Chapter 657

"What are you doing?"

Tianzun's heart was torn because what the man was talking about was just a two-year-old child. He was not sensible enough, and he was scalded by the steaming fog and cried.

"What do you want? You should know the truth of root cutting. Do you want us to keep him for revenge when he grows up? "

"What's more, such a kind of devil can only leave endless banes to the world."

With that, the man mentioned the baby's left foot and cruelly looked at the emperor's envoy. His hand loosened. With the sound of "Putong", his second brother was silent forever.

My God!

Is that God? Is that what God does?

He kept shouting in his heart. If it wasn't for someone who firmly controlled him, it would be difficult to even stand. He trembled with extreme indignation. He never thought that there were such cruel people and such gods in the world!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seven stars will burst out laughing, may also feel enough to play with, and then look a cold, low roar: "devil kind of evil, give me... Die!"

There was a silver flash in Yu's land, and a long sword had been shot out of the man's hand. "Puchi" went through his heart. The 18-year-old Tianzun envoy's talent was even more common. How could he be such a famous Seven Star General's opponent?

Tianzun didn't dodge. He knew he would die, but he still used his last bit of strength to look at everyone of the Seven Star generals with the most venomous eyes in his life and vomited out his last words: "beast! I will die... And I will remember... And I will always remember... Your face will become... The devil... And I will never let it go...

in the face of the threat of the heavenly envoy, one of the seven stars just gave a cold smile and said: "brother, this son is really worthy of the remaining evil of the devil. After you hit him, he still has the strength and resentment, which is worthy of the vitality of the remaining evil of the devil."

"Since the remaining evil is not dead, we will cook him alive!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There was no tears in his eyes, no fear or begging. Even if he died, he would die arrogantly!

In particular, we can't beg and fear the person he hates most in his life.

Maybe it was this great indignation and will that led him to some power. Just when he was about to be thrown into the boiling pot, suddenly a purple mist gradually filled the air around him. Among them, there was a long voice: "who cares about injustice in the vast land?"

This voice is light and hoarse, regardless of location and gender. What we can only know is that the voice is from far to near, and the speed is so fast that it is faster than their evil thoughts.

"Why?"

"What's pretending?"

The seven stars will be shocked by the sudden sound. With their cultivation, it is still difficult to tell what kind of cultivation the master of the sound is.

A restless, bad mood gradually rose in their hearts.

"Pretending? A ghost? "

"Stupid guy, you are wrong. I disdain to be a God, and I can't be reduced to a ghost. I'm just... What you want to get rid of...

" devil! "

As soon as the word "devil" comes out, just by virtue of this sound wave, the first seven stars will burst into a bloody meat paste. The blood fog is all over the sky. It's terrible.

Then there is the second, the third, the fourth... The sixth.

What kind of cultivation is this? What kind of strong power is it?

Just by the sound, let the famous blood Royal seven star will be six fried alive for meat mud.

And the last one, who is also the head of the Seven Star generals, is worthy of being the leader of the killer. Seeing the tragic death of his six brothers, he didn't hesitate, so he turned around and ran away.

Run

faster than sound!

However, no matter how fast he is, he needs a process of acceleration. Just as he rises from the sky, his legs are rushed by the sound wave, and from the knee down, it seems that he is thrown into the meat grinder, turning into blood dance.

In the scream, he didn't dare to stay for half a second and fly away.

Perhaps, the purple mist had nothing substantial except the sound, and then it slowly fell to the side of the emperor.

At the moment, the emperor is dying, wandering between life and death. He knows that he doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want to close his eyes, because he wants to see his enemies die in front of him. It is this will that supports him.

The purple mist floated to the side of the emperor and said, "are you afraid you won't pat me?"

The Emperor gave a sad smile and said weakly, "what's there... To be afraid of..."

purple fog continued: "I'm the real demon in their mouth."

The emperor's emissary laughed again: "what's the fear of demons? What's the most terrible thing is the people who call themselves gods."Surprised to hear this, the purple mist could not help laughing and saying, "you've also been born some kind of" magic root "because of this drastic change. I have some fate with you. Do you have any wishes yet?"

"I'm... I'm not reconciled... My whole family has been... Harmed by them... But there's another... Enemy running away... Dead... Dead... In peace."

The purple mist looked at the struggling emperor for a long time and did not answer. After a long time, he said, "I have a way to make you kill your enemy, but you will be doomed. Would you like to?"

"What?"

The God, who was as angry as a gossamer, almost instantly heaved a breath and said in a hurry: "I have no relatives in this... World, and no one will... Help me... As long as... I can get revenge... I... I will do anything!"

The heavenly envoy answered without hesitation. His mind was full of hatred. He was a dying man. If he could blade his enemy, what could he not agree with.

But the purple mist didn't rush to promise the emperor. It seemed to be very cautious, for fear that he would repent. He said cautiously: "although you have promised, I still want to warn you that you are not only doomed, but also more painful than death. You must be willing to do so."

Although the purple mist constantly admonished the envoy, he still said: "no... nothing is more painful than that I can't revenge... If I can keep it... Even if it makes me fall into the deepest hell... I will also...

the latter words of the envoy can't be said any more, because he can't answer any more, and a steady stream of blood has been poured out of his mouth Come on, he can only use action to express his face, and he nods firmly.

"Well, I appreciate your strength and your vengeance."

"Then you sacrifice your soul to me, and I will rebuild your body...

" revenge. "

Then the black fog rolled him in and disappeared with his people and the fog.

It's like there's never been such a person in the world.