The reversal of Wu Chen's life even frightened Wu Ming. He didn't know why Wu Chenming would say such a thing.

"If you agree, I wouldn't mind killing them all. ”

Wu Chenming looked at everyone, his eyes were still firm.

They are the sons of the saints.

The first time can be taken as a joke, then it won't be so simple to say it again.

This shows that Wu Chen's life is quite serious at the moment, and it is by no means a gamble for a while.

All the holy sons looked at each other, they were all inexplicable, they didn't know when they provoked Wu Chen's life, and it was not a wise move to anger a saint.

How could this be true that their behavior was commendable throughout, without a hint of disrespect or any fatal mistakes?

"There needs to be at least one reason. ”

The Son retorted softly.

Reason.

It is the answer that all the Sons want.

Even Wu Ming was desperate for Wu Chenming to come up with a reason at this moment, at least these holy sons were friendly, and their temperament was compatible.

"Reason? If you give a reason, it's even more difficult to deal with. ”

This is a strange statement, against whom?

In an instant, Wu Chenming had already appeared in front of a local holy son, and with a flick of his fingers, the latter's head exploded in half, and blood and brains flowed down together.

I'm afraid it's hard to see the last expression of the local Son, because the head is gone. I saw him slowly hanging his limbs and half-kneeling in the air.

Even if someone reacts, I am afraid that it will not be able to prevent this seemingly tragedy from happening.

The people standing around the headshot Holy Son all stayed away from Wu Chen's life, for fear that the next target would be himself.

It can be said that it was too late and that it was fast, and Wu Chen's life disappeared in place again.

Who's next?

Just when everyone was speculating, the Holy Son who was shot in the head was actually in front of everyone's eyes, and his body gradually twisted, and then it actually formed a ball of flesh.

The meat balls collided with several people one after another, and then fled in one direction.

And that direction is facing Wu Ming.

When the meat ball was about to touch Wu Ming's body, a hand appeared out of thin air to stop the meat ball, and then crushed it.

Wu Chenming stood in front of Wu Ming, cleaned up the remaining flesh and blood foam on his hands, and pointed to a person in the crowd.

Just when Wu Chen was pinching and popping the meat ball, he was keenly aware that a black shadow the size of a fingertip slipped from his hand, and then ran towards one person at an extremely fast speed.

Obviously, it was the black dot that really controlled the meat ball.

"Watch out for him. ”

The three words fell, and there was silence.

Sure enough, the other local Son who was pointed at let out a strange wicked laugh, and his face was distorted to the extreme.

No one noticed the black dot shooting into his mouth.

The Holy Son was swollen and swollen in several places all over his body, and he no longer looked like a human form, and his bloated pus was extremely cautious, and he was stiff and motionless, and there was no trace of popularity when he looked at it again.

It's clear that he has been dead for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying corpse was formed.

Moreover, the spiritual power oozing from this skeleton was even stronger than that of Ye Chenxing today.

The rest of the Holy Son pulled away and was at a loss.

Who would dare to be so presumptuous in front of the saints?

After thinking about it, Wu Chen's unprovoked attack before didn't want to startle the snake, and there were strange things mixed in among them.

There have been so many changes in these days that they have seriously deviated from their original purpose.

It's hard to say what will happen next.

"He's He Shuluo's henchman?"

"Yes, the same is true of the people who just died. ”

This reminder instantly broadens the mind.

Since He Shuluo separated with a group of people, until now, it was the seven of them who had the accident, and the two who had problems now were among them.

He Shuluo was rescued, but died inexplicably after entering the Fallen Immortal Mansion.

Yan Qiu suddenly became Yan Qiu.

When he encountered the bloodthirsty demon cow, he also died a holy son.

Now there are only two left.

Who is it?

The crowd looked around, trying to find the two.

But for some reason, I really don't have any impression of these two people, and the more I look at each other, the more indifferent my memory becomes.

However, those who panic will show their feet.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and two people behaved abnormally, with panicked expressions, as if they were afraid of something, and soon their actions were taken into account.

Before everyone could speak and question, they saw the two people distort their figures, making the same sound as the corpse, and finally turned into two pillars of blood and merged into the corpse.

After a few moments, the corpse more than doubled in size.

And this kind of change has not only brought about a surge in spiritual power, but also something that cannot be said.

That kind of thing, it seems to have gone beyond the definition of something.

"I don't know which big man from the outside world came to the horse in person?"

Wu Chenming stopped everyone and motioned not to get close to the corpse for half a step.

He took the lead and asked respectfully at the corpse.

As he bent over, the corpse moved, a black dot moving rapidly within his body.

"Tsk, it seems that the people of your world still have some means, and even our identities can be found out a thing or two. ”

At this moment, the black dot completely spread out from the corpse of the Holy Son, and a pitch-black figure appeared from the air.

This figure can't see the face clearly, and the strength can't be seen through.

But just by virtue of Ye Chenxing, who is in the realm of a saint, he is very jealous, which is enough to show the dignity of his identity.

If you really describe that figure, you will be surprised to find that the more you hope in your heart, the more that figure resembles.

"Old man, one of the Eaters of the World, you can call me, Author. ”

The figure conjured into two abrupt arms and stood with their arms folded.

Author?

How have I never heard of such a realm?

No one has ever had such a strange title.

What is the Eater?

A series of questions struck the brains of many Holy Sons.

Even Wu Ming, who has experienced three thousand worlds, doesn't know what the author is.

"It seems that you even hid Wu Ming, and you really can. Hey, boy, you're the main character, look at how many words you've said since I've been with you for so long?"

Wu Ming is the protagonist?

Protagonist, what is that.

Wu Ming's reticence, even he himself may not have realized that if someone hadn't always known him and called him by his name, he would probably have been ignored a long time ago.

"I'm not happy with that, so let's start over. ”

The dark figure claiming to be the author picked up a book out of nowhere and tore off the first three pages.

A fresh breeze blew, and the three pages of the paper instantly turned into ashes in the air.

What changed was the disappearance of the Sons one by one.

They may not know the meaning of their existence.

"Sure enough, can't you stop the power of the Eater?"

After Wu Chenming finished saying this sentence with a little heaviness, he didn't look at Wu Ming again, turned around and walked towards the clouds in the distance, and then the figure gradually moved away.

Oh, and because it's always high in the sky, there's clouds.

Then, in addition to the author, the only one who remained here was Wu Ming.

"I should send you back to where you came from. ”

The original place.

Wu Ming couldn't help but flash a picture in his mind.

Could it be there?