Everyone really wanted to scold, wasn't that the secret treasure of the Fengshen Palace, and it needed an exclusive formula to be urged?

Why did Snow Thirteen get over and use it as soon as he fumbled around?

Everyone didn't dare to think about it, they all fled in all directions like desperately, there were so many of them, standing together in a dense group, if they were sacrificed out of a mountain, they would simply smash a quasi-child, and they couldn't run away if they didn't get any of them.

Thundered!

The sky darkened, and sure enough, a small mountain was sacrificed, which inexplicably appeared high in the sky and then descended at a terrifying speed.

Boom!

Eventually, it slammed down, and the giant peak shook, shattering countless rocks and scavenging the ground, making people's scalps tingle like a torrent and tsunami.

The disciples of the Gate Sect who chased and killed Snow Thirteen did not have the terrifying speed of Snow Thirteen, and they almost crawled to the ground before escaping from the affected range.

At this time, everyone couldn't help wiping a cold sweat, disgraced, indescribably embarrassed, and no longer dressed as the heir of the Gate Sect.

Xue Thirteen was lamenting that this mountain was not a little bigger, and it was almost enough to kill a few.

"Snow Thirteen, you!"

Someone stood up, looking angry.

"Hmm, do you have something to tell me?"

Xue Thirteen looked at this person with interest.

"I ......"

However, just as the man was about to say something, he immediately ran wildly, cursing in his heart.

Because, when he saw Xue Thirteen learning from Feng Wuji, he began to mutter.

"O great wind god, please obey my call of the invincible, astonishing ancient and modern, the most beautiful man in the starry sky, using my soul as a medium, to give you vast power, and to destroy this group of vile, shameless, low-class, ugly and lowly creatures in front of you. ”

This series of incantations made people speechless, praising himself as having nothing in the sky and not on the earth, but belittled others as bullshit, which was even better than that Feng Wuji.

At the same time, like the man, the people cursed in their hearts and ran wildly.

Even the eighth son in a cold bloody coat who was hiding in the shadows and didn't know what to do couldn't help but curse when he saw this, and then ran up without looking back.

Thundered!

A mountain rushed out, pursued everyone, and then smashed down at a very fast speed, the majesty was like a star falling.

The shadow of death loomed over everyone, and they felt the suffocating impact and their hearts tingled. At this time, almost everyone is regretting that they didn't have two more legs when they came out of their mother's womb.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, accompanied by a creepy scream.

Someone was unlucky and got hit.

The others were still shocked, but after hearing this scream, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief, they were still alive, and they couldn't help but be afraid.

When people looked over, they saw that at the edge of the mountain, a person was pressing, half of his body was broken, and his body was convulsing at this time, but he was already dead of anger.

It was only a matter of time before the man could escape.

"This ...... This is...... Zhou Yun, the successor of the Divine Fist Gate?"

Someone recognized the man's identity.

"Snow Thirteen, you...... Do you know that this is the descendant of the Divine Fist Sect, and the elders of their clan are very strong and protective, you ......"

Someone stood up and reprimanded.

"Oh, you have something to tell me, too?"

Xue Thirteen raised his eyebrows and looked at each other playfully.

After seeing his words and smile, everyone turned around and ran as if they had seen a ghost.

I have never seen such a fierce master, and if he disagrees, he sacrifices a mountain to smash people.

At the same time, they can't wait to tear the mouth of the person who spoke, damn it, is there something wrong with this thing, he now has an artifact in his hand, smashing a large piece, there is no fear, no one can do anything about him, you still dare to provoke this killing star, do you want to kill us?

However, this time, Xue Thirteen learned to be smart, and he didn't sacrifice the mountain for the time being, but flashed, chased after everyone, narrowed the distance, and then began to chant his maddening spell.

In fact, this spell was made up by him at all, and he didn't need any 'spells' to urge this artifact.

There is no doubt that at this time, Snow Thirteen is even more terrifying than the flood beast in the eyes of everyone, and he is simply a demon god from hell.

When people looked back and saw that he was actually catching up, they were so frightened that their souls were about to fly out, and their faces turned pale.

Including the eighth son of the bloody clothes, he also felt his scalp tingle, and after gritting his teeth, he cast some kind of secret method, and instantly opened the distance between him and Xue Thirteen.

Thundered!

Xue Thirteen felt that it was almost over, so he sacrificed a mountain, and instantly caught up with everyone and landed with a bang.

Yes......

Sure enough, the effect was obvious, and there were more than one scream this time, as many as three or four.

The smoke and dust were filled, and the embarrassed people felt like they were going to live for the rest of their lives.

They looked at each other, and there were four people missing.

"Xuan Ruyi of the Great Sword Palace, Jing Wu of Yunshan, Han Wuliang of Xuanzong, Zuo Hanxing of Jiyang Gate......"

Someone said that these four names were the identities of the people who died.

They were very angry, each of these people had a prominent status, a strong background, and was extremely noble, but they were smashed into a meatloaf by Xue Thirteen.

However, this time they learned to be obedient, and no one spoke, for fear that Snow Thirteen would sacrifice a mountain and smash it again.

"Snow Thirteen, you ......"

At this moment, the eighth son of the bloody cloth spoke, and almost everyone's faces changed greatly, this person wouldn't be so brainless, right?

They are ready to run wild at any time.

"Oh, you have something to tell me, too?"

Sure enough, it was exactly the same tone, the same expression, and the same smile, but in the eyes of these people, it was like a death call from hell, like a demon's face, like a devil's smile, Mrs...... It's terrible.

People are cold.

"Wait!"

The eighth son of the bloody cloth hurriedly spoke.

"Listen to the ......, great anemo god"

However, Xue 13 didn't listen at all, and directly began to recite the 'incantation'.

Seeing this, people have already reflexively turned around and fled frantically, and some even used secret methods.

"Damn~!"

Rao is the eighth son in bloody clothes, who has a cold temperament and has always rarely spoken, can't help but scold.

He didn't want to provoke Xue Thirteen like the two brainless wastes in front of him, he originally wanted to provoke him to fight alone with himself.

However, that guy was good, and he sacrificed the mountain directly, and he didn't let people speak.

The eighth son of the bloody cloth felt that he had never seen such an unreasonable person, it was too hateful.

So, he could only turn around and run, and he didn't run as fast as usual, otherwise he would have no place to cry if he was smashed into a meatloaf.

So, a wonderful scene appeared like this, Xue Thirteen held the strange purple gold bag in his hand, chasing frantically. And the group of people in front of them were all shouting, looking frightened, and their voices sounded extremely poignant, not like human voices.

Halfway through, he sacrificed a few mountains, but because everyone was using secret methods, he ran too fast, and only one or two were stoned to death.

In this way, he chased all the way and chased a long distance.

On the way, some of the people who saw it saw the group of people who swept by like wasps and the screams like killing pigs, and they all showed confused expressions.

What happened to this group of people?

The collective hurricane in broad daylight is still so miserable, there is a disease.

"Huh, isn't that the heir of the Vajra Gate, Jin Wusheng?"

"That's ...... Yang Wanli, the heir of the Cloud Palace?"

Someone recognized the identities of several of them and couldn't help but be dumbfounded......