The wails of the battlefield continued, and Yechen did not stop killing because of the screams of fear from others.

Anyone who wants Yechen's life, Yechen will never have mercy, although they are so weak and pitiful in Yechen.

Under the slaughter of dead creatures, they are begging for mercy and wailing, like hell on earth, and they look very pitiful.

However, there must be something hateful about the poor people, if they were not blinded by greed, if they did not think about getting treasures after killing Yechen, if they did not think that there were so many people anyway, they could fish in troubled waters, how could they die?

If you want to kill, you must be prepared to be killed.

The killing and wailing continued, and Yechen didn't continue to pay attention to the weak people on the battlefield, and his body suddenly flew up, and then landed heavily in front of the bearded man.

"Turtle son, count you ruthless. The bearded man lying on the ground scolded when he saw Yechen appear, spitting blood from his mouth.

Yechen stepped forward and stepped on the bearded calf, and then there was a "crackling" sound, the calf was trampled into scum by Yechen, and the sweat on the bearded forehead came out drop by drop, but he gritted his teeth, looked at Yechen viciously, and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, don't bother, your grandfather and I are hard-boned, hahaha, you don't know, although I am your grandfather, I stole your mother, in fact, it is your own father, hahaha." ”

There was indifference in his eyes, the bearded man's words had already been on Yechen's must-kill list, Zhang Yun was Yechen's taboo, but the person in front of him didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Hahaha, dear son, call dad to listen, hahaha. The bearded man continued to laugh rudely, with a deep smug look on his pained expression.

"Hahaha, boy, don't you hate Lao Tzu very much, come on, torture Lao Tzu, if Lao Tzu snorts, you will raise him, hahaha, angry, hate, do you want Lao Tzu to beg for mercy? Lao Tzu will not beg for mercy from his son. The bearded man continued to smile cruelly, after he saw Yechen's ruthless methods, he felt that he was going to die anyway, it was better to be quick to speak, and in the end, even if he died, he would not let the other party have a good time.

Yechen's heart moved, Lan Wen lifted her beard, and immediately, her hands slapped all over the bearded man's body.

Eighteen Palms of Purgatory.

"Hahaha, come on, Lao Tzu frowned and was raised by you. The bearded man continued to laugh maniacally.

Immediately, the bearded man suddenly retracted his smile, and the huge pain in his body made his expression tense for an instant, and the severe pain made him have no strength to continue laughing.

Yechen sneered and said, "I want to see how long you can last!"

The bearded man looked at Yechen resentfully, and finally gritted his teeth and burst out of a sentence: "Boy, Lao Tzu persisted for two hours before giving birth to you." ”

Yechen sneered: "I hope you keep your mouth hard." ”

The bearded man clenched his fists and forcibly endured it, even if he died, he couldn't beg for mercy, and he couldn't coax in front of the kid in front of him.

The bearded man forcibly prevented himself from screaming, his body writhed on the ground like a snake nailed to his head, the green tendons on his forehead burst out one by one, and then the green tendons on his body began to burst out like earthworms all over his body, the bones began to be misaligned in the body, the meridians began to close, and the extreme pain began to stimulate the bearded man's whole body wildly.

The bearded man looked at Yechen resentfully, trembling all over, and rolling around with his hands tightly covering his mouth, preventing himself from wailing and being heard by the other party.

The pain became more and more intense, and finally, the bearded man's perseverance could not bear the pain in his body, and let out a violent wail: "Ah!"

No one can not wail under the pain of the Eighteen Palms of Purgatory, at least Yechen, who has seen many hard-boned people, has never seen such a person.

"Ahh You unfilial son raised by a son of a bitch, Lao Tzu regrets giving birth to you. The bearded man wailed bitterly, still cursing angrily.

Yechen looked at it calmly, the fierce pain of the beard, for Yechen, it was a great satisfaction, and anyone who dared to insult Zhang Yun had to bear the greatest pain to repay it.

"Bang!" a blood vessel burst open, blood began to flow backwards, and the bearded man felt a sharp pain in every cell of his body, and this pain caused him to not even be unconscious.

"Ahh The bearded man thought that his bones were very hard, but under the criminal law of the eighteen palms of purgatory, he finally couldn't help but beg for mercy.

Yechen looked at it with a sneer, and when he looked at the bearded man, his face was full of disdain.

"Please, please. The bearded man kept begging for mercy, and he finally understood that in this world, death was not terrible, but what was terrible was the criminal law that caused extreme pain to the human body, but unfortunately, he understood now that it was too late, and he had to pay for his previous actions.

"Ye Gongzi, Ye Uncle, please, give me a good time, ah, ah, ah, ah, what do you have to ask, just ask, I will tell you. The bearded man's screams grew more and more miserable.

Yechen continued to look at him with a cold face, as if admiring a beautiful work of art, watching him roll around, watching him become bloody with his own blood, and then watching him slowly stop wailing, his body twitching on the ground, his breathing getting weaker and weaker, and then slowly watching him bleed to death.

Yechen did have some doubts in his heart, such as whether they were instructed by others, how they touched their front, and how they found themselves.

But Yechen would rather watch the bearded man die in despair than give him a glimmer of hope, and not want to stop the criminal law to give him a little respite.

The killing on the battlefield has also come to an end, and the dead creatures have chased far away, but there are still too many people on the other side, thousands of people fled in all directions, and it is impossible for the dead creatures of Yechen to kill everyone, and in the end, they still ran more than halfway.

Immediately, the group began to quickly collect the loot, in order to hurry, just roughly searched the corpse, and it took only twenty minutes for most of the loot to be collected.

This time there was a lot of wealth harvested, but for everyone, nothing good was found, Yechen gave the little fat man and Chang Baihui 500,000 gold coupons each, and then put the remaining tens of millions worth of sundries into the storage ring.

These people are all killing people in the night, and even the little fat man has no opinion.

Then, Yechen and the others set out on the road to the underground magma sea.

Three hours after Yechen entered the underground passage, a flying cloud treasure ship slowly descended from the sky, a red boot stepped on the blood-covered rock, and a voice whispered, "It's still a step too late, let that kid run." ”

(End of chapter)