The sneak attack was fruitless, and the rest of the people also appeared from the shadows, walking in an encirclement posture, blocking Wu Moxie's escape route. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

No one expected that Wu Moxie had no intention of escaping at all.

"Don't play dead. ”

Wu Moxie stood up, glanced lightly at the thin old man lying on the ground, and said in a tone that did not fluctuate.

"Hehe, don't you allow the old man to rest?" Shui Bai coughed dryly and sat up suddenly, this kind of clumsy acting skills of deceiving children were exposed, and he did not blush, but looked serious.

Wu Moxie looked around, his soul power was dissipated, and he immediately knew everything about the cultivation of the nineteen people present.

Except for Deacon Peng, who met in Danhui, who was the second layer of the Mixed Yuan Realm, eleven martial artists who had not cultivated, five Initial Realm Seven Layers, three Mixed Yuan Realm One Layer, and one Mixed Yuan Realm Fifth Layer.

It seems that although Deacon Peng is the leader of these twenty people, he is the only one who is respectful to the priest of the fifth layer of the Mixed Yuan Realm.

"Little guy, do you need this sect master to come out, as long as you want, this group of people can disappear in front of your eyes immediately. Shui Bai leaned over with an old face again.

Wu Moxie didn't say anything, but he clearly expressed his reply with actions, he walked not far from Deacon Peng and his party, and then stood still.

"Now you know how to beg for mercy?"

Deacon Peng thought that this white-robed boy was here to beg for mercy, and his face was happy.

This kid should have been frightened and lost even the courage to run, so he ran to beg for mercy, right?

Wu Moxie was stunned, his brows raised, and the mockery in his eyes was fleeting.

"Hand over the Blood Condensation Pill you got today, and that six-rank Horcrux, huh...... By the way, there is also that nepeta grass, pay for it all, forget it, it is better to hand over your soul ring as well......!

Deacon Peng's snobbish personality is on full display, and as a deacon in such a city, he knows how to squeeze a person to nothing.

"Phew!!"

Immediately, Deacon Peng couldn't laugh, because the flesh and blood on his mouth had been cut by a sickle.

The blood gushed out, and Deacon Peng covered his mouth in panic, and his face, which was originally passable, had now become extremely hideous.

The subordinates present were all stunned, and one by one they froze in place, and even their weapons quietly fell to the ground.

They all thought that this white-robed boy was here to beg for mercy, and they planned to tease them, but they didn't expect to encounter this situation, which caught these people off guard.

"Hmm...... Hmm!"

Deacon Peng's head was full of beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and his eyes were filled with horror and anger. He pointed at Wu Moxie hysterically, as if he wanted to kill him, but his mouth had been scratched, and even his tongue was split apart, and his mouth, which couldn't contain the wind, kept dripping blood, and could only make a whining sound.

"You are so bold?!" one person shouted, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at Wu Moxie.

"What's the matter? Aren't you here to kill me? Don't do it, wait for me to strike first?"

Wu Moxie smiled lightly, and the sickle in his hand disappeared, replaced by a wildly spinning Xuanshui bead.

Behind Deacon Peng, the face of the man in the emerald green robe on the fifth layer of the Mixed Yuan Realm changed, his figure suddenly retreated, and a look of fear appeared.

"It's true that this person is on the first level of the Mixed Yuan Realm, but why does the violent aura coming from the water droplets on his hand make me feel a palpitation!"

"Moreover, this water droplet must not be simple, just such a high-speed rotation makes the surrounding aura disordered. The man in the long shirt suddenly lit up and licked his lips.

"Ground-level soul method!"

It's a pity that that greed didn't stay in the eyes of the man in the long shirt for a moment, and with the attack of Wu Moxie's Xuanshui bead, greed immediately turned into horror.

The Xuanshui beads like broad beans cracked when touched, like a dragon roaring, and the ripples swept away, like a shocking flood, so that those warriors didn't even have time to react, so they vomited blood and flew away.

