"It's useless, my dagger is forged from the backbone of the Demon Clan's Fallen Saint Venerable, and your weapon can't be effective."

Looking at the shovel that Ye Kun took out from behind, Qin Xin did not have any fluctuations.

Just the next breath, the sound of snapping sounded.

The dagger forged by the spine of the Demon Clan's Holy Venerable in her mouth was broken on the spot.

Before she could react, the shovel had already slapped on her cheek, which was as beautiful as a flower, and the blow almost blew her head up.

Her body suddenly burst down from the sky, smashing heavily on the ground, and even smashing the ground into a huge depression and crater, and the sky was full of dust for a while.

"It's your turn."

Turning his head, Ye Kun looked at Qian Buzhao indifferently, originally he didn't plan to use the Burial Realm Shovel, but now in this situation, if he wants to solve the Holy Monarch as quickly as possible, then he has to use the Supreme Weapon in his hand to surprise him by surprise and take the other party down in an instant.

Looking at the shovel in Ye Kun's hand, Qian Buzhao suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Qin Xin's strength seemed to him to be similar to his own five-five opening, after all, he could often use the summoning technique to hit the opponent difficult to parry, but now he was easily slapped down by the great sage in front of him with the magic weapon in his hand.

It made him feel very bad.

He couldn't recognize the burial shovel in Ye Kun's hand, he just thought it was a magic weapon, but he didn't know that what Ye Kun was holding in his hand at this time was a supreme weapon.

If it weren't for the fact that the realm was not enough, he could only use it to shoot people, and he believed that the strength of the Burial Shovel itself would definitely be able to easily crush the Holy Monarch.

It's just that the matter has come to this point, and Qian Buzhao can only continue to do it, will he be frightened by a great saint?

If this spreads, I'm afraid that my face will be lost outside the territory.

"If the boy is going to be rampant, let these fiery werewolves tear you to pieces, and when the time comes, you will regret it."

Wave your arm and point your hand.

"Kill!"

Hundreds of flame werewolves let out a long roar and rushed towards Ye Kun's direction, waving wildly in their hands, and one after another claw marks shot out, about thousands of feet in size.

The claw marks were almost all soaked in flames, charging forward with the light of the fire.

Ye Kun held the Burial Shovel and slapped it left and right, all the way towards Qian Buzhao to kill, under the attack of the Burial Shovel, these claw marks were useless like a chicken and a dog.

He rushed into the crowd of fiery wolves, his body was light and agile, and the werewolves were slapped into a blood mist between the swings, and there was no room for parry in front of the Burial Shovel.

Looking at Ye Kun, who was like a killing god, Qian Bu swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth and turned around to run away, he didn't want to stay here and die.

"Yo, why don't you want to run?"

"The dignified saint was so frightened by the great sage that he ran away, you can make a face."

"Brother Ye Kun is really not simple, hehe."

As soon as he turned around and was about to escape, Qian Buzhao saw the figure of the attribute appear in front of him.

"It's you?!"

"Trail!!"

Qian Buzhao's face was gloomy.

Damn, how did you meet this difficult guy at such a time, no, you have to get rid of him quickly.

"Get out of the way, I don't want to talk nonsense with you, don't force me to do it."

However, in the face of the threat of his words, he did not waver in the slightest, with a faint smile on his face, and his appearance obviously did not take Qian Buzhao in his eyes at all.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Qian Buzhao roared angrily, as if he wanted to deter the other party by raising his voice.

"Fuck off!"

"Don't force me to do it!!"

Shadow spread his hands, shook his head, looked at him speechlessly, and said with a smile: "Hey, do you know if you don't call?" ”

"A dog that can bite can't bark, a dog that can bark doesn't bite, and the more fierce you bark, the more scared you are, right?"

"Okay, this gift is my gift to Brother Ye Kun."

With a grin, his body seemed to have produced an illusion, and he walked forward in an instant, and in an instant, seven or eight more shadows appeared, attacking Qian Buzhao from different directions at the same time.

Just a face, Qian Buzhao fainted, and he couldn't even parry in the face of the shadow.

As he fainted, the remaining fiery werewolves vanished without a trace.

Ye Kun's face was stained with eye-catching blood, and his eyes were already red.

A killing intent enveloped his body, all over the ancient ruins.

The moment he looked at Ye Kun, a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his cheeks, and the killing intent exuded from Ye Kun's body made him feel palpitations.

Just looking at the other party's appearance, he felt a little difficult to adapt, and when he saw him outside, he was not alone at all.

Ye Kun was approachable before, but now he is completely a killing god, without the slightest hesitation, the killing is extremely decisive, and the methods are cruel and ruthless.

"Give him to me." Raising his head coldly, looking at the traces above, Ye Kun's patience for Qian Buzhao had also reached the extreme.

The corners of Shadow's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he slowly descended from the sky, looked at Ye Kun, and said, "Ye Kun, you can't kill him, he is a disciple of the Sixth Martial Saint, and if you kill him, the Sixth Martial Saint will know immediately." ”

"We, the orthodox disciples of the Martial Saint, all have the mark left by the master on our bodies, once we are killed, the mark will be triggered, and at the same time, the Martial Saint's divine thoughts will also come."

