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The mortal realm is very large, and the ocean is like a basin in the 6 places, and the big 6 is endless.

The Violet Mountains are endless, with dense forests, and fierce beasts are shuttling through the mountains and forests.

The sound of rustling grass made a rustling sound, and a simple figure walked in the dense forest with a bamboo basket on her back, and her fair-skinned hands plucked one or two exotic flowers and plants from time to time and put them into the bamboo basket behind her.

"The Huorou Flower has been collected, there are only three Moon Gut Grass left, and there are cherry sand roots, as long as you gather enough of these miraculous medicines, you can refine the Hexue Pill, and Daddy's illness can be cured." This beautiful shadow has a beautiful face, bright eyes and bright teeth, she walks, her dark eyes are patrolling around, and the crystal sweat on her forehead is about to drip without knowing it.

After walking through the dense forest for a while, except for the gentle breeze and the rustling of leaves and flowers, there was no noise around.

Suddenly, as if he heard a little sound in the distance, Pu **zi raised his head and looked into the distance.

A puff of black smoke rose and floated into the sky, Pu **zi was stunned, and his little face suddenly turned pale.

"This is the direction of the tribe!" Park **zi ran forward in a panic, tripped over a craggy rock on the ground halfway, and almost fell down the mountain.

"Daddy!" A terrible wail rang out through the dense forest.

Just below this peak, there is a small tribe that occupies several miles, living in isolation by the mountains and rivers...... However, at this moment, this small tribe of less than 5,000 people has ignited a fire, black smoke is billowing out, and weak humans are fleeing in terror everywhere.

But to their despair, a merciless wall of fire completely separated the tribe. The flames burned everything that approached, and all humans who crossed the wall of fire were ignited, and they let out a sharp wail in the burning. The pain twisted into a dried corpse.

Seeing this scene, the tribesmen began to retreat, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool, despair, fear, fear, could be captured on everyone's face, if there was purgatory in the world. They will be convinced, because they are in purgatory right now!

"Daddy! Patriarch! Brother He! "Park **zi is heartbreaking. The wall of fire is shrinking and squeezing towards the gathered tribesmen, houses, cattle and sheep. Reduced to ashes in an instant. In a few moments, this wall of fire will directly annihilate all the tribesmen and harvest their lives.

"Haha! Fear, despair, feed on your resentment, your anger, your grievances, your fears. Come and raise my flying sword! ”

A thin man in a blue robe floated in the sky, his voice hoarse and frantic. There was a happy killing intent in his eyes, and he held a blood-red long sword tightly in his hand, the sword was covered with blood, and painful and twisted heads emerged from the blood, they roared, roared, and contained endless resentment.

The more frightened and desperate the people of the tribe below, the more heart-wrenching the scream is, the more heads on the blood-red long sword, and the thin man let out a gloomy laugh, this resentful ghost flying sword has absorbed the grievances of nearly 100,000 people, as long as the people of the tribe below die, the resentful soul will become the best fodder, so that the power of the flying sword will break through the shackles and go to the next level!

The wall of fire is getting closer and closer, and Park **zi is crazy and runs down the mountain, crying bitterly.

The people of the tribe fell to their knees and begged for mercy at the blue figure in the sky.

"Immortals, don't kill us, we didn't make a mistake, please forgive us!"

"Spare our tribe, merciful immortals in the sky, please!"

This is just a group of ordinary mortals, the figure standing above the sky makes them tremble, this is the legendary immortals, only immortals can stand in the sky, but why, we obviously didn't make a big mistake, why did the immortals send down flames to punish us?

The thin man in the blue robe didn't care about the humans on the ground begging for mercy, killing these mortals was like pinching them to death in his eyes.

"Huh? One more? The blue-robed thin man suddenly appeared in the distance from the bottom of the mountain Pu **, he showed a grim smile, waved his palm, and an invisible force set up Pu **zi and threw it directly into the wall of fire.

"Hena!"

"Daddy!"

The people of the tribe in the wall of fire are reunited, but there is no joy in their eyes, only fear and despair.

Death is coming.

Suddenly-

A black-robed figure suddenly appeared, standing directly in front of the blue-robed thin man.

"Ah......" The thin man in the blue robe was taken aback, the black-robed figure was silent, and there was no warning at all, making his figure retreat again and again, "Who are you!" ”

The people of the tribe below who had been praying to the gods to spare them saw another immortal appear, and they couldn't help but weep bitterly and wail loudly, begging for mercy from the immortal who had just appeared.

But when he saw a white scroll in the hand of the black-robed figure, he shook it, glanced at the scroll, and then at the thin man in the blue robe, and nodded.

"It's you, that's right."

As soon as the words fell, the black-robed figure stretched out his big hand, and the blue-robed thin man couldn't even react, and was directly pinched by the big hand, and then only heard a soft sound of "pop", and the breath of life of the blue-robed thin man was completely extinguished.

The flames ignited, burning the flesh and blood in his hand that had been shattered into slag into ashes, and a Qingfeng sword appeared at the feet of the black-robed figure, directly turning into a blue light and rushing out.

"The wall of fire, the wall of fire is gone!"

