Even if there are many people shouting and shouting behind the scenes, the dry bone ancestor still has the demeanor, and he has lived beautifully until now.

In the face of such an old and cunning person, he will not face the god realm, only lower than his realm, I don't know if it is a coincidence or intentional, Wu Qingyang happened to challenge him in the Yuan infant stage, plus he was the apprentice of the Dragon Butterfly Demon King, so he didn't run.

The Dry Bone Ancestor wanted to humiliate Wu Qingyang in front of everyone, beat his name out again, and make it hot again.

Coming to the middle of the crowd, everyone consciously left a lot of space for them, and the Dry Bone Ancestor looked at the young man Wu Qingyang, who was alone holding a knife, sneered, and said: "Now beg for mercy, promise to be my slave, and have a chance to live, otherwise, hum!"

Before the words fell, the black bead necklace on the neck of the dry bone ancestor scattered and separated, attacking towards Wu Qingyang, turning into a black wind, blinking an eye, surrounding him, up and down, left and right, there were black beads in front of him.

This is to seal his figure, once the war starts, he will be controlled by others, and his strength will be greatly reduced.

It's really shameful to do it before you see the battle, but Wu Qingyang didn't move, hanging down and holding the knife, with a trace of pity and loneliness in his eyes, as if there was no moon and a dark sky, covered in dust, no one liked it, and there was no light.

This feeling of no one in his eyes made the Dry Bone Ancestor extremely annoyed, he was so powerful that he turned into a god, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, and he had already sentenced Wu Qingyang to death in his heart.

"Okay! Since you have this awareness, then don't die and beg for mercy!" said the Dry Bone Ancestor fiercely.

Raising his hands and preparing to cast a spell, he didn't choose to go all out, coming up is a big move, but to tease Wu Qingyang well, he looked down on him at all, and he only came here to see the face of the Dragon Butterfly Demon King.

At this moment, Wu Qingyang didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly spoke up, saying: "The Phantom Butterfly Continent is three hundred and forty-four years old, in the Eastern Desert, in the territory of the second-class sect law remnant sect, slaughtering 50 million mortals, four countries were destroyed, and the sect master of the Sect of the Remnant Sect rushed to stop being killed by you, and then fled. ”

The voice is like the law of heaven and earth, the oath before punishing the prisoner.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at the dry bone ancestor, their brows were furrowed, their eyes were not good, although they couldn't say anything directly, but the atmosphere was even more depressing.

On the contrary, when the dry bone ancestor heard this, as if he was praising himself, the eyes of the people around him focused on his body, which made him enjoy it very much, waved his hands back, and the bones collided with a series of sounds, raised his head and looked up at the heroes, and said: "Don't mention the old past, the old man just looked at the crooked ways of the remnants of the Fa back then, and bewitched many mortals to practice the Fa, this Fa is extremely vicious, so he helped out, hahaha, a gesture." ”

"You're talking nonsense, you want to kill someone, you're trying to kill someone, you're going to make me ......," immediately came from the crowd with questioning words, a vigorous and energetic voice, and when I heard it, I knew that it was a young monk, but soon the voice disappeared.

Being slapped in the face made the Dry Bone Ancestor extremely unhappy, looking in a certain direction, his breath had already locked on the young man who spoke, and he laughed angrily, and said: "Hehe, now the immortal cultivation world lacks this kind of young power that dares to do and dare to speak, I admire it very much, I don't know if you can see me with a face? It's also a good thing to make friends." ”

Laughing and fascinated by the eyes, with a gloomy and cold color, swept through everyone, the original appearance was fierce and vicious, with a face full of meat, a big bald head, and a hideous skull on the back of the head, as if it was alive, and it was also looking around.

Some of the monks with poor strength turned their heads one after another, not daring to look at them directly, for fear of angering themselves.

The audience was silent, no one would believe the nonsense of the Dry Bone Ancestor, and those who dared to speak out would definitely not survive tomorrow.

At this time, only one person spoke, speaking uprightly, righteously, Wu Qingyang lowered his head, and said again: "In the two hundred and ninety-eighth week of the Phantom Butterfly Continent, in the territory of the Northwest Fuhua Sect, 10 million young women were raped and killed, resulting in the almost extinction of women, and many female disciples of the Fuhua Sect were not spared, and then fled. ”

Slowly raised his head to look at the Dry Bone Ancestor, with a disgusting look in his eyes, he continued: "In the two hundred and forty-third week of the year of Chen, in the territory of the Qiong Shark Sect in the South China Sea, take 10 million babies and feed 10 million wild sharks, let them kill each other to refine evil treasures, and after being discovered, they made a big fuss about the Qiong Shark Sect, injured many people, and fled. ”

One pillar after another, all kinds of things that hurt nature and reason were told by Wu Qingyang, and everything was clearly expressed in simple words.

Everyone didn't know if they heard it, and they were shocked when they heard it, although they all knew that the dry bone ancestor had done a lot of evil deeds, but they didn't expect that there would be so many, and now they were all placed in front of Wu Qingyang, and only then did they really understand the meaning of the four words "great evil".

Even the expressions of many gods are a little unnatural, and their eyes are full of needles, although they didn't like it before, they will give a little bit of thin noodles, they are all in the same realm.

