The movement of their fall is very strange and terrifying, neither throwing forward, nor falling backwards, but as if squatting on the spot, falling straight down, most of them are clumped into a ball on the ground, and some people simply become the shape of a cone like mud, the scene is extremely weird and terrifying, so that those demons who are watching the excitement from a distance scream and withdraw more than a foot together, making a lot of space here. Jin Jia turned his head a little helplessly to look at the side, and a group of killers were quietly replaced by a group of people who were sitting, similar to killers, but not killers, in the short chaotic time when the demons were screaming and retreating in panic.

There were eight people sitting beside him, each of them wearing the dark robes of the most formal senior members of the Black Qi Building, each of them was like the most orthodox killer, there was no cold aura at all, only a cold and chaotic force field surrounded each of them. These people, like Du Chuanchang, all have unfathomable smiles on their faces.

"Brother Xi Xinlin, please use that white stone to untie the little brother, the little brother is quite tempting to do this, but the little brother also feels embarrassed. While Du Chuanchang leisurely spit out these words, Yinchen could feel that the dark dangerous aura he had just sensed suddenly exploded, and then withered at a faster speed. And with Du Chuanchang's words, a young man with a pale face who was as stiff as a zombie walked out of a shadow, came to the side of the White Dragon List with an expressionless face, and cut his wrists and bleed.

The crystal clear white marble stele was stained with a little cherry red blood, and the ice blue fluctuations spread out again, rushing towards Du Chuanchang, and colliding with Han Bing on his body suddenly, the two shattered together, and the cold blue smoke of Huawei spread and disappeared. The guy named Xi Xinlin, who looked like a killer, suddenly leaned down and poured a pack of black and blue prescriptions on the head of Wen Leijun, who had been paralyzed into a mess of mud, and after a while, Wen Leijun bounced up with a scream, and the bones on his body made a terrible clicking sound, as if they were being reinstalled, and quickly returned to their places, forming a normal human skeleton. The clicking sound only continued, less than half a breath, but it was already so painful that Wen Leijun and the first Buddha were born, and the second Buddha ascended to heaven.

"I don't know how Chief Manager Wen knows, I, Du Chuanchang, made a move this time, so that it must be ten flavors and soft muscles?" After Du Chuanchang's discerning disciple moved a chair, Shi Shiran sat down, and at the same time took out a paper fan and unfolded it to fan. The sky is pitiful, it is the middle of winter at this time, the outside is already icy and snowy, even if there is a fire in the hall, it may not be how warm it is, but he still has to fan the cool breeze, as if in the middle of summer, this style, although there is a suspicion of pretentiousness, but at this time it looks very domineering, flying and aggressive.

Wen Leijun's head was a bright reflection, obviously a layer of cold sweat had been hung, he looked at the so-called Xi Xinlin who was standing upright like a zombie around him with some difficulty, and said in a deep voice: "Lamp Buluo?!"

"Hmm. He was answered by the zombie-stiff and pale youth.

"Du Chuanchang, do you know what a big crime it is to associate with these people casually?!" The blood vessels on Wen Leijun's face were almost all bulging, and the green muscles and earthworms were wriggling on his face.

"Answer my seat's question. Du Chuanchang's voice suddenly turned cold, and a dark red mass of no heat at all appeared in the hand of Xi Xinlin, who was beside Wen Leijun.

The mass was not fire at all, but resembled dark energy, cold, tyrannical with a strong corrosive sourness, and although the dark red patch was surrounded by red flames that shook like flames, it was still difficult for anyone who saw it to believe that it was a fire.

That dark energy really frightened Wen Leijun, and he took a small step back a little awkwardly, but he was unwilling to stay away from the warm and white white marble stele. His eyes glanced at the red blood stain on the stone tablet every second, hoping that the red blood would subside. At that time, he can use his essence blood to control the White Dragon List again.

