"Oh, don't!"

"Mother, the child will never see you again"

"Boss, save me!"

The square was filled with all kinds of sounds, and people were constantly being swallowed up by the space, and their souls were scattered! Those who did not reach a hundred imprints would not only have to endure the devouring of space, but also be wiped out by other forces. For those who have not reached 100 imprints, this assessment is a double erasure.

Led by the leaders of various forces, the number of imprints has reached one hundred, and those who are not disturbed by space devouring are constantly hunting and killing those who are not affected by space devouring and disturbing by other forces. Hunt them down and take their sigils, and help those who don't have enough sigils for their own power to replenish a hundred sigils. This is the only way for each leader to reduce their followers and sacrifice less. For those who die because they are swallowed up by space, their mark disappears with them, and the only way to hunt them down and take their mark before they die. This is the only way to help those of their power reduce mortality.

Therefore, the whole square is filled with the smell of death. The leaders of each force led their subordinates to wander among other forces, closing the door and hunting those who were devoured by space, it was easy to hunt those people, and those people, whose souls were almost devoured by space, had lost most of their combat power. It's easy to kill.

The only people in the Qingtian family are Qingtiankui, and he and his two sisters are struggling to support him. Qingtiankui, who was struggling on the verge of death, looked at Yetian City in the distance. With the help of Dream Hibiscus, Night Sky City has already made up enough imprints, and it is no longer swallowed by space. Night Sky City stood there and watched the situation. The members of the Temple of Spells next to him were unharmed. Qing Tiankui sighed in his heart: If you can do it all over again......

The people of Night Sky City were no longer swallowed by the space, and the people of other forces did not come to fight for their imprint. The group of Night Sky City watched indifferently like this, and the forces in the square killed each other. This amounts to a slaughter in disguise. The number of people in the square dropped sharply to about three hundred, and only Qingtiankui and his two sisters were left in the Qingtian family. The people of the other six groups of forces, each group of forces only had a few dozen people left. The worst were the people of Tiangu City, and there were only forty of his followers left. Li Naga has the most followers, with sixty-five remaining. In every faction, there are people who have not yet completed a hundred marks, and they pray that their companions will hurry up and seize the marks to save them......

The members of the Temple of Curses looked at the slaughter in the square and felt how lucky they were. And the one who brought them luck and saved them from slaughter was Night Sky City! This assessment showed them how important their choice is. If they didn't choose Night Sky City, then they would all be devoured by space and die!

After this bell rang, the people of various forces increased the speed of hunting. Quickly wander among other forces, quickly hunt down those who have been devoured by space, and then quickly return to their own forces, leaving a hundred marks on themselves, and the excess marks are assigned to those who have not reached a hundred marks and are about to reach them. Then he quickly left, hunted quickly, and quickly returned to rescue his companions......

"This is the cruelty of the mainland, the responsibility of a leader, and the fate of his followers!" said the battle of death indifferently as he looked at everything in the square.

Night Sky City was thoughtful, and the battle of death continued, "This is more of a force, a manifestation of whether an organization is strong or not!"

"A reflection of whether a force or an organization is strong or not!" Night Sky City said along.

"Brother Cheng, you see, that traitor and his sister are about to run out of support," said a member of the Curse God Temple, pointing to where Qing Tiankui was. Everyone looked over, and Qing Tiankui and his sister, while being swallowed by space, were hunted by three people.

The powerful spatial devouring has made the three of them breathless, and the hunt of the three of them is tantamount to adding insult to injury, and the three of them are struggling to support it. While resisting the hunters and the devouring of space, Qingtian Kui looked at Yetian City and looked at Yetian City. Night Sky City's heart moved slightly.

"You deserve it, let you rebel against Brother Cheng and betray the Curse Temple!" Yu Hui scolded bitterly.

"Damn, kill, kill Qing Tiankui and his sister!" Jingmen Xiong said, waving his fist. His actions wished he were the hunter.

"You deserve it!"

"Damn a spineless man!"

"Seeing that he is about to be killed, I don't know why, I'm so happy!"

The members of the Temple of Curses cursed one after another. The battle of death looked at Jingmen Xiong and said, "Han Xiong, if you see a traitor, you will be killed, don't you shout a slogan to celebrate?"

Jingmen Xiong was stunned for a while, and then said happily, "Come, brothers, shout with me!"

