"Nonsense?"

Zhuang Wudao smiled silently, and glanced at Su Hanfang meaningfully: "Is it me talking nonsense, or is Fairy Su unwilling to answer?" Then let me ask you again, your senior sister Fu Bingyan, but she colluded with the Origin Demon Sect? was instructed by the Emperor Xuanye of the Origin Demon Sect to plot against me?"

Su Hanfang's body trembled slightly, and then turned her head, still with an obscure look in her eyes, and refused to answer. Fenglian Tianzun, who was not far away, was cold in his eyes, staring at Zhuang Wudao coldly, full of ridicule: "These words, do you want to overturn the case for your Ren?

"Whether you are to blame or not, you and I know in our hearts. ”

Zhuang Wudao didn't bother to argue with this woman, flicked his sleeves, and signaled to the immortal Daoist not far away. The immortal Daoist immediately smiled, and the black and gray mana emitted out, enveloping the hundreds of people in the field. Then with a snap of his fingers, those mana turned into death mist sword light, and suddenly the heads of a full three hundred people fell at the same time, and hundreds of blood springs rushed up at the same time.

Su Hanfang's pupils were dilated, and her eyes were about to split. At this time, in front of her, those people with severed heads were not yet dead, and they turned into candles. Black flames rushed out of his body, blazing, and the soul of the primordial god was trapped in his body, roaring and howling in pain.

Blood sacrifice, blood sacrifice again! But this time, this Shanhe actually treated these entire 300 people as 'magic candles', sacrificed to the Demon Lord of Ah Biping, and experienced the most cruel torture in the world!

In this intense pain, I struggled and wailed for a whole day to be freed, and after death, my soul was scattered, and I didn't even have a chance to transform into a demon worm if I was taken away by the demon lord!

"Ren Shanhe! You, you animal! You bastard! You bastard! You are vicious, the devil can't die well!"

Su Hanfang couldn't think of any scolding words for a while, so she could only instinctively curse and curse with the most vicious words in her memory.

And immediately after, Su Hanfang felt cold all over her body, and found that there were more than 300 people who had their heads cut off. The rest of the people were also under the blood sacrifice array, and they were also regarded as 'magic candles'.

Even the Maple Lotus Heavenly Venerable beside her was no exception!

"It's ridiculous, if I am at the mercy of you and obey your wishes, will I be able to have the day of my death?"

Zhuang Wudao's expression was indifferent, and he didn't care about Su Hanfang's curse at all, nor was he moved: "Let me ask you again, did your senior sister Fu Bingyan ever serve as Huang Xuanye's concubine? and how did she return to Xueyang Palace? It's best to be honest, this seat is not very patient." There are still more than 600 people left here, life and death, you Su Hanfang can make a decision. ”

Su Hanfang's body trembled slightly, and she didn't know whether she was angry or afraid, she raised her head with resentment in her eyes, and still looked at Zhuang Wudao with a blade. After a while, there was still no word.

Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but shake his head slightly, the immortal Dao people over there already understood, and with another snap of his fingers, another three hundred heads exploded at the same time.

When the blood fountain erupted, the whole body of these corpses also burned, gushing out black fire, turning into human-shaped 'fire candles'.

"Fairy Su still doesn't want to answer? In this way, in the eyes of Fairy Su, your senior sister Fu Bingyan and the reputation of Xueyang Palace are far more important than the lives of these Xueyang Palace disciples?"

Seeing that Su Hanfang was gritting her teeth, a trace of blood spilled from the corners of her lips, and her originally bright eyes had turned red, but she still didn't mean to answer, and Zhuang Wudao was not surprised,

The disciples of the Great Sect are basically like this. The reputation of the sect is more important than the life and death of individuals. Su Hanfang is a secret descendant of Xueyang Palace, and no matter how upright and innocent her temperament is, she can distinguish between the important and the important.

Let the mountains and rivers fall into the devil and collude with the Yuan Shi Demon Sect, if the Snow Yang Palace really admits it, then it will be a disaster immediately. What Nameless needs is a name, an excuse to make a move against Xueyang Palace.

So even if all the people here die in front of Su Hanfang's eyes, this woman will never speak. refused to admit it, but only these thousand people were killed and injured. But once it is beared, the loss of Xueyang Palace is by no means more than these thousand people.

However, his original purpose was not to force Su Hanfang to answer. All the words spoken are also with other intentions.

Sitting back and watching the tragic death of his fellow disciples, what he did, would he rather be worthy of it?

The effect seems to be very good, Zhuang Wudao at this time, he can even feel it, the violent turmoil in Su Hanfang's mind, the struggling love and unbearable resentment in his eyes are also clearly visible. Although it was only a momentary fluctuation, this woman was not good at hiding her feelings, and was accurately captured by Zhuang Wudao.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter if Fairy Su doesn't answer, the fairy just needs to know that there are more than a thousand monks here, three hundred people from the Xueyang Palace, and today you will die because of the fairy!"

