In the palace, Jun Yi stood up.

The dust that lingers around the body is like the dust from the eternal years, hovering incessantly.

When he took a step, it was like a beast of desolation sinking, and there was a muffled sound in the palace, which shook and dispersed the dust accumulated on it, making the inside gradually reveal its original appearance.

Su Ningxiang was stunned for a moment, but she felt something in her heart, and she couldn't help but be awe-struck.

Just as she was about to follow, she saw a bit of dazzling brilliance faintly emerging from the corner of her eye, which was completely different from the dead silence in the palace.

Su Ningxiang subconsciously looked sideways, only to see that under the strong agitation that Jun Yi was not familiar with, there was a dusty, baby's fist-sized bead on the high platform of the palace, revealing its true face.

It was a bead with a red and round body, overflowing with the aura of the Holy Order.

When she looked closely, there was a flickering light in the crystal clear beads, as if a swimming dragon was trapped inside, constantly swimming in the small world.

This red brilliance is all due to the abnormality in the inside, not the color of the bead itself.

Su Ningxiang looked at it carefully, and faintly smelled a special fragrance, which made her comfortable pores open all over her body, and she unconsciously entered a state of relaxation, as if she was about to sink into it.

She subconsciously reached out and grabbed the beads.

"Boom!"

But at this moment, a terrible roar outside the palace surged and stirred, and she woke up.

Su Ningxiang looked back, grabbed the beads and was about to leave.

"Hum..."

Suddenly, the red bead trembled suddenly, but it didn't move at all.

At the same time, the beads seemed to be connected with Su Ningxiang's hand, and they couldn't be thrown away.

The crimson brilliance flowing inside also quietly overflowed, like a red rope, wrapped around her wrist, and then gradually extended upward, tightly bound.

Su Ningxiang's eyes were frightened, and she wanted to struggle but couldn't move.

She looked at Jun Yi's back from afar, and wanted to shout for help, but she felt as if her throat was blocked, and she could only open her mouth without making the slightest sound.

Gradually, Su Ningxiang's whole person was shrouded in the red mang, sitting on the high platform of the palace, and there were strange lines below under the reflection of the red mang, slowly emerging and spreading around.

There are even many who follow behind Jun Yi, making the entire palace ground completed by red mangs.

But Jun Yi didn't notice anything wrong at all, and just walked away on his own.

Because outside the palace, there is a strong coercion approaching.

In front of the palace gate.

The four daughters of Woe Cangsheng and Jiang Yu, as well as Bai Zhengfan and others, all stood with solemn expressions, their respective breaths climbed to the extreme, and they drew their swords and looked at the depths of the dead wood forest.

The aura of the hundreds of Martial Emperor powerhouses gathered together, as if condensed into a giant standing in the sky, overlooking the distance.

But even so, it was still far from the looming power in the dead woods.

The people did not dare to retreat, and they could not retreat, so they could only go one way to the dark.

But when I thought of the strength of the person who came, I couldn't contain some fear in my heart, and I swallowed saliva in my throat, so that even the arm holding the weapon trembled slightly.

"Boom!"

At this time, the strong force stirred, as if the grinding mill had crushed the heavens and the earth, and the dead wood below was crushed and crushed, revealing a wide road full of debris, and a figure stepped on it calmly.

The man was dressed in a black robe, his long hair danced wildly, and his cold and lonely face seemed to be covered with ten thousand years of ice.

At the same time, there were several figures on his side, all of them were the existence of the realm of the Martial Empress Period, and the powerful power on his body was like a bloodthirsty beast in the mountains, killing awe-inspiring.

Xing Mo stepped out as soon as he stepped out, and he was already standing in front of him.

Except for the resolute-minded Woe Cangsheng and Jiang Yu and the four daughters, the rest of Bai Zhengfan and the others all subconsciously exclaimed, and hurriedly took a few steps back in fear.

But Xing Mo ignored Wu Cangsheng, Bai Zhengfan and the others, and looked directly at Yu Chi Minhong, who was hanging from the tree below, as well as the rotten flesh and stumps that covered the ground, and there was still a little blood on the soil that had not completely dried up, showing a large dark brown color, exuding a fishy smell.

However, the tragic situation did not make Xing Mo's gaze fluctuate in any way, as if it was not his own subordinates who died in front of him, but some ants who did not even have the qualifications to enter the eye.

It's just that when he saw the white skeleton standing with a big bone in his hand, his eyes finally flashed with a little wave.

Several martial artists behind Xing Mo looked at the skeleton and looked stunned, and then they also guessed something, and their expressions suddenly changed, some were angry, some were shocked, and so on.

But the punishment was not an ordinary person, and his eyes only wavered slightly, and then he regained his composure, and turned his eyes to look at Wu Cangsheng and Bai Zhengfan and others.

Inexplicably, a terrifying killing machine poured out from Xing Mo's body, and the mighty ferocity was stirred, as if condensed into a bloody hideous figure, looking down.

"It is worthy of being a man who does evil, and he is indeed very bold. ”

A smile appeared on Xing Mo's face, and he said softly: "You killed them and crushed their distress-seeking jade slips, the purpose is to lure the general king here, right?"

"So, I'm here, what do you want to do?"

"Boom!"

There was a shock in the body of the torture desert, and a terrible coercion poured in, and the warriors on the left and right sides were also angry, urging the killing machine to the extreme, enveloping everyone.