The people of the Temple of Curse God shouted in unison: "Swear to follow Brother Cheng to the death! Swear to be loyal to the Temple of Curse God! Long live the Temple of Curse God!"

"Swear to follow Brother Cheng to the death! Swear to be loyal to the Temple of the Curse God! Long live the Temple of the Curse God!"

"Swear to follow Brother Cheng to the death! Swear to be loyal to the Temple of the Curse God! Long live the Temple of the Curse God!"

The oath resounded throughout the square! For a moment, the people in the square stopped to look at the people of Night Sky City and the Temple of the Curse God. I saw that the group of people in Night Sky City were unscathed, and there were many of them. The people of the other forces wished that they were members of the Temple of the Curse. The people who hunted Qingtian Kui were also stunned for a moment, looking at them in Night Sky City, and then continued to hunt the three of them.

Qing Tiankui heard a familiar voice, and his heart rippled.

Night Sky City looked at the embarrassed Qing Tiankui, and his heart moved for a moment, hesitating.

"Every strong man on the continent has his own rules, and every strong man is a cold-blooded person, and if you want to be a strong man, you must learn to make your own rules! Learn to be a cold-blooded person. Death said.

Night Sky City's heart skipped a beat. Yes, the battle to the death is right. You have to learn to make rules and learn to be cold-blooded. He has already given Qing Tiankui a chance, but he insisted on quitting the Spell God Temple, since he quit the Spell God Temple, then his life and death will have nothing to do with him. In a sense, he has betrayed himself, and there is no need for him to save someone who betrayed him.

Dream Fleur watched the battle of death. It doesn't say much, but it works.

"He has betrayed you, you don't need to save him, if you save him, you will set a precedent, break the rules of the Temple of Curses, and affect people's hearts. Jin Jia said.

In Yangtian Square, crying is everywhere, and every time a person dies in the viewing stone, a heart-rending howl will sound in the square...... All kinds of cries mingled together, like a funeral.

The patriarch of the Qingtian family, Qingtiankui's father, Qingtianhe looked at the viewing stone on the high platform, his hands clenched, and his face twitched.

Qing Tiankui's two sisters have been seized by the hunters and killed!

The three hunters surrounded Qing Tiankui, who gave up resistance, dropped his long sword, and looked at Yetian City in pain.

One of the hunters said, "Don't look, betrayal, who will save you? If it were me, I wouldn't have saved you, and if I hadn't hunted you, it would have been very good." Boy, go die, don't be a traitor in the next life. ”

A long sword slashed through Qing Tiankui's throat, and Qing Tiankui slowly fell.

"Kui'er!" Towards the heavenly square, Qingtian Kui's father spit out a mouthful of blood and slowly fell. Unable to bear the pain of losing his son, he fainted.

Because of the loss of his son, it was not only Qingtiankui's father who fainted because of the blow......... He was just one of a few hundred.

space square. After a bell rang, the space swallowed away, and the slaughter between the various forces gradually stopped, as if time had stopped.

Those who survived were covered in blood. Everyone is bloody. Some people are still bleeding from their clothes. It was the blood of the men they hunted on themselves.

So far, this assessment has been a double slaughter for those who have not reached a hundred realms: those who have reached a hundred realms of imprints of various forces have hunted them, and the space devouring has hunted them.

This massacre, in addition to the devouring of space, seems to be a primitive massacre, but it is also an unfair and fair massacre. Every force, the person who is not swallowed by space, constantly hunts other forces with his palm and sword, and the number of marks does not reach a hundred, and the person who is devoured by space.

There was no battle between powerful exercises in this massacre. Among the various forces, those who have reached a hundred realms will not fight together, they will avoid those people, and specialize in hunting those who have been devoured by space and sucked up their souls. In this way, they will be able to quickly capture the sigils, rescue their companions, and help them replenish a hundred sigils, so that they will not be hunted by other forces or swallowed up by space and die.

After the double massacre, only a few dozen people survived each force. Among those who survived, some looked up to the sky and cried bitterly, some laughed wildly, some fell to the ground and fell asleep uncontrollably, and some committed suicide with knives drawn............

The leaders of the various forces were expressionless and had empty eyes, watching the enchanted survivors of the square.........

Ladies and gentlemen, please collect, ask for flowers, thank you!