"I didn't expect this group of guys to really keep up!"

Yang Pojun ran towards the desert.

Ten minutes or so passed.

In the place where Yang Pojun was standing just now, a group of men in red robes appeared, they were Westerners, blonde and blue-eyed.

The one at the head had a cold face, and there was an invisible murderous aura rippling on his body.

Especially on his face, there was a hideous scar, and he sneered, and the scar was a little twisted.

It added a bit of evil to his indifferent face.

"Eight Sect Master, if you come out of the Ethereal Realm this time, then Yang Pojun will definitely die!"

"Yes, the Nine Sect Masters must have been calculated by him, Yang Pojun's true cultivation is only at the peak of the ground level, it is impossible for him to kill the Nine Sect Masters."

The Nine Sect Master laughed, and his scar was pulled, and the flesh was a little delicate.

"Hehe, he, Yang Pojun, is just a guy who got a chance, in the eyes of our cultivators, he is a waste!"

"If I kill him, it will be like killing a chicken and slaughtering a cow. A trick? Or two tricks?!! ”

A group of cardinal priests in the Inquisition all patted on the back and said: "There are eight sect masters who make a move, one move!" ”

"Yes, one move can destroy his soul!"

The Eight Sect Master twisted his neck, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a stone flew next to him.

His palms are strong!

Quack!

And the crowd saw that the stone was turned to powder.

The Eight Sect Masters waved their hands, and the powder floated in the void.

The Eighth Sect Master muttered: "Yang Pojun, you have destroyed so many bases in my Inquisition, this time your head is like that stone, your brains are splashing everywhere, I will dig out your eyeballs to make wine!!! ”

A group of red-robed cloaks were all in high spirits.

"Yang Pojun will die!"

The Eight Sect Masters waved his hand and said, "Our fish is running away, everyone hurry up and catch up, don't let him escape." ”

"Yes!"

A group of people quickly chased after them.

Beside the Eight Sect Masters, a middle-aged man's red-clothed priest, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, especially the beard on his chin, which was very dark and seemed to be stable.

He touched the beard on his chin and said, "Eighth Sect Master, Yang Pojun likes to use intrigues and tricks, in case, if he sets a trap here, we will be in danger, after all, many adults died because they despised him before." ”

The Eight Sect Master narrowed his eyes, and he clenched his fists!

The air seems to have been blown up by him!

Rumble!

The dust around is flying, which shows how terrifying the opponent's strength is.

The Eight Sect Masters said word by word: "In the face of absolute strength, I will blow his head with one fist, trickery? Hehe! In my opinion, he is just a stinky child, and in front of me, he is just playing with the house! ”

"Let's go, let me show you how I made him worse than dead, this time, many sect masters in the Ethereal Realm have spent a lot of effort to send me out of the Ethereal Realm."

"The purpose is to kill him Yang Pojun, as soon as I come out, he Yang Pojun will definitely die!!!"

"I have to cut off his limbs first, and then completely decompose him, so that I can eliminate the anger in my heart, the Great Perfection Master of the Foundation Building Period, is not something that can be imagined by a waste like him, not to mention, hehe......"

A gloomy smile appeared on the face of the Eight Sect Masters.

The air around is cold to the bone marrow, and the cold soul trembles! The world seems to have lost a trace of warmth!!

The Eight Sect Masters put their hands behind their backs and strode towards the front of the outside.

This time, the Eight Sect Masters were able to come out of the Ethereal Realm, but several other Sect Masters were seriously injured.

And the other sect leaders can't get out at all.

Because their strength is all in the Jindan period.

As long as you enter the Jindan stage, in the ethereal realm, you must reach a certain realm.

At this moment, Yang Pojun was running in the desert.

After running for forty minutes, Yang Pojun stopped, he looked at the environment here, and smiled slightly, his smile was weird.

"This is the first meal I've prepared for you to hunt me down, and I hope you guys will be satisfied, after all, I've spent a lot of effort on it."

Yang Pojun stood in the desert, standing against the wind, the wind blowing on his body, a little cool.

Whew!

In the distance, a group of men in red-robed religious robes flashed their figures.

In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Yang Pojun in the middle.

"Yang Pojun, you killed so many people in my Inquisition, you must die today!"

"Yes, you're seriously injured, and this is the best time for us to do anything to you."

"Boy, can't you run, right? This time, we Eight Sects take the initiative, so you just wait to go to hell!! ”

Yang Pojun stood in the desert, his eyelids raised slightly, looking into the distance.

A middle-aged man in a red power suit, about forty years old, the murderous aura on his body turned into invisible, like a blade, like a sharp blade...... The distance was five hundred meters away, and Yang Pojun's face was like tens of thousands of needles.

The other party stepped out in one step, and he actually arrived in front of him.

Such a strange pace was the first time Yang Pojun had seen it.

The man laughed hideously, and the scar from the corner of his eye to his lip was a little eye-catching.

It's creepy, oozing, and chilly.

"You're Yang Pojun?"

The voice was neither high nor low, but Yang Pojun's ears were tingling.

Yang Pojun licked his lips with his tongue and said, "Lao Tzu is Yang Pojun, what's wrong?" There's a guy who came to die? ”

The Eighth Sect Master nodded with satisfaction and said, "I just like you as an arrogant clown who jumps off the beam, because the higher you jump, the more excited I will be when I slap you to pieces." ”

"Look at your skin looks good, I want to scrape your skin off and make a specimen, don't you mind?!!!"

The smile in the other party's eyes is like a devil and a Shura, and it makes people very frightened when they look at it.

Yang Pojun narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you think it's really that simple for you to kill me?" So many people in your Inquisition killed me, and they all died terrible! ”

"Hahaha!" The Eighth Sect Master's smile was more penetrating: "They can't be compared to me, seeing you so indifferent, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable." ”

In the eyes of the Eight Sect Masters, Yang Pojun should be afraid when facing him.

But.

At this moment, Yang Pojun was still indifferent, which made the Eight Sect Masters unhappy.

"Let's kill him!"

The Eight Sect Masters spoke indifferently, and when they came out of his mouth, it felt like he was stepping on an ant, which was normal.

"Kill!!"

The group of red-clothed priests rushed towards Yang Pojun together.

"Boom, boom."

Suddenly, Yang Pojun fought with them, and they had fought continuously before, although the healing qi treated the injuries in the body, but this kind of intensive battle was extremely exhausting.

Yang Pojun is still a little unbearable.

Blood was flying in the void, and the Eight Sect Masters looked at this scene very easily, and with a wave of his hand, a stool appeared next to him.

He sat on it, as if watching a play, and just grinned like a hungry wolf king admiring his prey.

(End of chapter)