However, it is obvious that the believers of the lampburo have been cultivating blood art for a long time, and the dark energy contained in the essence blood is very comparable. The blood spilled by Xi Xinlin, whether in terms of color or texture, was like paint, falling on the stone tablet as white as jade, and it was impossible to be absorbed by the stone tablet for a long time, always leaving a dazzling red horizontal bar. Feeling the dark and heavy aura around him oppressing closer, Wen Leijun had no choice but to answer Du Chuanchang honestly.

"Indeed, I heard from people that the sect leader has the virtue of a good life, and he has the grace of not killing, even in the duel ring, he must use soft tendons to force the opponent to admit defeat, and never use any immoral life poison. ”

He said these words in a dry tone, apparently not much of his own. When Du Chuanchang heard this, he smiled generously, and then the muscles on his face squeezed into a very hideous and terrifying expression: "It's a pity, it's a pity, Manager Wen arranged the manpower today, selected a child with a clean background, and spent a lot of effort to insert it into the poisonous dragon sect of this seat, it is difficult to defeat the means of this backhand a dose of holy medicine! Now dumbfounded, right? The Bone Poison Cloud is the world's first-class poison, except for this seat, only the silver-haired boy will know how to crack it, and the others will ask for more blessings!"

As soon as the words "Bone Poison Cloud" came out, even the faces of several people who belonged to Dengbulo changed greatly, and the Demon Dao Gate of the onlookers from a distance even wailed. "Oh my God! Turning bones into poisonous clouds! If you can tame this, how can other people compete in martial arts! Just give him the title of the number one master in the world!" I don't know which disciple of the Demon Dao sect was poignant and bitter, complaining to the extreme, expressing the hearts of most people in the Tongshen Pavilion.

"This seat is not so self-conscious, and dares to call himself the world's number one young master. Du Chuanchang's voice suddenly became extremely cold, and this tone was particularly incongruous compared to his usual rampant emphasis, and even the magician had a layer of shallow goosebumps.

Du Chuanchang opened his mouth again and again, but he didn't say what he wanted to say after all, he just slapped the paper fan in his hand fiercely, and continued to say to Wen Leijun, whose face was pale: "Don't think that you Indra gave this seat eye medicine, this seat can swallow your anger, although this seat started by selling poisons, but it is not only known how to boil medicine!" Today, thanks to the rescue of Brother Xi Xinlin, the resentment of the coming day, the great poisonous dragon saint God of the coming day will drop the retribution, today since the emperor has appointed you, Wen Leijun, to supervise the White Dragon List, then work hard for this seat! Don't get a group of killers who don't do anything and can only make trouble, they are scurrying around in front of this seat, it's annoying to watch!"

"However, the competition location of the world's number one killer list on the White Dragon List is still in this Tongshen Pavilion! This is the emperor's appointment, this official, no, the little ones don't dare to make assertions!" Wen Leijun's tone of saying this was full of real helplessness, which was happier and more cordial than the tone he had just spoken. He told the truth, and there was a thick silence in the room. The way to compete for the number one killer list in the world on the White Dragon List, whether it is a killer or those boxers who hate killers, is very clear, that is, to see who can kill a certain prestigious boxer, the more famous the master, the more he can bring glory and status to the killer if he is killed, and there is no point in killing each other, because they are all poor people who do not have any fighting spirit, and they do not have any survivability and defense ability at all.

Putting a group of killers in this place is not only to increase the gold content of the world's number one young master, make the competition more cruel, but also to give these killers a chance to practice, and even simply use this opportunity to consume these "useless people". At this moment, all the Demon Dao Boxers clearly felt as if they were being locked in the Gu cultivation jar, fighting each other, fighting each other, and the strongest one left in the end became the one chosen by the imperial court.

At this time, how many Demon Dao Boxers are very nostalgic for the Gangfeng era, and they all miss the era when the heavenly list was still there. Although the competition for the masters of the Heavenly List in that era was also fierce, it would never be as suffocating as the competition for the White Dragon List now.