"It's the god who saved us!"

"Immortals! Immortal! ”

As soon as the blue-robed thin man died, the wall of fire no longer had any energy to continue, and disappeared directly, and the people of the tribe who had come back from the dead cried with joy, knelt down in the direction where the black-robed figure left, and kept kowtowing.

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"This is the thirteenth, and the next one is...... The Ghost-Faced Sword King tortured and killed 30,000 mortals, including six people of great merit, and the resentment on his body has triggered the chain of cause and effect, and this kind of person will directly fall into the eighteenth layer of hell after death. ”

Wang Xu was holding a scroll in his hand, with a mask full of anger on it, and next to it were all kinds of crimes committed by this person, and Wang Xu frowned.

A sinful mission sent by Tsutenkaku. The reward is the most abundant, but only a few disciples are willing to take on the sinful task.

The evil task is against people, and the danger is the highest. And who can commit heinous sins, which one doesn't have some strength?

That's one point, and the most important thing is the distance.

The mortal realm is boundless, as big as the universe, and if you can't reveal a single bit of the outside world here, the space battleship will naturally not be able to take it out. But just by virtue of one's own degree, what year and month can the task be completed?

Although there is a teleportation array in the mortal realm. However, when people now appear in the town with cosmic warriors who look like demons and beasts, I am afraid that it will immediately cause panic, and even provoke the powerhouses of the mortal realm to take action.

In the Heavenly Saint Universe. All human beings.

According to Senior Brother Lu Shen, the Tongtian Holy Venerable came from the human race, and the creatures born in the Holy Universe were created by him, so they were naturally more biased towards human beings.

Therefore. The sinful task is thankless. As we all know, very few people are willing to take it.

But Wang Xu is different, he is a human race, and his degree has reached 160,000 miles, comparable to a person in the demigod chaotic realm, and there is no problem in hurrying.

As for the most heinous people who were killed, take the blue-robed thin man who had just been pinched to death by Wang Xuqing, he was only an initial white hole level. But in this little Zheng Guo, he is a big man in the "early Yuan Infant Period", and no one can subdue him at all. That's why he wantonly tortured and killed mortals and forged his own flying sword.

No matter how light it is to deal with people of this strength, Wang Xu has solved thirteen of them along the way.

"Next, Ghost-Faced Knife King." Wang Xu's figure was 160,000 miles in one step, so fast that he couldn't see it clearly with the naked eye, and walked towards the Zhiguo where the Ghost Faced Sword King was located.

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"Poof!" A skull flew up, and a column of blood gushed out.

"Next!"

A ragged man was pushed up, his neck resting on the blood-soaked Xingtai, Sen Han's knife flashed, and another head rolled down.

Holding the big knife in his hand was a burly, fluffy man, and the green tendons on his muscles were like dragons, and the sound was like thunder.

But on his face, he wore a ghost mask of King Yama.

Ghost-faced Knife King.

This is the name of a person in Zhiguo who everyone hears and changes color.

His means reach the sky, his strength can turn over the river and the sea, and he can destroy a town with a light yì, and the palace of Zhiguo was broken by him alone and completely fell.

The Ghost-Faced Blade King has a well-known fetish: killing.

Killing people seems to be his hobby, he has to slaughter hundreds of people every day, killing people in various ways, and when he sees the blood splattering, the Ghost Mask Knife King has a twisted pleasure.

And today, the Ghost Mask Knife King is holding a big knife in his hand, and the method of killing has changed from the previous torture to a crisp and neat one, according to his words, he is in a good mood today, and he wants to kill happily.

As a result, one by one, human beings with despair in their eyes were pushed to the guillotine and became the ghosts of his sword.

These humans were dressed in graceful robes, and the golden and noble carvings showed their teeth and claws on their clothes, but no matter how ornate their clothes, it was still difficult to hide the fear in their hearts.

Today, the Ghost-Faced Sword King killed is the royal family of Zhiguo!

"Father! No! You murderous devils, let go of my father...... Whining! A little boy about ten years old struggled desperately, tears flashed in his eyes, looking at the eyes of the Ghost-faced Sword King almost spewing flames, and as soon as he was halfway through his words, a plain hand covered it, desperately covering his mouth to prevent him from making a sound.

Beside him, a woman with a strong gaze and a beautiful face held down the little boy's body, tears glistening in her eyes.

She knew that today was the end of the Zhiguo Palace, and when the Ghost-Faced Knife King supported their Zhao family to ascend the throne and become his puppet, she had already expected that the Ghost-Faced Knife King would attack them sooner or later.

"Humph! Let you send me a thousand people a day, and dare to catch some disabled beggars to fill up the number, thinking that it is the royal family, I will not dare to kill you? Give me death! Under the mask of Hades, a cold snort rang out, and despair filled all the royal family below.

On the contrary, it was the emperor with his neck on the execution platform, with a look of relief in his eyes, a thousand people a day, watching those living humans die in various ways, as if there was a boulder in his heart, suffocating him, although he was the emperor, he did not have the slightest freedom, and he had to obey the ghost face sword king every order...... Such an emperor might as well be inappropriate.

