighth-order existence, and if it strikes, they will be saved!

However, the smiles on their faces had just come out, and Wu Yong also laughed, laughing very heartbreakingly.

"I finally can't help it!"

What do you mean by that?

The faces of the four tongue-pulling jailers changed, the alarm bell sounded in their hearts, and the spiritual power in their bodies surged wildly.

Their instincts tell them that if they want to live, they have to fight hard.

For the sake of their lives, they obediently follow their feelings, but they are of no use at all.

At the moment when they were desperate, Wu Yong's speed exploded again, turning into a sword in his body, and his instantaneous kung fu directly pierced the remaining four seventh-order tongue drawing jailers.

In this scene, as soon as he got up, he hid on the side, ready to sneak attack at any time, and he was so frightened that there was no blood.

Only then did he know that Wu Yong had not used all his strength at all, otherwise, these eight seventh-order tongue pullers might be killed in an instant.

"Wait, Wu Yong didn't use all his strength just now, doesn't that mean that his real purpose is not those eight tongue-pulling jailers at all?"

Ying Ru thought of this, his face changed, and he turned his head to look at the eighth-order evil spirit that had already pounced out of the entrance and exit of the forbidden land, and was about to be born to warn, but Wu Yong had already come to him in an instant.

Ying Ruyi's strength was only barely reaching the seventh order, in front of Wu Yong, he didn't have the ability to resist at all, and he was smashed out of the forbidden place in an instant, spurting out a mouthful of blood in the Ten Thousand Gods Society, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At the same time, it is forbidden to enter the exit.

An evil spirit dressed in a black jailer's costume with a hundred characters written on the back of his chest came out of the forbidden place with a furious face.

Also, anyone who sees someone kill their subordinates arrogantly in front of them will not be happy.

Not to mention, after it made a move, Wu Yong not only didn't stop, but also instantaneously killed the remaining four.

It's no wonder that this centurion can be happy with such a slap in the face.

However, he was not happy, but Wu Yong was happy!

"Old man!"

The centurion had just come out, and the dry man who had been playing soy sauce for a long time below made a move.

This old man deserves to be the national treasure of Supo Country, although he has been fighting day and night for half a month to suppress the entrance and exit of the forbidden land, he is still full of power at this time.

"Out!"

A solemn and solemn shout sounded, and an invisible force erupted.

The centurion had just come out of the entrance and exit of the forbidden land, and was directly pulled out by this force.

Only then did the centurion realize that he was in the middle of the plan, his face changed, and his spiritual power exploded wildly and wanted to retreat, but it was already a step too late, and his body was involuntarily pulled out.

Immediately, Gan Ti slapped a palm and hit the centurion directly, this palm down, the centurion was not doing anything, Wu Yong was in a hurry.

This blame him can't watch the old man die, the eighth-order blame is the first time he has encountered it, how can he get a piece of the pie, right?

gave a sword for the first time, wanting to grab someone's head.

However, as soon as Wu stabbed out with this sword, the eighth-order centurion saw it and was furious, and a voice sounded like it came from hell.

"Tongue pulling!"

Just two words, but it instantly pulled Wu Yong into hell.

Wu retraced the past, and countless experiences of lying surged in his head.

Immediately afterwards, the invisible power surged, and Wu Yong's tongue stabbed violently, and he was about to be pulled out alive, and the light of the Tuanzi talisman lit up, barely helping Wu Yong block this wave of tongue pulling.

Immediately after Ganti's palm slammed into the centurion, Wu also fell with that sword, piercing the centurion's brain.

At the same time, a system prompt sounded.

[Ding, you assisted in killing an eighth-order tongue-pulling jailer, obtain, sorry that you can't get rewards due to insufficient system permissions, but activate the system upgrade permission conditions!]

Wu Yong's tongue was already hurting, but now when he sees this system prompt, tears are about to fall.

Mom sells batches, and it's tossed in vain.