Facing Xiong Kai's indifferent gaze, the tens of thousands of disciples of the Twelve Martial Arts Sects had already retreated in fright.

Who would have thought that Zhao Ji, Zhuo Butong and Kong Yi joined forces to defeat the power of one person in front of them.

In the South Domain, when did such a terrifying character appear.

Xiongkai, this name is destined to be like a gale, permeating the entire land of the due south region.

It's just that the current situation can't afford the twelve martial arts sects to think about it, because after Xiongkai's voice fell, the drum of the Tu Ling Drum had already sounded again.

The ghost-headed swords of the three hundred death row prisoners also stood sideways again.

The carnage returns.

Death follows.

The death of the three Zhao Ji was not the end for the entire Twelve Martial Arts Sects, but the real beginning.

In the Twelve Martial Arts Sects, when Ding Xu saw Xiong Kai kill Zhao Ji, Zhuo Butong and Kong Yi with the power of one person.

My heart was like ashes.

I once again recalled in my mind what Jin Buchang had said before.

The horror of the demon camp may really not be fabricated by Jin Buchang.

But now, it's too late to stop the demon camp.

When he watched the figure of the demon camp rushing towards the twelve martial arts sects, Ding Xu seemed to foresee the end of the twelve martial arts sects.

Could it be that the 40,000 elite disciples of the Twelve Martial Dao Sects really want to all be wiped out in Qinghe Town?

"Phew!"

Without waiting for Ding Xu to think about it, a black shadow passed in front of him, and Ding Xu's head had been cut off by the ghost-headed sword.

The deputy sect master of the dignified Great Feather Heavenly Sect didn't even have time to react in the face of the demon camp.

Because in the demon camp, the fastest knife is Wang Menghe's knife.

Facing Wang Menghe's knife, Ding Xu should not have time to react.

Seeing that Ding Xu was killed by the demon camp, tens of thousands of disciples of the Twelve Martial Arts Sects suddenly lost their last backbone.

Suddenly, there was complete chaos.

But the more chaotic it is, the faster the disciples of the Twelve Martial Arts Sects will die.

The body is constantly falling, and the blood rain is also constantly swaying.

If someone draws a picture of the scene in front of them, then the name of the painting must be called, Purgatory on Earth.

Time passes, and the killing continues.

The voices outside the liquor store are getting weaker and weaker.

Until the slightest sound could no longer be heard outside the wine shop, the Jin Buchang people in the wine shop waited for a long time before they dared to look out of the wine shop.

When Jin Buchang and the others looked out of the wine shop, their faces turned pale in an instant, and they were terrified.

It seems that outside the liquor store, they see the presence that makes them creepy.

has been watching Jin Buchang and Zhang Chaosheng's good killing, and he is also curious about the change in the expressions of the two, and subconsciously looks out.

In an instant, there was no blood in the slaughter.

The group of demon camps that slaughtered tens of thousands of disciples of the Twelve Martial Arts Sects stood silently outside the wine shop at this moment.

The ghost head knife has never been sheathed, and the rich murderous aura on his body is even more compelling.

Just standing there without moving, Jin Buchang's legs trembled in fright.

Seeing that the demon camp was outside the wine shop at the moment, Jin Bu turned his head and knelt down in front of Qing Deng: "Master help, the demon camp is outside the wine shop at the moment, except for the master, there is no one here to save my life." ”

Seeing that Jin did not kneel towards the green lamp, Zhang Chaosheng also knelt down together regardless of his old age.

Not far away, he saw that Qing Deng was the only one who could stop the demon camp, and without hesitation, he also stepped forward and knelt down to Qing Deng for help.

Before facing death, people will always unconsciously want to grasp something.

Even if it's just a straw that can be easily broken.

They're going to go out of their way to catch it.

This is human instinct.

In the face of the begging of the three, the green lantern was indifferent, no, it should be unwavering.

If the previous green lantern was a lake, he just wanted to protect the lives of the fish in Hubo.

As for why these fish provoke the anger of the sky, the green lantern doesn't care, he just wants to keep the living alive, this is the way he has always been dispositional and not killing.

But now the green lantern has merged from the lake into the sea, and he sees all the creatures in the whole sea.

And in the sea, there are more than just fish.

All things are born and restrain each other.

Circularity can be symbiotic.

So what he has to do now is only to carry all things, not to intervene in the cycle of life and death of all things.

The realm in front of him is not the final realm of the green lantern, but the realm he is in.

The sea has a tolerant heart, so as not to kill.

There is also a roar of the sea, for destruction.

To kill or not to kill, to save or not to save, only in the thought of the green light, can not affect his emotions.

Qing Lantern said: "The person who can decide your life and death is not a little monk, if a little monk can decide your life and death, you will not come here from the Bohai Sea." ”

Qing Deng's words are still obscure, and Jin Buchang and others still haven't understood it carefully.

There is already a generation gap between the two different levels of communication that is difficult to cross.

"Let's go!"

Ao Bei, who was by the window, turned around slowly and spoke lightly.

Lifting his footsteps, he was already walking towards the outside of the liquor store.

Qing Deng ignored Jin Buchang and the others, unhurriedly, fell half a step behind Ao Bei, and walked outside the wine shop together.

Seeing that Qing Deng was going to leave with the young man, Jin Buchang didn't have time to think about the identity of the young man, so he quickly got up and followed Qing Deng.

In the entire Qinghe Town, only by the side of the green lantern will Jin Buchang feel a sense of security.

Before he walked out of the wine shop, when Jin Buchang and the others saw the appearance of the group of demons, their feet were so frightened that they couldn't move.

But Qing Lantern and the boy walked fearlessly towards the outside of the liquor store, and they had to follow them out with the audacity.

When Ao Bei's figure appeared outside the liquor store.

Three hundred ghost-headed war knives were sheathed at the same time, and the three hundred death row prisoners of the demon camp knelt down on one knee with solemn expressions.

"Battalion commander!"

The surprisingly unanimous voice connected into a line and entered everyone's ears, startling Jin Buchang and the others.

"Battalion commander?"

Seeing the actions of the people in the demon camp, Jin Buchang and the others looked at the young man in front of Qing Deng.

They suddenly realized a terrible truth.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Ao Bei's calm eyes flickering slightly, and said, "Get up!"

The three hundred death row prisoners got up and didn't say a word, all looking at Ao Bei and their king.

The moment Jin Buchang heard Ao Bei's mouth, the whole person had collapsed to the ground unconsciously.

Being able to scare a leader of the Bohai Hundred Sects like this, if it spreads, it would be a strange news.

Who would have thought that the group of god-killing demons in front of them, their battalion commander would be a teenager of this age.

And in order to avoid the demon camp, he stayed under the same roof with this young man for so long.

No wonder Tsing Lantern would have said something like that before.

At this moment, not only is the gold not exchanged, but even Zhang Chaosheng understands that he is good at killing.

It's not that Qing Lantern doesn't save them, but in the entire Qinghe Town, the only one who can save them is the mysterious young man in front of him.