Click!

Yang Quan's neck was trampled off, like a burnt twist.

The two Supreme Realm high-ranking people who broke into the cave looked at this scene incredulously, only to feel chills all over their bodies, and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Although the head of that corpse was crooked, and the corpse was black, they still recognized it at a glance, it was Elder Yangquan!

Next to Elder Yangquan's corpse, his sword, which was also burned, twisted and deformed, and not far away, there were two blackened weapons scattered around.

A fire in the cave burned a half-step innate and two supreme realm high-level to death!

Ye Changsheng, how did he do it?

In the hot air, the two killers broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Ye Changsheng in horror.

Ye Changsheng looked blank, took out a jade bottle, picked out some powder with his fingernails, and bounced it on the corpse.

The faint blue flames enveloped Yang Quan's corpse in an instant, and when the ashes melted into the black soil, Elder Yang Quan's body also disappeared completely.

The tenth.

Ye Changsheng pulled his white hair, which was stained with blood, ashes, and dirt, revealing a terrifying face, and then turned sideways and looked at the two killers.

He suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth: "You came just in time, twelve, now all of them." ”

It's all here?!

Both killers took a step back at the same time.

Could it be that everyone else is dead, Xiao Xian, Jiang Xianfeng, Elder Yangquan, and the three half-step congenitals are also dead?

Twelve killers, just the two of them?!

The two killers looked at the ghostly Ye Changsheng, and behind Ye Changsheng, the monster lying on the ground with flames all over his body, he could no longer restrain the fear in his heart, and at the same time turned around and fled frantically towards the outside of the cave.

Ye Changsheng shouted hoarsely outside the cave: "Mountain Chief, it's hard work!"

The Purple Shadow Flying Serpent has returned, and the rescuers have arrived.

The rescuer that the Purple Shadow Flying Snake went to find was Lu Zixin, the mountain chief of Wenshan Academy.

The location of Zimu Mountain is too far away from Zixia Palace, and it is also a little far away from the Refiner General Guild, so I am afraid that it will be slower to ask for help.

Cifu Temple is not far away, but now that the national teacher of the Wulie Kingdom, King Tuo Afa, lives there, and the Vajra Mastiff is also there, Changsheng naturally does not worry about asking for help.

The last choice was Wenshan Academy, and the Purple Shadow Flying Snake had only followed him a few days ago, so he was more familiar with the route.

The Purple Shadow Flying Snake was fortunate not to be dishonored, although it was a little late, but finally brought in the rescuers.

Outside the cave, Lu Zixin was wearing a wide robe, which was covered with ink stains, even on his beard, and he was suspended in mid-air, a pair of socks, stained with dust.

Seeing the two killers escaping from the cave, a trace of coldness flashed in Lu Zixin's eyes, and he took out the Falling Star Pen from his bun and swiped it rapidly in the air.

When the pen stopped, Lu Zixin's old and upright voice echoed at the bottom of the mine.

Good peaks change everywhere, and the secluded path is alone.

The two killers stopped suddenly, raised their heads, and before they could see Lu Zixin's face clearly, they felt a flower in front of them, facing a tall mountain peak, crashing towards them.

Although they knew that the mountain peak was not real, neither the strength nor the momentum could be real, and once that mountain peak hit them, it was enough to crush them to pieces, crushing them to the point that there was no slag left!

The two of them quickly retreated, but they were shocked to find that behind them, there was another tall mountain, crushing them!

The two of them let out an angry roar at the same time, and their bodies flew upward, but they were desperate to find that a mountain peak appeared out of thin air high in the sky, and pressed down on them with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth!

The two men were sweating through their clothes and frantically fleeing in all directions, but wherever they fled, there was a mountain in front of them.

The space seemed to expand endlessly, and it was as if an illusory labyrinth had been derived, trapping the two of them.

The two high-level killers of the Supreme Realm, exhausted from running for their lives, were grazed by the speeding mountain peaks several times, their muscles and bones were broken, and the energy in their bodies was frantically drained outward.

At the mouth of the cave, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but look horrified as he watched the two killers play in circles there, colliding with each other, and then fighting with the invisible enemy.

Lu Zixin said indifferently: "It's just a freehand illusion, if they hadn't been frightened by you, they wouldn't have been trapped for such a long time." ”

Although he said it indifferently, Lu Zixin's eyebrows obviously showed a hint of pride, obviously very satisfied with the freehand pen in his hand, and his fingertips turned the pen briskly.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but suddenly exclaimed: "Good peaks change everywhere, the secluded path is alone, and the power of heaven and earth is drawn with poetry, which is even more powerful than painting the ground as a prison!"

Lu Zixin shook his head, glanced Ye Changsheng up and down, and couldn't help frowning: "Why are you so embarrassed, the injury is not light!"

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, under the strangulation of the twelve killers, it was a miracle that he could pick up a life, how could he care if the wolf was not embarrassed, and the injury was not serious.

Lu Zixin was also an old man, so he didn't ask much, but condescendingly, looked at the two killers in the phantom array labyrinth, and said in a deep voice: "Changsheng, what do you want to do with them?"

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "Kill it, if you die, it's a hundred." ”

What if you don't kill them, can you capture them alive, take their confessions, and go to confront the king of Beihai and seek justice from the king Zuo Yuanyi?

Can Zuo Yuanyi still kill his younger brother with his own hands and become infamous as a brother killer? Or is the Yunlong Principality plunged into a civil strife because of the break between the two brothers?

If things really develop to this point, what is the benefit to Ye Changsheng, and what is the benefit to the Ye family?

Therefore, the matter of the king of the North Sea strangling him cannot be made public, and it is not in the interests of any party to make it public.

As for justice, Ye Changsheng would naturally take it back by himself.

Zuo Yuen Long, must die!

Lu Zixin heard Ye Changsheng's answer and nodded with satisfaction.

On the way here, he had already met the subordinates of the King of the North Sea, and if it weren't for the Purple Shadow Flying Snake's call for help, he would probably have the same idea as others, and thought it was the King of the North Sea hunting in the suburbs.

Lu Zixin once again held the falling star pen, and slid rapidly in the air with freehand brushwork.

This time, Ye Changsheng saw clearly, or rather, perceived clearly.

The size of the bamboo is invisible, and the upper and lower prison rocks are flying.

When the pen stopped, the sound of poetry echoed far away.

Transparent bamboos appeared out of thin air, crisscrossing and penetrating the bodies of the two killers, and blood splashed out.

In the blink of an eye, the two killers were scarred and collapsed on the ground in two piles of minced flesh.

Rocks flew up near the mine, raindrops fell, and then rumbled over the ground, dragging the corpses and blood trails clean.

People in the world often say that literati are like knives, and literati can kill people with their lips, and Ye Changsheng has really seen it today.

Lu Zixin put the falling star pen in his bun, glanced at the cave intentionally or unintentionally, and said indifferently: "There are killers on the periphery, you clean up, and the old man will take you out personally." ”