The only people who hurt him were the people of the royal family who had assisted him in ascending to the throne. thought that they could share the glory and wealth, but they didn't expect to be pulled into the abyss of purgatory together...... There is also the eldest daughter and the youngest son. They will all be buried with him.

"Die!" The blood-soaked sword was raised, reflecting the cold light in the sun, and the people of the royal family closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the old emperor die tragically in front of them, but the eldest princess stared at her father with painful eyes, always unswerving. She wants to see her father off for the last time......

"Hammer!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound rippled out, not the sound of flesh as people imagined in their minds. It's more like the sound of metal hitting each other.

Everyone opened their eyes, and their faces showed a look of horror, only to see that under the big knife, there was a heavy palm. Firmly grasped the big knife in his hand.

The owner of the palm. It was a man in a black robe.

One hand grasped the broadsword, and the other hand of the black-robed man ignited a flame, burning the scroll to ashes.

"Look at the blood behind you, I can kill you without confirming the portrait."

"Who are you!"

The Ghost-Faced Sword King was startled by the sudden black-robed figure in front of him, and pulled the big knife in his hand, but directly tore the big knife from it.

His gaze suddenly turned cold, and he stared at Wang Xu: "Cultivator...... It's just that the primordial infant is complete, and he has not yet reached the transformation of the gods. Dare to be arrogant in front of me? ”

The thick momentum spread violently, and the mortal bodies below trembled. There is an urge to bow and worship.

Wang Xu felt this weak breath and smiled dumbly.

Although the Ghost Faced Knife King in front of him is a person from the Mixed Heaven Realm, it is different from the Mixed Heaven Realm in the outside world, there is no Mixed Heaven in the body, only the power of the law circulates in his body, strictly speaking, the Ghost Faced Knife King is not even a Mixed Heaven Realm, and the more invincible the White Hole level is to die.

"I'm still in a hurry, so I won't talk nonsense with you."

Wang Xu directly stretched out his big hand and grabbed it towards the Ghost Face Sword King.

The Ghost Faced Knife King was startled, this blow from the black-robed figure seemed ordinary, but it was a great threat to him, and immediately he didn't dare to hold it up again, his sleeves flickered, and a bronze mirror flew out and hung above his head, and the mirror reflected a misty cover, enveloping the Ghost Faced Knife King in it.

This is the magic weapon of the Ghost Mask Sword King, relying on this bronze mirror, the battle in the same level has never been defeated.

"Oh? Immortal Spirit Soldiers? The corners of Wang Xu's mouth lifted, his big hand castrated unabated, and the five fingers that swelled and grew larger pinched the entire Ghost Face Knife King, grabbing it in his hand like pinching an egg.

A big hand with a force.

Boom!

As if the crisp sound of glass shattering came out, the cover collapsed directly, and Wang Xu's big hand pinched the Ghost Face Knife King in his hand.

"Who are you!" The Ghost-faced Sword King was pinched in Wang Xu's hand, and he couldn't control his life and death, but his face was not a trace of panic, and his eyes were cold.

"You don't need to know." Wang Xu didn't want to say more, he was a person from the outside world, and the cosmic laws of the mortal world were staring at him all the time, and once the slightest information about the outside world was revealed, he would be wiped out.

Immediately, with a big hand, the blood was squeezed out of the body of the Ghost Mask Knife King, and the muscles and bones of the Ghost Mask Knife King were broken.

"Haha...... If you dare to kill me, wait, you will die a miserable, miserable death! The Ghost-Faced Sword King couldn't stop laughing, as if he didn't care about life or death, which made Wang Su frown.

Was he scaring me, or was he really holding back?

Wang Xu thought for a moment, and the strength in his hand weakened, but at the same time, a spiritual sense pierced into the mind of the Ghost-Faced Sword King.

"There are no orbs of consciousness?" Wang Xu was surprised, but he was relieved at the thought that the mortal world was different from the outside world.

The spiritual sense continued to deepen, and finally captured a subtle figure in the sea of spiritual consciousness of the Ghost Face Sword King.

"I see!" Wang Xu smiled, "It turns out that there is a spiritual clone elsewhere, no wonder it is so arrogant." ”

Wang Xu's mind moved, and his spiritual consciousness turned into a knife and spear, and he rushed straight at the figure, and a terrible wail came out of the sea of spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual clone left by the Ghost Face Sword King elsewhere was completely shattered.

"What?!" The face of the Ghost-Faced Sword King, who was aware of this, changed greatly, and he did not have the same chic and calm as before.

"Alright, let's die." Wang Xu smiled lightly, and the force in his hand suddenly squeezed away, and the Ghost Faced Knife King let out a desperate "no-", and then his body shattered, and the breath of life was completely annihilated.

The flames ignited, burning the residue in his hands to ashes, and Wang Xu clapped his hands, and with one step, his figure suddenly disappeared in front of the stunned royal family below.

"It's a god!"

"A true god!"

"Heaven heard our prayers and sent the gods down to save us!"

The people of the royal family of Zhiguo were grateful, prostrate on the ground and kowtowed, strong as the eldest princess was also full of tears, and bowed in the direction where the king had left. (To be continued!)