The ghost king's expression was cold and silent, and he stood on the cliff at the top of the Xichuan Grand Canyon with his hands in his hands, overlooking the bloody canyon, and the killing intent in his eyes continued for a long time.

Riding the fierce wind, the close-fitting purple robe fluttered in the wind, perfectly outlining the slender figure of the ghost king.

The previous killing did not leave traces of blood on her body, and she was still so cold and arrogant.

Dressed in purple clothes, gray-brown eyes, crazy spinning, due to the special attributes of the ghost vein, and turning red purple under the infection of killing, she added a touch of charm to her coldness.

"The Canglan faction and the Evil Alliance, this king swears that one day he will uproot you to pay tribute to the dead souls of the Ghost King Palace. ”

The ghost king's heart was murderous, her handsome and delicate face was extremely cold, she slowly closed her eyes, trying to suppress the anger in her heart, but she still couldn't calm down.

The previous killing was constantly presented in the ghost king's mind, and one by one familiar faces fell in a pool of blood and died tragically in front of her.

The ugly faces of the monks of the Canglan Sect and the Evil Alliance, and the elite disciples of the Ghost King's Palace, made the anger in the Ghost King's heart roar.

The Ghost King suddenly thought about his eyes, and the substantial killing intent made people feel cold, and said coldly: "The disciples of the sect listen to the order, quickly clean up the battlefield, gather all the surviving monks, and carry their heads tomorrow, attack the Canglan Sect, and avenge your dead sisters!"

The cold, murderous language, although not loud enough, clearly spread throughout the entire Xichuan Gorge. Everyone couldn't help but tremble, only to feel that the temperature around them had dropped by dozens of degrees.

The ghost king rarely gets angry, and every anger requires the watering of thousands of blood. Her anger can only be quelled by killing, and this time is no exception.

"Yes!"

The female ghosts of the Ghost King Palace, all of them are as beautiful as flowers, but at this time, their eyes are full of hatred, and they are covered in blood, which is poignant and terrifying.

They held bronze spears and began to clean up the battlefield, and the ghost king only killed some monks who had the ability to resist, or resisted strongly for a while, and their hands were stained with blood, and most of them were incapacitated, and the ghost king did not bother to make a move.

"Demon, she's a demon!"

Listening to the tone of the ghost king, it is obvious that it is only temporarily saving their lives, and they will still be killed before tomorrow, and they will also rush to the Canglan faction with hatred.

All the surviving monks, when they heard the murderous words of the ghost king, turned pale and struggled desperately, wanting to continue to escape.

It's crazy, it's crazy, everyone in the Ghost King Hall is simply a bunch of crazy people, and they want to rush to the Canglan faction.

At this moment, all the Canglan monks were shocked by the ghost king's arrogance and killing intent, and their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

The Ghost King is indeed powerful, but his Canglan Sect is not a vegetarian, and the foundation of the Ghost King Palace is very weak, and it is absolutely wishful thinking to destroy the Canglan Sect on his own.

"The elders of the Canglan faction will definitely break her body into thousands of pieces and avenge us. No matter how strong she is, she can't resist the thousand-year-old heritage of the Canglan Sect!"

The surviving monks all looked embarrassed, struggling with bruises all over their bodies, although they had ten thousand times more confidence in the Canglan Sect on their mouths, their hearts were swaying from side to side, and the powerful visual impact of the Ghost King before replayed in their minds again, breaking through their psychological defenses little by little.

"Can the Canglan faction, which has a thousand-year-old heritage, withstand the impact of this madman?"

"Definitely going to be able to kill ...... At least it shouldn't be left behind...... Maybe be able to resist ......"

Recalling the Ghost King's unstoppable and furious posture, everyone's confidence began to waver. When it comes to the ghost king's attack on the Canglan faction, he also changed from the previous active self-confidence consciousness to threaten to kill the ghost king, but transformed into a passive defense, stubbornly resisting the impact of the ghost king.

From this subtle change, it can be seen that the Ghost King's strong and ruthless methods, as well as the unfathomable terrifying cultivation, have been deeply imprinted on their souls, making them feel boundless fear and tremble from their souls.

"Hmph, I really want to slash them with a sword and avenge the dead sister!"

Seeing that some of the survivors wanted to escape, the spear in the hand of the female ghost guard reversed and suddenly broke her legs.

The Ghost King said that he would not kill them, but he did not say that he could not abuse them, so as long as he stayed there, it was not considered to have disobeyed the Ghost King's orders.

"Ahh

His legs were knocked off, blood was dripping from the knees, and the young man of the Canglan faction screamed hoarsely in pain, and he knew that even if he could live, he would be useless.

From the high-ranking and feared elite, to the waste of both legs and can only sit in a wheelchair, not to mention galloping the rivers and lakes, even the inheritance of the family has become a big problem, and the huge gap in it has made the young people almost mentally collapsed.

"I'm still young, I still have a lot of youth, my legs have been abolished, what capital is there to compete, I'm unwilling, I'm really unwilling, damn, stinky ****, I'm going to kill you!"

The young man bared his teeth and roared angrily, his white teeth and blood flowed, his embarrassed expression mixed with madness, and his eyes looking at the ghost maiden guard were also full of resentment.

If he was given a chance, he felt that he would not hesitate to tear the other party to pieces. He swore that if he had the chance, he would pinch the ribs of the ghost maiden guards one by one, so that the other party would not die well.

It's a pity that he became a prisoner of the stairs, let alone revenge, and he didn't even have a chance to commit suicide.

"Waste is waste, if it weren't for the order of the Ghost King, cut off your heads today and use that filthy blood to appease the wrath of the undead!"

Seeing that the young man suddenly reversed his body and gnawed at his thigh, the female ghost guard's expression remained unchanged, but the coldness in her eyes was extremely strong, and her footsteps shook slightly and she suddenly raised her legs.

Rumble!

The female ghost's flexibility is very good, and she reverses her body while driving her thighs, and in an incredible trajectory, she draws a full moon rainbow in the air and stomps heavily on the young man's chest.

Click, click!

The crisp sound of bone cracking, accompanied by a creepy and miserable scream, resounded through the sky. The young man's expression was hideous, and he was constantly rolling in pain in the mountains, and the blood in his chest was gushing wildly, and in the blink of an eye, his white robe was stained.

The ghost king, who was standing on the top of the peak, was also attracted by this miserable howl, she looked sideways slightly, and found that the young man's chest was sunken downward, and the ribs that supported and protected his heart were trampled to pieces by the female ghost guard.

In this regard, the ghost king frowned slightly but did not stop it, obviously acquiescing to the ruthless approach of the guards. There is no way, the women of the Ghost King Hall have just experienced a vicious battle, and their hearts are burning with anger and need to vent, and the Ghost King has no reason to stop them.

The female ghost guards were very efficient, and their temper was also very short-tempered, and they cleared the battlefield faster, and all the surviving monks were gathered in the canyon, and according to the acquiescence of the ghost king, their dantian spiritual power was imprisoned, and all of them were crippled.

"Humph!"

The delicate and quiet female ghost was also enraged by the death of her companion, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she reached out and crushed the bones of the stubbornly resisting monks, and discarded them in the middle of the canyon like a dead dog.

The ruthless methods of the female ghost guards also aroused the residual anger of many captives, and their emotions began to boil.

"Damn, this is how your Ghost King Hall abuses the captives, it's just too inhuman!"

"Be arrogant, sooner or later there will be retribution!"

"A group of stinky ****, don't fall into the hands of Lao Tzu, otherwise ......"

............ (To be continued.) )