Chapter 220: Who is the Crowd!
Da-da-da-da!
The night breeze moves very slowly!
Step by step!
Towards Wushen Mountain, go slowly!
In the palm of his hand, he pulled a blood-drenched iron whip, and above the iron whip, there were blood-colored figures piercing one after another!
"Ahhh
The young witch god, with a fist-sized blood hole in his chest.
The iron whip pierced through his chest.
His whole body was like a dead dog, pulled to the ground, and slowly walked forward!
Not only him, but also the rest of the Wu clan masters.
One!
Five!
Ten!
Twenty!
On the extra-long iron whip, in the blink of an eye, it pierced the chests of more than twenty masters.
The terrible screams continued to sound, but the arms of the night wind, like the power of giant elephants, pulled them towards Wushen Mountain and walked slowly.
And around, the rest of the people in the town of Miaowu only felt their scalps explode!
So ruthless!
They had never seen such a ruthless person.
Penetrate people like grasshoppers and pull them up the mountain.
This kind of ferocity makes every Wu clan master feel cold.
Scarlet blood, staining the ground red.
Hundreds of Wu clan masters followed the night wind closely, but no one dared to step forward anymore.
Because the masters who came forward, almost without exception, were all pierced alive like grasshoppers.
This scene is tragic to the extreme.
Wushen Mountain, getting closer and closer!
……
Meanwhile!
On the top of Wushen Mountain!
Twelve white-haired old men sat together.
These people, every old man, have wrinkles on their faces.
Their breath is majestic to the extreme.
It's like, twelve beasts of prey are standing!
They are the Witch God Mountain, the Twelve Great Witch Gods!
In the eyes of outsiders, the most powerful person in Wushen Mountain is Wugula, one of the pillars of the Four Kingdoms, but only the Wu people understand!
Wushen Mountain, there is an old witch god, twelve witch gods!
And the national pillar Urgula is only ranked twelfth!
And the first witch god at the head is the existence of a half-step legend!
"Old Twelve, how is your arm?"
The first witch god breathes like a dragon, and between his eyes opening and closing, it gives people the illusion that he is cold to the bones.
It was as if he would be paralyzed when he looked at him.
Hearing the words of the first witch god, the twelfth witch god Urgula quickly stood up, covered his broken arm and said:
"Big brother, I don't have to worry about my life, but I have a broken arm, and my combat strength is not as good as before!"
Saying this, Ugura's face was filled with resentment.
The First Witch God nodded, and a cold glow flashed from his eyes:
"Hmph! That little bastard is so rampant! He didn't even say hello, and then cut off the old twelve's arm! This is just too deceitful!!
The first witch god, murderous.
At that moment, the rest of the witch gods also stood up:
"That's right! That little bastard really thinks that if he destroys the 13th Grandmaster of Xiangjiang, he will be invincible in the world? We have to use blood to tell him that whoever hurts my Wu clan will die!"
"Boss, hurry up and give the order! Our twelve witch gods will definitely break that little bastard into ten thousand pieces!"
"Yes! Avenge the old twelve! Slaughter the Night Wind Dog Thief!"
Murderous voices continued to sound.
I have to say that the strength of Wushen Mountain is much stronger than that of Xiangjiang!
The first witch god, a half-step legend!
Of the remaining eleven great witch gods, only Urgula is in the middle stage of the grandmaster, and the remaining ten are all at the peak of the grandmaster.
This strength swept across the Xiangjiang River, like taking something from a bag!
Listening to this voice falling, the face of the first witch god became more and more ferocious:
"Everyone, be quiet!"
As soon as the first witch god spoke, all of a sudden, the other eleven people fell silent.
Glancing at his eleven brothers, the First Witch God, he said slowly:
"At the moment, the most important thing is not that little bastard!
"Today, on the first day of the reincarnation of the Demon Valley, after it opens, our father will bring blood food and blood sacrifice to our king!"
"Once the king is satisfied, then the gift given will be extremely rich, and it will even make our Wushen Mountain the number one force in the land of China!"
When he said this, the twelve great witch gods had burning eyes and their faces were full of excitement.
That's right!
Every sacrifice takes ten years!
And today, it is the most important day in their ten years!
"Once the king's gift comes, one night wind is nothing! Even if it is ten night winds, killing them is like killing a dog!"
The first witch god, arrogant!
And the other eleven witch gods were also excited, and their faces became more and more red.
Only they, the king's servants, will understand how terrible their king really is!
Wow!
However, at this moment, an uproar resounded from outside the room!
Let the twelve witch gods be stunned.
Well?
"What's going on?" the First Witch God's face was gloomy.
At that moment, a member of the Wu clan ran in with a panicked face:
"Tell the witch god, the young witch god he ......"
What the!
Hearing this, Ugura's face changed, and he suddenly stood up and rushed out of the room.
Not only him, but the other eleven witch gods, hulala, came out!
It's just that when they saw a scene not far away, they were blinded!
"Dark Green !!"
Urgula saw the young witch god covered in blood on the iron whip, and his old eyes were full of anger.
And the rest of the people also looked murderous one by one.
They couldn't believe that someone had penetrated the young witch god and the master of the witch clan like pigs and dogs and pulled them up to the witch god mountain.
This...... It's just looking for death!
"Little bastard, it's your !!"
When Urgula saw the night wind, his cloudy old eyes were even more resentful.
Whew!
Almost instantly, the twelve great witch gods rushed out in unison, surrounding the night wind group.
One by one, they were angry, looking at the night wind's gaze, as if they were looking at an idiot.
"Little bastard, you are brave enough! since you set foot on Wushen Mountain, then, you will stay forever!!"
Urgula hated the night wind.
One of his own arms was cut off by the night wind!
And his own grandson, in the hands of the night wind, pierced like a pig and a dog, how could he bear it.
Not only them, but also the young witch gods and the masters of the witch clan, after seeing the twelve great witch gods appear, they were ecstatic one by one!
"Grandpa, kill him!
"Witch God, destroy this beast!"
"Kill, don't keep those who insult my witch clan!"
The shouts of killing are constantly resounding!
Seeing this scene, the corners of the night wind's mouth became more and more cold!
"Why? Think you can kill me if there are too many people?"
Well?
This sentence made the twelve witch gods stunned, and then, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Urgula's mouth:
"That's right! It's just that there are many people, and there are few people who bully you! Night Wind, on our mountain, one grandmaster is in the middle stage, ten grandmasters are at the peak, and one is a half-step legend! Even if you are a god, you must die!!
"Good !!"
Hearing this, Night Wind nodded:
"Since there are more people and fewer people are bullying, let's see, who is the most !!"
After speaking, the night breeze waved his hand!
Whew!
One after another, figures rushed out from all directions of Wushen Mountain!
One!
Five!
Fifty!
One hundred!
In the blink of an eye, there were more than 120 people!
And the most shocking thing is that these more than 120 people are all - the grandmaster powerhouse!!
PS: I have received a lot of concern from book friends, thank you, thank you for your support and concern! With you here, even if you go to hell, the autumn wind will climb out and continue to write to you! In the past few days, there will be two shifts a day for the time being, and when the autumn wind heals, it will all be made up!
(End of chapter)