The Immortal Daoist didn't wait for Zhuang Wudao to signal this time, he already smiled, and the death mist mana continued to permeate, cutting like a blade, breaking into the chest and abdomen of the last three hundred people. The internal organs of the large intestine are perfused out like water when they escape.

More than 1,000 people, divided into three batches, all died in different ways. But they all turned into magic candles, and the silent wail from the depths of everyone's primordial spirit made people creepy.

"You wicked beast!"

Fenglian Tianzun slammed a mouthful of blood foam and spit it out in the direction of Zhuang Wudao, but she lost all her mana, and the blood foam was only less than a zhang, and she was already powerless to fall.

"You demon beast, heaven and man are angry! My Xueyang Palace will definitely cut you with a thousand knives, so that you will die without a place to be buried! Han Fang doesn't need to care. I died here, it was determined by fate, and I died for my Xueyang Palace, although I did not regret it with a thousand cuts. This son has other plans, don't fall for his evil. ”

In the eyes of Yun Zhao next to him, there was a flash of unwillingness: "Ren Tianjun, the Blood Yang Palace has a lot of grudges with you, but I have no grievances with you, and it is a last resort to get involved in this matter." I don't want the Heavenly Monarch to surround my life, I just ask the Heavenly Monarch to be merciful and allow me to be reincarnated. I robbed the Xingfang vein of the Mountain Alliance, and I will definitely be able to remember the kindness of the Heavenly Monarch. ”

This is a soft and begging for mercy, but as long as it is a monk from the Robbery Mountain League, most of them can understand current affairs. It's better than dying and turning into a magic candle.

The reincarnation of Mahayana Tianzun, although it cannot be broken in the womb and maintain the memory of the previous life, can also bring some monk abilities and enhance the physique after reincarnation.

Zhuang Wudao ignored it all, Dian Xingfang was also involved in the draft of Renyuan, and this person was a child of a family, and he may not be as innocent as he said.

Even if he is really innocent, he has only one word for this kind of person who has nothing to do with him, but prefers to stick a bar sideways, and wears the same crotch as Xueyang Palace.

When you kill in the cultivation realm of this world, you don't dare to be an enemy with him, and when you kill all the sects and sects, you will be quiet!

With a strange smile on his face that was almost distorted, Zhuang Wudao raised Su Hanfang's chin: "Fenglian Tianzun is actually right, I really have other plans. However, all of these qiē started because of you and Fu Bingyan. Do you dare to say that the death of these people really has nothing to do with you? Can you really feel guiltless?"

Su Hanfang's eyes were only confused for a moment, and then they regained their coldness and solidity. This time, he turned his head, and the blood overflowing from the corners of his lips became more and more red and dazzling.

Zhuang Wudao suddenly laughed loudly, his voice was fierce and full of madness. The emotions that Ren Shanhe should have, the table is at least nine points, and it is full of grief and indignation.

"In the past ten years, I have often wondered if I have just died as you wished, or died of old age in the Demon Robbery Death Prison. Let Fairy Su and you Xueyang Palace feel at ease from now on, Fu Bingyan can get away with it, and Huang Xuanye's other demon seeds can also be completed from now on. But in the end, I was still unwilling—"

With a move of raising his hand, the Demon Heavenly God Tribulation Sword had already flown to Zhuang Wudao's side again. The hand caressed the dark red sword body, and the person looked up at the sky, sensing the few powerful divine thoughts that had descended a moment ago and were almost furious at this time. Zhuang Wudao's face gradually calmed down, but an inexplicable sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Now that this seat has been freed, it can no longer be waited. You Xueyang Palace and the Origin Demon Sect owe me, and this seat will eventually get it back one by one! Fairy, your true spirit is entrusted to the great day, and I can't kill you for the time being. However, Su Xianzi can remember that one day in the future, I will let you watch the mountains and rivers die, and all the people in the Xueyang Palace will die under this sword, and I want you Su Hanfang to regret it for life! Today, I will sacrifice the blood of you, and swear in my vast name, on the day of my lifetime, I will do everything I can to cut off your Xueyang Heavenly Pillar, dig up the Jiuyang Heavenly River, destroy your mountain gate, and eliminate your Taoism, so that your Xueyang Palace will never recover!"

Su Hanfang shuddered, and was about to say something, but Zhuang Wudao had already slashed with his sword, and swept off the heads of the monks of Fenglian Tianzun and Nayun Zhao!

At this time, within a radius of 1,000 zhang, the river of blood has been exhausted. The blood is smooth, and it is condensed on the ground, one is the word 'hate', and the other is the word 'kill'!

The handwriting is sharp and angular, and every stroke is like a sword, and the fierce spirit goes straight to the sky!

But it was the induction of heaven and man, and the sky was full of thunder! At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. When the slightest raindrop was sprinkled, it was as red as blood.