Many pairs of eyes, at this time, stared at the stone tablet carved from white marble for a moment, stared at the gray-blue soul mist that slowly rose on the stone tablet, the throats of many demon masters moved, and their feet moved, but in the end they did not make any obvious moves, among the full boxers, I don't know how many people moved to leave, how many people suddenly woke up, all this is a conspiracy to make a wedding dress for the imperial court, but looking at the white dragon list that is equivalent to a holy weapon, looking at the white marble stele that symbolizes the fortune of the country, feeling the fluctuation of the surging battle soul power like a vast sea, and in the end, no one dares to provoke the majesty of the holy weapon。

With the holy weapon in hand, all the major events in the world are under control, even if this holy weapon is not a national ancestor, or a divine gift of monarchy, it is still regarded as a great road companion and orthodoxy in the world. No matter how treacherous Ying Tianfu is at this time, no matter how the palace here has become the laughing stock of the world, this stone tablet standing here has already made it impossible for the people of the world to resist. Whether it is the indoctrination of thousands of years, or the constraints of the energy of the heavens, in short, the people of the world have already formed a consensus, that is, you must not fight against the owner of the holy weapon, unless you also have a holy weapon in your hand.

The White Dragon List, which represents the orthodoxy of the world, officially replaced the long-outdated Tianbang in this silent silence, and became the standard of justice in the hearts of all those who use the power of ice in the whole world, regardless of whether this standard really represents justice, and regardless of who manipulates this standard, at least this standard is now erected, so that the people of the world can see and touch it, so that all the people in the world who pursue power have a hope, and all the people in the world who look down on him are about to face the judgment issued by the power of holy weapons. The reason why the holy weapon is accompanied by the avenue is because the ice power it induces, regardless of any distance, mainly inconsistent with its internal operating rules, will be attacked, it is like a life selector, those who meet the conditions survive, and those who do not meet the conditions will receive a never-ending ice bombardment until they are crushed into slag.

Wen Leijun had just invoked the energy in the stele that was not in case of emergency, and he almost trapped the magician and the Poison Dragon Sect Master together, it was hard to imagine that the people who owned this stele, such as Zhao Jiyue, such as Nano Future, urged this stele with all their might, and the impact caused by it, even if it was not as big as the Crying Buddha, I am afraid it would not be far away.

"Your Majesty?" the magician's question rang out alone, and the silence that was getting more and more gloomy broke: "Is it the emperor or the saint?"

Wen Leijun's face changed, and a pair of very cloudy pupils flashed with a complicated dark treachery, she seemed to be a little emotional, and replied in a deep and heavy tone: "It should have been arranged by the emperor here - at least this is what the official knows." ”

In the solemn silence, suddenly wearing the smell of many questions, the various practices of the young Yue Huang became more and more unpredictable. The boxers in the hall couldn't figure out how Emperor Yue gained the courage and action to do so, you must know that all the guards around him, even all the eunuchs, were people from the Emperor of Jianzhou.

"That's it, that's really interesting, it's so interesting!" Du Chuanchang's poison-colored eyes flashed with three-color poisonous light, and she stared at Wen Leijun's face with a smile, only to find that Wen Leijun used his eyes to signal him to look in another direction. The young sect leader of the Poison Dragon Sect quickly glanced over there, his pupils shrinking sharply.

There is a shadow that can't be seen at all, in that shadow, there is a dark and cold murderous aura curled up, that murderous aura is completely different from the breath of any Ouchi master, it does not belong to Indra, Lampburo, any of the forces in the Iron Palm Gang, that murderous aura seems to be imitating the murderous aura of others, or to be precise, it is imitating the murderous aura of the killer, but the source of that murderous aura is absolutely impossible to be a killer, because the aura is too huge, it is the murderous aura emitted by a supreme master when he occasionally relaxes his muscles, like a dragon's abyss。

In the battle of dynasties, the assassins were like a hidden dragon fighting under the quagmire, silently gathering earthquake-like energy.

After Du Chuanchang felt that murderous aura, he flinched a little, and his originally arrogant expression became solemn, he squeezed out a little bit of Sanlu milk powder-like smirk, and arched his hand at Wen Leijun: "Since General Manager Wen has an important mission, then he won't bother in Xia, originally, he wanted to catch a few killers as medicine slaves——"