However, this time, Luo Qingyin would no longer be distracted by his words.

Five fingers clasped around his neck, and the drift ice invaded from the sky, instantly freezing his place below his neck into a popsicle.

In the ecstasy of the rest of his life after he was shocked but unexpectedly found that he was not dead, Luo Qingyin threw him in the direction of Zi Yunchen: "Soul search!" ”

The Martial King's body flew up uncontrollably and smashed heavily on the Wuhou who was about to attack Zi Yunchen.

The body of that martial artist was also instantly entangled in the ice, and the two rolled on the ground like popsicles.

Zi Yunchen's five fingers closed, and the fragments of the broken mace flew up like fallen leaves, and with a flick of his sleeve, all those fragments pierced into the mouth of the Martial King who was fighting him.

The poison on the mace, see the blood to seal the throat.

Zi Yunchen didn't look at the man again, and raised his foot to kick the frozen Wuhou away.

Bang!

When Wuhou landed, he had already turned into a corpse.

Ziyun Chenjun's face was ruthless, and he volleyed Luo Qingyin to throw the Martial King up, clasped his eyebrows with his palm, and searched for souls.

The essence of the divine consciousness like a sharp blade came between the five fingers that caught the center of the eyebrows, and the Martial King's pupils dilated in horror.

I thought I had escaped.

It turned out that it was not escaped, but more terrible torture.

The divine consciousness was like thousands of steel needles inserted into the divine consciousness, destroying his consciousness and divine soul like a typhoon passing through.

Uncontrollable tremors all over the body.

At that moment, he actually had a thought: It is better to live like this than to die......

As soon as the thought came to mind, Zi Yunchen fulfilled him!

Boom!

The body that lost its vitality fell to the ground after Zi Yunchen let go of his hand.

When he landed, countless demonic qi escaped from his body, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from this vast world, which was even more terrifying than the scattering of his soul.

All the people in black who witnessed this scene had numb scalps.

Even Zhan Yuemei, who was scratching her face heartbreakingly, felt like someone had her throat grabbed, and she couldn't make a sound anymore.

Those two martial kings are the leaders of the Ten Thousand Soul Palace, especially the one holding the Nine Turns Soul Banner, over the years, I don't know how many strong people have died under the Nine Turns Soul Banner.

Can be ...... today

Where the hell did they come from?

Zhan Yuemei completely regretted it.

The moment the Warrior King fell to the ground, she flew like a frightened bird towards the darkness in the distance.

Disfigurement is disfigurement, and the most important thing is to save your life!

Zhan Yuemei showed the fastest speed in his life...... However, as soon as she escaped from the courtyard, she saw a silver-haired and scarlet-eyed child holding a pen about the same height as his, stepping on the void and walking towards her step by step.

Stepping on the void, this is something that can only be done in the realm of the Martial Emperor!

The child's face is soft and cute, giving people a feeling of love, and the crimson eyes are moist and clear, like two glowing rubies in the dark.

If it had been before, she would have liked this child very much.

But now, it was as if she was watching death come at her.

Zhan Yuemei gritted her teeth, slammed a bottle of venom out of her sleeve, and then flew away in a different direction.

The snow ginseng doll raised her pen and swept it, and before the wave of venom could disperse, it was swept back...... All splashed on Zhan Yuemei's body!

Zhan Yuemei escaped some distance, and suddenly felt that raindrops were falling from the sky.

She tilted her face in confusion, and the corrosive poisonous water fell on her face.

"How so?"

She turned around in shock, only to see his puffed up little pink face and spit out two words: "Retarded." ”

Mao Dun Literature