The night is still in the distance, and at the moment it is running with all its might, quickly walking between the big trees, stepping lightly from time to time, flipping through one obstacle after another. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info81ww┡w.81zw.Sometimes in order to save time, even if he encounters a cliff that is difficult to cross, he is directly jumping hard, relying on his flying ability to fly over.

However, despite this, due to too many obstacles, although the straight-line distance is only 80 kilometers, the total number of detours in it is more than 100.

Although he has tried to avoid detours, there are some limitations.

While running desperately, he jumped over a boulder again, and the night was also anxious.

"If only I could fly for a long time."

Although he was helpless, there was no way, and time did not allow him to think too much.

Click! ~Click! ~

Accompanied by a sound like glass breaking, cracks appeared in the protective light curtain.

It's not that it can't be supported, but Joan did it on purpose.

Under the light curtain, looking at the people who were once familiar, they were rushing towards him with their teeth and claws. Joan's heart burned with a fire that almost burned his mind.

It was a flame of wrath that seemed to burn heaven and earth to the ground.

Clenched his fist, the flames covering it also changed, not only burning more fiercely, but also spreading to yellow in color, which at first glance looked like golden flames.

He let the cracks on the light curtain grow more and more, and he didn't continue to support it with mana.

His expression was no longer distorted, but almost calm, and under this calm was a mania that almost destroyed the world.

At this time, it has been detached from a manifestation of anger, seemingly calm, but endless anger.

"You guys, not only kill people, but also play with people's souls."

Qiao whispered quietly, but the light curtain was already full of cracks, and it could no longer be supported.

"You guys, damn it."

Click! ~

With the sound of glass breaking, the light curtain still couldn't support it and collapsed. The ghost slaves who almost covered a small area of the sky pounced one by one with teeth and claws, and they no longer had their own will, only the most primitive destruction**.

The flames on the fist burned more pure, more ferocious, as if they had become golden.

"Let me send you all to hell!"

Joan's eyes seemed to be flickering with flames, and the anger seemed to be irrepressible.

Rumble!

The flames spread, and it turned out to be a punch, bringing a flame impact about one meter in diameter.

Flames are inherently inherently inhibitive, especially for fooling around.

These irascible ghost slaves, under the golden flames, once touched, transformed into a little essence light, turned into essence and dissipated between heaven and earth. After a few hundred years, he may be reborn and reincarnated in the underworld.

A single punch destroyed hundreds of ghost slaves, and Joan's heart was tingling.

In that punch, among the destroyed ghost slaves, there was Uncle Li who loved him like a son.

Although his eyes were firm, his heart was full of tears.

"Uncle Li, I'm sorry, everyone, I'm sorry...

"I don't want to do that, but I can't help it."

Rumble!

Another punch wiped out hundreds of ghost slaves.

"I'm sorry."

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and dissipated in the wind.

Rumble!

Looking at the figure who released golden flames like a god of war, several people's hearts were shocked. It's not that I didn't know that he was strong, but I didn't expect it to be so strong.

Hundred ghost flags, although called hundred ghost flags, but not necessarily only hundreds of ghosts, and not necessarily hundreds.

The so-called Hyakki-hat--Banner means all the oni-flags below 1,000. They are all ordinary junior brothers, and there are only a few dozen ghost flags in their hands. But even so, the number of people added up to hundreds. There are so many ghost slaves, even they feel terrifying when they look at them.

However, such a terrifying number of ghost slaves were all easily solved by this young man's urgent moves? What the hell is this flame!

The flames were burning, making the ghost slave in the sky a little spirit.

The number of spirits is so vast that it is conspicuous under the sky.

Because it's the purest thing, it's all very clear and beautiful.

One by one, the light is like a beautiful firefly.

The leaping body fell from the sky, and behind him was the burning ghost slave dissipating, and the dense spirit appeared and dissipated.

His head drooped and his eye sockets were pitch black, indicating his anger at the moment.

"You guys, I'm here to send you to hell."

Looking up, Joan's eyes burned with fire, as if to set people's souls on fire.

Several people were already speechless in astonishment, and they were all powerless to resist in the face of this young man who was shining with a golden flame fist. ‘

They're actually very weak, and they're almost a waste without Hyakkiba. Since I don't usually exercise, I can't even run fast.

Joan's degree is much worse than that of the Night, but it is not slow. The footsteps moved lightly, and the strange footwork was moved, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years appeared beside several people.

Then, under their horrified gaze, they were burned to ashes.

Yes!!!

The flame ignited, but did not dissipate, but attached to the bodies of several people and continued to burn, burning more and more.

It's like using their bodies as fuel.

It hurts, it hurts to the heart, it hurts to the bone marrow.

They screamed uncontrollably, lying on the ground and rolling, constantly scratching their bodies, scratching their faces and flesh.

However, even this does not alleviate their suffering.

The golden flame ignites not only their bodies, but also their souls.

He wants them to be killed and tortured by people all the time.

They died a terrible death, they died without even scum, and they died extremely painfully. But no, even then, no one will sympathize with them, because they are just as murderous.

Hundred ghost flags, one ghost counts as one, there are hundreds of these people, you can imagine how heavy their killing is.

It can be said that in the entire Dark Witch Sect, there is no one who kills more people than them.

Their deaths are innocent.

Those who inflict distress on others will also receive calamity;

He who inflicts pain on others will also receive suffering.

Time had been passing for a while, and footsteps could be heard in the distance, as if many people had already rushed over.

The fists were clenched, the golden flames burned, and the same flames burned in the eyes.

His face was very calm, and his heart was already burning.

In the face of many enemies, he had no fear, only anger. There was only one wrath that seemed to burn through the heavens and the earth.

"You have brought me disaster and pain, and today, I will pay it all back!"

Raise your head, the battle is raging.

"How many of you are going to die today, I want you to suffer the greatest pain in this world, in order to pay tribute to the souls of my whole village!"

(To be continued.) )