"Ahh

Cang Yu was proud, he didn't expect that Ye Gucheng would be able to attack himself from such a long distance, and the speed was so fast that he couldn't catch up with the naked eye. As a result, one of Cangyu's eyes was pierced by the purple magic light emitted by the Phantom Pupil.

Yes, hole-piercing!

It enters from the left eyeball and comes directly from the back of the head.

The eyeballs became a hollow, and in the crack at the back of the head, red, white and white brains flew out, looking very terrifying.

With just a scream, Cang Yu was silent, one of his faces still maintained a terrified expression, his mouth was half open, and the other intact eyeball was almost protruding from his socket. And the purple light that penetrated his left eye and the back of his head was obviously a netherworld attribute, and "Zizi" had to enter his brain and flesh, that is, two seconds of effort, and dyed one of his faces into a terrifying purple black, as if he had been poisoned by some kind of poison.

There was silence.

The sound of a needle hanging on the ground can be heard.

The sound of gasping for air came and went, and even the timid female disciple fainted directly in fright.

Most of these trialists have never been on the Netherworld Battlefield, and they have not fought against the real masters of the Nether Clan, even if some of them have participated in the Winter Hunting Party and fought against the One-Horn Phantom Demon Clan and the Two-Horned Phantom Demon Clan in the Nether Demon Hunting Area, but those are the lowest and most unpopular minions of the Nether Demon Clan.

It was only Mo Jingshu, who was once framed by Mo Xie and went on a four-star mission to exterminate the soul eater beast of the ghost demon clan. In order to kill the Soul Eater Beast, Mo Jingshu almost died tragically, and lay on the hospital bed to recuperate for more than a month before recuperating. But at this moment, Mo Jingshu looked at the demonized Ye Gucheng, and a deep fear rose in her heart, she actually felt that the demonized Ye Gucheng was much more terrifying than the soul devouring beast of the ghost demon clan.

"Bastard."

Ye Gucheng's thin black and purple lips moved slightly, and the boy's unique hoarse voice sounded so terrifying at the moment.

That voice is not human beings, but comes from the eighteenth level of hell below.

"Huh."

A chuckle was enough to make the scalps of everyone present tingle and cold sweat, "Aren't you trying to kill me?" Let's go together. ”

The dark purple demon pupils, emitting a cold light, faintly swept over the dozen or so trialists behind Cang Yu. More venomous than a viper, darker than darkness.

The dozen or so trialists who echoed Cangyu were not masters themselves. A real master, where would he care about what the little prince said. These dozen or so trialists are basically the cultivation of a first- and second-order mad warrior, and there is only one third-order mad warrior.

"No......," someone cried.

"No, we didn't want to kill you, Senior Brother Ye." There are people who are greedy for life and afraid of death who are eager to explain, "No, Uncle Ye, you are not a junior brother, you are an uncle." The little one has eyes and no beads......"

The voice did not fall.

A dark purple figure flashed like lightning, and he stepped out of the kilometer in one step, and it turned out to be a figure that shrunk into inches.

Ye Luo was also shocked.

The body method of shrinking the ground into inches can only be the Si Yutian Hui, who is a fourth-order mad martial artist. Si Yutian is Ye Gucheng's master, could it be that he passed on this superb body method to Gucheng?

That's not right, before entering the Shura Dao, the Lonely City was only at the peak of a first-order mad warrior.