After hearing so many things, people's hearts are flesh and blood, even if they have entered the realm of half-immortals, human emotions almost do not exist, and they will reject people like the Dry Bone Ancestor.

In an instant, everyone was angry with each other, and the righteous blood in their hearts was stimulated, and they were no longer as afraid as before.

I saw that the Dry Bone Ancestor was smiling and complacent from the beginning, and when he was gloomy at the back, he could drip water, and his expression became more and more terrifying, and he suddenly shouted: "Don't say it! Boy! You are digging your own grave." ”

Those things that he used to be proud of changed their taste when they came out of Wu Qingyang's mouth, they were very harsh and sharp, which made him angry.

Wu Qingyang didn't pay attention to him, no matter what the dry bone ancestor looked like, he couldn't shake his heart, but just said the last sentence lightly, "See and listen, the dry bones have committed many man-made disasters, and they should be killed, today, I, Wu Qingyang, will do the way for the sky, complete the merits, and enter the realm of transforming gods!"

Finally, the dry bone ancestor couldn't bear it anymore, and cast spells in his hands repeatedly, eighteen evil black beads, breathtaking, the light shined, and the poignant voice became even more huge, as if thousands of people were wailing at the same time, and they affected each other, each black bead could double the power, eighteen eighteen times, superimposed together, tens of millions of people instantly turned into hundreds of millions of people, and above the sky within a radius of thousands of miles, forming a scene of eighteen layers of hell.

The ghost cries and the wolf howls, the mountain cries and the ground moves, and if the realm is not enough, the eardrum will be ruptured, dizziness and dizziness, and the internal organs will be shattered, and the seven orifices will bleed.

Yuanying and below the high-level are all hiding in the spirit treasure, if there is no spirit treasure with a defensive voice, just retreat and leave here, the strength is not enough and there is no good spirit treasure, and it is impossible to resist the residual power of the god power.

The high-level and above monks covered themselves with aura covers, so that they could barely endure it, as for the dozen or so god-transforming powers, they didn't do anything at all, they just frowned all the time, and the low-level monks might not be able to see it, but they knew very well how many unjust souls were trapped in the black beads.

Mingyue didn't seem to be able to stand this piercing scream, hiding behind the dark clouds, plunging the earth into hazy darkness.

When the amount reaches a certain level, a qualitative change will occur, and the sound seems to become a substantial object, that is, it cannot be seen or touched, and in the moonlight, I faintly saw that the air in front of Wu Qingyang was vibrating violently, and the nine turns of the gang wind blew through here and were shattered and destroyed, fortunately, this is nine heavens, if it is placed on the ground, how many lives are sacrificed for no reason.

Wu Qingyang is in the middle, and the power he bears is also the strongest, and the white aura attached to his body is contrasted with a black sword and black robe, which has a kind of yin and yang Taiji.

A powerful momentum withstood the penetrating magic sound, and the aura swayed, silently rubbing and colliding, competing with each other.

"Wu Qingyang, you are sick, there are so many evil cultivators on the mainland, why did you find me! Why don't you go to find someone else?!" The Dry Bone Ancestor asked loudly.

In fact, he has already retreated in his heart, I don't know when it started, the battle is a strange word to him, every time he makes the next stroke, he turns around and runs away, from Yuan Ying to Huashen, he has been like this, silently accumulating strength in his heart, there is no need to fight to the death.

This is the heart in a person's bones, regardless of the size of the strength, the dry bone ancestor can break through to the god is completely killing mortals, stepping on the corpses of countless mortals step by step to today, this kind of monk is rare even in the world of cultivating immortals.

This is also the reason why Wu Qingyang found him, the strength of the person who ascends to the god by shortcut is not as good as the god who really achieves it by cultivation, if you want to pick, you have to pick a soft persimmon, this person has done a lot of evil, everyone hates him, kill him, you can invisibly make everyone owe him a favor, and break the crisis of the butterfly killing faction.

A black knife is three feet three, the cold wind is cold under the full moon night, and the Tang knife is already standing towards the sky, breaking the heavens and the earth.

In the magic sound, Wu Qingyang moved, slowly lowered his arm, held the scabbard with his left hand, put his right hand on the hilt, and stared at the withered bone ancestor with sword eyebrows and eagle eyes.

Maybe in the face of the power of the gods, the aura or strength are slightly inferior, but if there is a brave and fearless burning heart, an unexpected miracle will happen.

As long as you believe that you can, you will be fine, even if it is to deceive yourself.

There was no trace of fear in Wu Qingyang's eyes, only excitement, grinning, a mouthful of white teeth exposed, quite eye-catching, with that chic and handsome face, it looked sunny, even in this bleak and dark night, it was like the sun illuminating all directions, shining in the eyes of everyone.

The black knife came out of its sheath, and its right hand was suddenly withdrawn, and a white line was drawn in the void, which could not be stopped even by the magic sound, and everything it passed was halved.

Dry Bone Ancestor don't feel it, just by looking at it with the naked eye, you can know that this knife is powerful, it is suspected that it is a high-level Dao treasure, if it is slashed, it is difficult not to die, and suddenly, his heart is flustered, as if the black knife is about to be cut on his body.

"Give me death!" shouted the Dry Bone Ancestor, in order to calm his fear, he chose to strike first, controlling eighteen soul dementor black beads, attacking Wu Qingyang, and the invisible demon sound giant.

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