All of a sudden, Baishan hermit opens his mouth and looks at Ning Xiaolei: "why do you want to destroy Baishan sect? Can you give me a reason?"
Although the words are plain, without any smell of fireworks, Ning Xiaolei seems to feel the killing intention of Baishan Curie.
If he doesn't give a proper reason, he can't say that the other party will turn around the next moment.
"You want a reason. I'll give it to you. You baishanzong people killed my child. As a father, I came to seek revenge. Today I will never give up."
At this time, bear demon suddenly angry voice mouth.
Even in the face of the unfathomable Baishan Jushi, he did not have any fear, and his intention to kill was extremely obvious.
He knew that even if he didn't say it, the white mountain hermit would never let them go easily.
After all, their hands were contaminated with the lives of so many baishanzong disciples.
"Oh, is that so?"
The white mountain resident's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at the kneeling white mountain patriarch and asked calmly.
Bear demon's words, did not let him have too many changes, even can say, he is that pair of plain expression from beginning to end.
That is to say, when Ning Xiaolei heard that he was a demon mender, his expression changed slightly.
"Lao Zu, he..."
The master of Baishan wanted to lie, but looking into the eyes of the Jushi, he was speechless.
"It seems that what the bear demon said is true. It should be punished to kill the young!"
The white mountain hermit's eyes were cold, and his sleeves waved gently.
In a flash, a stream of white gas, with the power of lightning, blasted in the chest of Baishan Zongzhu.
"Wow!"
The master of Baishan sect opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell back and hit a big stone more than 100 meters away.
But he did not dare to stay, and even could not wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggling to run over and kneel down again.
Ning Xiaolei is stunned and looks at the scene. He can fan people over 100 meters by waving his sleeves. What is his strength?
He suddenly had a feeling that this white mountain monk was not as simple as a simple fairyland practitioner.
"Who else is going to be involved in this, stand up for me."
The white mountain resident's eyes were indifferent and he looked at the rest of the white mountain clan.
Soon, seven or eight figures stood out with fear.
Baishan was not polite, but with another sleeve, he turned everyone's spitting blood upside down.
However, it is obvious that he has left his hand. Otherwise, these people should not be able to stand up after such a serious injury.
After cleaning up the Baishan clan, the Baishan hermit looked at the bear demon and said, "are you satisfied that I punish them like this?"
"Satisfied? How can I be satisfied when they kill my child and just want to expose it when they get hurt? "
The bear demon glared at the white mountain resident and roared loudly.
Dazzled by anger, he completely forgot the powerful power of Baishan Jushi.
But Ning Xiaolei is not the same. He knows the power of Baishan Jushi, and he suddenly feels that he will suffer.
"I don't want to care whether you are satisfied or not. I have already punished them, but you can't do that when you kill the people of baishanzong."
The white mountain resident opened his mouth indifferently, his palm suddenly protruded, and void pressed lightly.
Under the shocked gaze of Ning Xiaolei and the onlookers, the bear demon in the later stage of the Kingdom has no resistance, and is directly bent down, then kneels down, and finally lies on the ground.
The sound of broken bones came from the bear demon, and he was spewing a large blood mist.
Baishan's pressing not only smashed his bones, but also exploded his skin.
"What a terrible power."
Ning Xiaolei's heart thumping, very uneasy, secretly looked at the bear demon.
But see now bear demon eyes lax, has reached the dying stage.