In the depths of the universe, inside a blood-colored planet, there is a huge and majestic palace.

And at this moment, on the throne of this palace, there is a middle-aged man with a height of ten meters, and there is a blood-colored big knife tens of meters long beside him, standing on the earth, immediately exuding a violent bloody aura, as if this palace has turned into a blood-colored hell, with countless evil ghosts wailing.

Three scars appeared on his face, which looked extremely hideous, and he also had a broken right arm, as if this body had gone through many life-and-death battles and had been weathered.

If anyone from the outside world could see this middle-aged man, they would all be scared half to death, because this is a well-known slaughter saint in the universe, and he is a saint-level master.

Legend has it that he was a murderous man, like a madman, and once slaughtered three planets on the grounds of being in a bad mood, killing hundreds of billions of living beings, leaving no corner behind.

Therefore, it is called a slaughter, and it is feared by countless races of creatures, like a god of death.

But because of a certain accident, he has disappeared for a long time, and many people have almost forgotten his reputation.

Whoosh!!

At this moment, six or seven uninvited guests suddenly appeared in the palace, and they came to the blood-colored palace one after another.

These people have different forms, or they are full of flesh, or they are bald, or they are nuns, or they are one-armed, or they are one-eyed, and they don't look like a good thing.

They are the notorious killers in the universe, known as the Seven Killers, and they are all masters of the Divine Power Realm.

"Your Excellency. ”

But in the face of the slaughter of saints, these people did not dare to be arrogant or even angry, because this was a saint in front of them, and they could kill them dozens of times with a single breath.

"Do you know what I came to you for?"

The Slaughter Saint asked lightly.

"I don't know, but as long as the adults tell us, we are willing to die and die. "The Seven Killers are all so well-behaved, and they don't dare to show the expression of no one in their eyes on weekdays.

They were also scared to death, because they didn't come to this place of their own free will, but suddenly they were drinking in a tavern, but the next second they were captured and taken to this hellish place, and they were powerless.

"Yes, those who know the times are Junjie. ”

The Slaughter Saint was very satisfied: "I don't want to go around in circles with you, I have heard of your reputation as a seven-killer before, a famous killer, who has killed people like hemp since his debut, and the task completion rate is 100%." ”

"So, I'm going to come to you personally, and I want you to kill someone. ”

Hearing this, the faces of the Seven Killers turned green, and their reputation was harmful, if it weren't for their reputation, how could they be targeted by this famous slaughtering saint.

Well, now that they fall into the hands of this saint who is many times more ferocious than them, they don't know what will happen.

"I don't know who the adults want to kill?"

The Seven Slaughterers and the others asked, and they didn't ask why they didn't personally kill the other party according to the strength of the Slaughter Saint, since the Slaughter Saint didn't make a move, there was naturally something unspeakable, and there was a reason why he didn't want to say it.

That's why the Sage of Slaughter will find these little characters

It was foolish to ask these questions, and they were also afraid of provoking the Slaughter Saints, so they were straightforward.

"Maybe you've heard his name, it's Xia Ping. ”

The slaughter saint said lightly.

"Xia Ping?!"

Hearing this, one of them was taken aback: "Could it be Xia Ping, a disciple of the Northern Hell Sage who has been making a fuss recently?

"But isn't this just an ordinary disciple?"

They were all very strange to look at the slaughter saints.

"Yes, that kid is an ordinary disciple, and he has no grievances with the old man, but the mistake is that he is the apprentice of the old ghost of the Northern Underworld. The Slaughter Saint snorted coldly, his eyes revealing a terrifying coldness, as if he could penetrate the void and make the Seven Killers shiver, as if they were in the abyss of hell, and they could kill him at any time.

"At the beginning, the old ghost of the Northern Underworld came to me for trouble, and after fighting him for 300 rounds, he cut off one of his right arms, and he has not been able to recover it so far. ”

He touched his empty right arm, hatred raging.

For the saint, the rebirth of a broken arm is just a trivial matter, but the right arm that was cut off by the Northern Underworld Saint cannot be recovered no matter what he does.

There seems to be a mysterious force that prevents the cells in his body from being reborn.

Because of a swordsman, his right hand is his most powerful part, and he has been practicing for I don't know how many years, but now he has been forcibly cut off by the Northern Hell Sage, which is equivalent to abolishing part of his power.

This is simply a great shame for a saint.

In that battle, if he hadn't escaped quickly, I am afraid that he would have been killed by the Northern Pluto Saint long ago.

It is conceivable that his hatred for the saint of the Northern Hell cannot be washed away by the water of the three rivers.

But in terms of strength, the Slaughter Saint was not an opponent of the Northern Pluto Saint before, let alone a broken arm, so he was even less of an opponent.

Therefore, in this life, he has no hope of revenge.

Therefore, he wanted to take revenge on the children and grandchildren of the Northern Pluto Saints, and even those who had a relationship.

The problem is that the Northern Pluto Saint has lived too long, and the relatives around him are basically dead, and he is alone.

Even if there is still a sect of the Qiankun Sect, no matter how many disciples of the Qiankun Sect die, it is estimated that the Northern Saint will not be heartbroken.

The Slaughter Saint has never been able to find a chance to take revenge.

Who would have thought that Xia Ping was born out of thin air and suddenly became a close disciple of the Northern Pluto Sage, which made the Slaughter Sage overjoyed, so he listed Xia Ping as a target.

Even if you can't kill the Northern Pluto Sage, you have to let the Northern Pluto Sage try what the pain of losing a son is, let him, the big disciple who closed the door, die under his hands, and let this old ghost of the Northern Pluto be heartbroken for the rest of his life.

"I have placed a ban on you. ”

Thinking of this, the Slaughter Saint's gaze fell on the Seven and said, "Don't even think about escaping, if you dare to escape, or if you don't complete the task, it will be detonated immediately." ”

"Either Xia Ping dies, or you die. ”

"Of course, if you can complete the task, you will get benefits, great benefits. ”

He gave a sweet date with a stick.

The faces of the seven were as dead as ashes, and they knew that they could not escape the palm of the slaughter saint.

"Okay, but where is Xia Ping, if he is in the headquarters of the Qiankun Sect, we can't get in at all, and we can't kill him. The Seven asked, saying that if Xia Ping had stayed in the Qiankun Sect, they would not have found a chance to assassinate.

"Don't worry, I've already received the news, that Xia Ping has left the Qiankun faction and gone out to complete the task, this is a great opportunity. The Slaughter Saint sneered, "Without the protection of the old ghost of the Northern Underworld, he would have died." ”

"Where is he?"

"Blood Soul Continent!"

What the?!

The faces of the seven people are greener, this is a place that is even more terrifying than the Qiankun Sect, and the fierce reputation of the Blood Soul Continent has long resounded in the six star fields.