The turf cracked and flew up like a hurricane.

"This is?!"

A sudden explosion occurred in front of everyone, and the stout warriors were unable to breathe after falling to the ground.

Even the man in the long robe on the fifth layer of the Mixed Yuan Realm retreated in great embarrassment, looking at the white-robed young man standing not far away in disbelief.

He couldn't figure out how that a first-level soul priest in the Mixed Yuan Realm, even if he used the earth-level soul method, his power shouldn't be so shocking!

Could it be that he is hiding his cultivation, but why does it still look like he is still on the first floor of the Mixed Yuan Realm now?!

It is impossible for someone to be able to perfectly conceal their true cultivation when they are casting the soul method, who is this person sacred?!

The ragged Deacon Peng was also stunned at the moment, his bloody face full of astonishment and fear.

When they realized that they had provoked the wrong people, they wanted to run but it was too late, and a bright figure as white as snow pounced out, roaring, and chased towards the only dozen or so people left.

After the white mastiff has cultivated, the anger in his eyes is even more intense, and the strange pupils reveal a white color, like a white hurricane attacking, every person passing by, it is to bring a blood spurt, and the scream echoes.

A battle of more bullying and less, but it is shown with another one-sided ending, which has to be amazing.

Only Wu Moxie himself knows that his strength now is much higher than when he was in Tianlian Valley, and at that time he was still able to defeat Wang Yun again and again, and now he can only be slaughtered by himself for his cultivation under the Spirit Melting Realm.

None of the twenty-one people, including Deacon Peng, escaped, and all died on this uninhabited plain.

Wu Moxie walked back, and saw that Shui Bai had rekindled the fire, so he sat down, took out some water, washed away the blood stains on his robe, and cleaned it up before taking out the dry food and eating it.

Shui Bai threw in some hay and went in, and looked up to see Wu Moxie's face as if nothing had happened, as if it was not a human being who had just been killed, but twenty-one beasts.

Seeing this, Shui Bai couldn't help but shake his head.

"Little brother, you...... Are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's all their blood. Wu Moxie ate dry food and was accustomed to the smell of blood wafting from his body.

"I'm not asking if you have any injuries on you, it's here. With that, Shui Bai pointed to his heart.

"You killed twenty-one people, didn't you feel a little uneasy?" asked Shui Bai with a squint.

"Why should I be upset? I don't offend people if they don't offend me, and since they chose to kill me, then I have no choice but to kill them. Wu Moxie stopped chewing and said slowly.

"What your father told you?" asked Shui Bai.

"No, these are all realized by themselves, I have been like this in the mountains since I was a child, if a wild beast chooses to kill me, then even if I can't beat it, I have to wait for an opportunity to kill it, so as not to be threatened by it again. Wu Moxie frowned when he heard the sensitive words of father and mother, and his heart was unhappy, but he still said.

This is indeed the case, what Wu Moxie learned in the mountains was all personally understood, plus since he was a child, he has experienced too much of the cold state of the world, and the indifference and isolation in the family have made him apply the law of the jungle in the mountains to reality.

Unconsciously, Wu Moxie had already regarded himself as a lone wolf, and he was used to having blood on his hands.

"Human, not a beast. Shui Bai sighed and said meaningfully.

"But you also said that if I wanted, you could make them all disappear. Wu Moxie said.

"When I say disappear, I'm not killing them, my old man hates killing for no reason. ”

As if sensing that Shui Bai's words were pointed, Wu Moxie still didn't let go of his brows: "Then what do you think I should do? The purpose of these people is to ask for my head." ”

"Have you forgotten, these people from Thousand Waters City don't know you, with the strength of this elk's feet, you can get rid of them, but you chose to stay and get rid of the trouble, and killed all of them. ”

Wu Moxie was silent.

"The same human race, unless it is absolutely necessary, why kill each other......"

Shui Bai looked up at the sky, as if he remembered a long time ago, and even the paper-wrapped chicken in his arms fell to the ground.