The cold smile on Xing Mo's face was even stronger, and the words that came out of his mouth were also extremely cold: "Or rather, I will also send you on your way, presumably when you kill them at that time, you should be very happy, right?" 520

Everyone was frightened, and the courage that had surged out was all lost in the face of the coercion of the torture desert, not to mention resistance, but even the sword in his hand was a little unstable.

It wasn't until they faced the criminal desert that they knew that they had overestimated themselves and underestimated the king.

Xing Mo ignored everyone's expressions, and then raised his hand slightly, pointed to the skeleton not far away, and said lightly: "But I still have a question to know the answer, who is among you, kill him?"

In these words, it is clear that there is a strong murderous intention, but in the ears of everyone, the eyes are inexplicably bright, and some hope is born in the heart, as if everything is revived in spring, with a strong hope.

At this moment, it seems that the king's punishment has become less terrifying.

With such a face, Xing Mo's eyes were stunned, but the murderous intent and face in his heart also became a little distorted, and the irrepressible anger erupted even more.

He is the king of generals, and he is a powerful party on the Wu Continent.

Who gave them the courage to these lowly ants instead of surrendering to themselves and begging?

Thinking of this, the killing intent that overflowed from Xing Mo's body became more and more cold, making the smile on his face gradually dissipate, and he said indifferently: "As long as you tell me who he is, I will spare your life, how about it?"

"Not good!"

At this moment, a warm voice cut off the thoughts of several warriors who wanted to speak, and also attracted the attention of Xing Mo and Wo Cangsheng and others, and slowly came out of the door of the palace.

With that, there was a steady sound of footsteps.

The four daughters of Woe Cangsheng and Jiang Yu, as well as Bai Zhengfan and others, all lit up, and their hearts couldn't help but relax.

But the martial artists who were accompanied by Xing Mo and his left and right were more and more cold, and there was even a cruel gaze in his eyes, and there was an astonishing killing intent flowing out.

The figure walked out of the shadows, and a pure white robe came into view, and it was Jun Yi who had been in retreat for more than ten days.

Compared with him before the retreat, the aura on Jun Yi's body at this time is more mysterious.

The pressure on the hearts of Bai Zhengfan and the others was shrouded in the torture desert, and it was all dissipated in the moment before Jun Yi stepped on, and they all felt relaxed physically and mentally, and they also felt joy and shock for Jun Yi's improvement.

"Is that you?"

Xing Mo's gaze froze, and he fell condescendingly on Jun Yi's body.

For this kid who took his punch in Guiyi City, Xing Mo was deeply impressed in his heart, but what was even more profound was a strong sense of crisis and a boiling murderous intention.

"What?

Jun Yi hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled warmly, not caring at all about Shen Wei under the pressure of the torture desert, as if he couldn't put pressure on him at all, his expression was free, and the view made people feel like a spring breeze.

As he spoke, Jun Yi also pointed to the skeleton of Pei Jiang, who was standing with a big bone in his hand, as if he was a child pleasing to be rewarded, and said boastfully: "This is my work, how is it?

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the warriors on the left and right of the torture desert changed suddenly, and the ferociousness on their bodies rolled up, and they couldn't help but shoot.

But he was stopped by Xing Mo who raised his hand slightly.

Although Xing Mo didn't believe that Pei Jiang died in the hands of Jun Yi, if he really had this strength, the subordinates on his side would only send him to death, and there was no need at all.

From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with the murderous intention in his heart at that time.

This kind of uncertain factor, this kind of Tianjiao who is not used for himself, is really the way to end up only by being killed by him.

"Jiang Remnant's death is really my sin. ”

Xing Mo took a deep breath, slowly moving his gaze away from the skeleton, looking at Jun Yi below and sighing faintly: "I really shouldn't have let you go that day." ”

"Heh, the Torture King's words are a bit ambiguous, right?"

When Jun Yi heard this, he couldn't help but sneer, looked at Xing Mo meaningfully and said, "Did you let me go that day, or did you not allow any troubles to occur at all in your calculations?"

"Boom!"

As soon as these words came out, Xing Mo's complexion changed suddenly, and the calm breath in his body was all stirred up at this moment, and the majestic ferocity was like a flood that broke the embankment, roaring and rushing.

He pressed Jun Yi with strong coercion, and his words were cold: "It seems that you know a lot. ”

"So, I guessed right?"

Seeing this, Jun Yi was not afraid, and the smile on his face was even worse.

Xing Mo's face stiffened slightly, but he did not restrain the killing intent in his body, and even a strange snake spear spear appeared, which was calmly grasped by him in his hand, and looked at Jun Yi and said indifferently: "You gave me another reason to have to kill you." ”

"But don't worry, these people will bury you with you, and none of them will be able to escape. ”

Xing Mo didn't know what Jun Yi knew, and he wasn't sure how much he knew, but he knew that any possible mistakes and accidents should be erased, naturally including the people behind him.

After all, only a dead person will not chew his tongue indiscriminately, so that he can feel at ease and prevent future troubles.

Jun Yi's clothes were stirred up by the strong power of the torture desert, but the smile on his face became more and more intense, and there was no spiritual power in his body, he just quietly looked at the approaching torture desert, and said with a smile in his mouth: "King Torture, it seems that you can't kill me." ”

Hearing this, Xing Mo's eyes were cold, and he didn't talk nonsense anymore, and directly rolled up the snake spear spear, and was about to stab Jun Yi in the chest.

But at this moment, a fierce murderous machine poured in, crushing the dead wood and woods.

"Old dog, don't you exist for me?!"