He could see that Ye Kun had already moved his murderous intent and really wanted to kill Qian Buzhao, but once he killed him, it would be tantamount to starting a war with a martial saint.

Isn't it a joke that a great sage declares war with a martial saint?

I'm afraid that it won't be the other party's sneeze that will wipe him out.

Martial saints are a group of people who stand at the forefront of Zhongzhou by force, how can there be good fruits to eat if they offend such an existence.

Looking at the sincere eyes of the shadow, Ye Kun took a deep breath, and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared: "Cang Cang is ready to leave with his heart, the ancient ruins are about to be destroyed!" ”

Shadow Trace's pupils shrank suddenly, he already understood Ye Kun's choice!

Holding the figure of Qian Buzhao in one hand, he quickly retreated, and immediately distanced himself from him, for fear that he would suddenly make a move.

......

In a hidden place in the ancient ruins, the two people of Beiming Liancang and Xin'er were hiding in fear.

But Ye Kun's voice was transmitted.

The two of them jumped up from the ground in tears of joy.

"Big brother is fine!!"

"Big brother is fine!!"

The two hugged each other, and grabbed their hands and jumped around, a pair of living treasures.

"Prepare your heart, once the ancient ruins are broken, I will let the Frost Ice Crystal Luan pull the chariot over as quickly as possible."

Looking at the disgusted Beiming Lian Cang, Xin'er nodded with a red face, and pulled his white hands back from his hands with a swish.

......

"What's going on?!"

"The plan is almost successful, why are the ancient ruins being destroyed?!"

A middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, his body exuding an extremely terrifying aura that only the marrow eater could emit out.

"The bastard who burned down the place where we bred our compatriots and killed thousands of our compatriots has not been found?!" The middle-aged man clenched his fists tightly, and the anger on his face almost burned out.

Around him stood dozens of monks, all dressed in the costumes of the Vine Demon Garden.

The crowd was silent, and not one of them spoke.

The middle-aged man had a gloomy face, and turned to look at the ancient altar behind him, which had one furrow after another, and on top of the ravine, lay a dry bone.

The dry bones absorb the viscous liquid in the ravines, and gradually appear in the flesh.

"Damn, it only takes a little time, and a little more time, this half-step Saint Venerable's body can be completely restored, and then it will be able to be used by us, under my drive, even if it is a ground-level Saint Venerable, he will never take it seriously."

The veins on his forehead bulged, which showed how angry he was at this incident.

Originally, this ancient ruin was discovered by their marrow eater, and when they discovered it, they found this half-step Saint Venerable who was almost intact.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them, and if they can restore their bodies, they will have a chance to manipulate them, otherwise they would not have let so many monks in.

First, of course, it was to control them, to spread out the compatriots who ate the marrow and gradually expand, and the other point was the bones of this half-step Saint Venerable, which it didn't even say to the owner of the vine demon garden.

"Patriarch, we are willing to stop the murder of the human race outside, you must successfully restore the corpse of this skeleton, so that our marrow eating clan can be even more brilliant."

"I'm willing to go together to stop what happened!"

These disciples of the Vine Demon Garden, who were parasitized by the myeloid mane, knelt down on one knee with their fists clasped at the same time, their eyes full of determination.

The middle-aged man with a gloomy face was slightly stunned, he gritted his teeth, nodded fiercely, and said, "The patriarch will remember everything you have dedicated to our clan, and I wish you a safe return." ”

"We will never fail in our mission!"

After saying that, these dozens of disciples of the Vine Demon Garden, who were parasitized by the myeloid eater, turned around and rushed out.

The leader of the myelin-eating mane turned around and stood in front of the half-step Saint Venerable's skeleton, frantically injecting the prepared blood, spinal fluid, and cerebrospinal fluid, which were their own recipes.

Those who rushed out gave birth to wings and flew behind them, and their heads instantly turned into sharp blades, spears, axe blades, and halberds, and the moment they saw any monk, they would move with thunder and chop them directly on the spot.

This is the so-called death of those who block me, people block and kill, and God blocks and kills God!

......

"Ye Kun, I don't want to fight with you, the situation in this ancient ruin is complicated, now if you kill the Sixth Martial Saint and the Hundred Martial Saints, you will immediately fall to this."

"With your current strength, let alone confrontation, it's impossible to even escape."

While persuading, Shadow Dodged Ye Kun's attack, he held Qian Buzhao in one hand, and countless phantoms around him rushed out to attack Ye Kun.

It's just that these phantoms are extremely difficult when facing Ye Kun, and now that they have killed Ye Kun, who is red-eyed, they have no fear at all, and what they want is to kill Qian Buzhao, a guy who makes him feel disgusting.

"Whoever cooperates with the Myelin Eater Gang Gong will be my Ye Kun's enemy, and he will be killed!"

Looking at the trail indifferently, the six life wheels behind Ye Kun became more and more blazing.