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What Murong Ancestor said was an indisputable fact.

Zhou Changgong's heart was surging with even stronger killing intent, and he didn't want to mention the things of the past again, even if others mentioned it.

"Everyone...... Bear down. ”

Zhou Changgong said in a cold tone.

The moment the words fell, the people of the Zhou clan, who had been besieging and killing Murong Old Ancestor, did not have the slightest reservation, and they all used the strongest and most powerful moves.

A cold smile slowly appeared in Murong Old Ancestor's expression, "Today, I am cleaning the portal. ”

The words fell.

A strong momentum erupted from Murong Old Ancestor's body, accompanied by a cold chill, a faint frost suddenly condensed in the void, and the temperature between heaven and earth dropped a lot in an instant, giving people a feeling like a cold winter wax moon.

The chill is biting.

The look of the girth bow became very ugly.

"Proud of the cold...... Sure enough, it's a name well deserved. ”

The girth let out a look of amazement.

"Kill—"

Murong Old Ancestor let out a loud shout.

With a movement of his hands, a cold breath suddenly gushed out, freezing the void in an instant.

Zhou Changgong's expression couldn't help but change, and his eyes showed a look of panic, and he found that his body was a little immobile, as if there was an invisible shackle, firmly restraining his body, making him lose even the ability to move his body.

There was a cold smile in Murong Old Ancestor's expression, and with a palm slapped, the cold wind swept through, and Zhou Changgong felt that a big mountain seemed to fall on his chest, just the moment of contact, his chest cavity was completely sunken in, and the broken bone ballast was ruthlessly inserted into his heart and lungs...... It made him feel that it was extremely difficult to even breathe, and he struggled to grow his mouth and breathe air, and the circumference felt that his eyes were a little black.

Murong Old Ancestor would not pay attention to a dead person.

Implement in one palm.

Murong Old Ancestor's body thrust out horizontally, smashing out with a fist, and there was another master of the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm who suffered a heavy blow, but his strength was stronger than the circumference of the bow, and one punch was not enough to kill him, and the strong internal force was running, as if a giant dragon was entrenched beside him, and it was majestic.

Murong Old Ancestor frowned.

A punch won't work.

One more punch.

With a punch, the strong internal force suddenly collapsed.

This master of the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm died an extremely aggrieved death.

Murong Old Ancestor's body moved again.

A cold chill was dense in the air, and heavy snow actually fell on Dalong Mountain.

This is his domain.

In his domain, he is the master, the god, the irreversible being of all.

The Zhou clan fell one by one.

Blood stained the snow.

Snow is as white as snow plums.

……

……

Zhou Changxuan tried his best, but he still did not escape Murong Haoqing's scimitar.

The scimitar slashed straight through his neck, leaving a deep scar on his back.

In the wound, blood kept flowing out.

Zhou Changxuan struggled hard.

However, Murong Haoqing's killing intent was too decisive, and he didn't give him a chance at all, and with a turn of the scimitar, his head fell to the ground.

The headless body still ran out five or six steps before it fell to the ground with a bang.

The head of the landing widened and looked up at the sky.

……

……

The morning sun rises and sets.

There will be a time when the snow will stop.

Murong Old Ancestor carried his hands behind his back, standing in the void, his expression unhappy or sad, his eyes fixed on the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

"I said that Dalongshan has only one surname, and that is Murong ...... Do you have any comments?"

Calm, indifferent words sounded.

Above Dalong Mountain, there was a dead silence.

Murong Haoqing calmly placed Zhou Changxuan's corpse together.

Many people surnamed Zhou couldn't help but twitch their hearts.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

If you keep your head down, you will get used to it, but just now you were clamoring to turn over and be the master, but you never thought that you haven't realized what it feels like to be a master, and you have been ruthlessly beaten back to your original shape.

Murong Haoqing's expression was extremely cold, he was waiting, waiting for the moment when the ancestor gave the order, he would unceremoniously kill all the people of the Zhou family.

Old Ancestor Murong waited quietly, he was waiting for the attitude of the Zhou clan.

Over the years, there has only been one surname on Dalong Mountain, but the kinship of the bloodline is very clear, and the bloodlines of the two families are also mixed together, and many people still have the blood of the Murong clan in their bones.

It was impossible for Murong Ancestor to kill them all.

"Ancestor...... Spare your life!"

Suddenly, a richly dressed woman fell to her knees with a hint of crying in her voice, and her hands dragged a teenage boy to his knees.

Someone took the lead.

Naturally, some people followed suit.

Nothing is more important than staying alive.

Many knelt down.

Murong Old Ancestor's gaze swept over, and there was a hint of strangeness in his expression, these people still knelt down in order to survive, just as they responded to Zhou Changxuan's rebellion.

Among them are the daughters of the Murong clan.

Murong Old Ancestor slowly closed his eyes, he was thinking about something.

Murong Haoqing looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground, his expression was full of cold killing intent, his eyes were like knives, sweeping over everyone's cheeks, and he sneered, "You are really shameless! ”

In the crowd of kneeling down, there was silence.

"Ancestor, kill them all, these people harbor evil intentions, and sooner or later they will bring great trouble to Dalong Mountain. ”

Murong Haoqing said in a cold voice.

Murong Old Ancestor slowly opened his eyes, he didn't understand the truth of cutting grass without removing the roots, blowing the wind and giving birth again, but he didn't want to die on Dalong Mountain anymore.

The damned one is already dead.

"Today, enough people have died, and I don't want to see any more dead. ”

Murong Old Ancestor said slowly.

Murong Haoqing's expression couldn't help but change, his eyes were suddenly bloodshot, and he said, "Ancestor, aren't you afraid that today's events will happen again in the future?"

Murong Old Ancestor suddenly fell into silence.

Today's matter, which can be forcibly suppressed, has a few elements of luck, Murong Haoqing has been hiding his strength, giving Zhou Changxuan a surprise, making his layout fall short.

But—

What about later?

Murong Old Ancestor didn't think that good luck would always be on the side of Murong's clan, once there was any more trouble, I am afraid that Dalong Mountain would not be at peace.

He seemed to sense Murong Old Ancestor's hesitation.

Murong Haoqing urged again: "Ancestor, when the judgment continues, you will suffer from the chaos, if you don't want to see blood, please avoid it, I will bear this blood debt." ”

(End of chapter)

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