Chapter 517

The fragments of the rock shuttle in his hand, along the gap of his fingers, fell on the ground. Xiao Yang's face was gloomy. He covered the dead girl with his black robe. With the waving of his hand, the blazing sun burst out and burned all the objects in the passage.

"Four bastards."

With a firm hand, Xiao Yang's face was hideous.

His friends in Fengxue city are few, but Fengliang is definitely one.

In the war between him and the Bai family, Feng Liang asked Feng Baiyi for help several times. Of course, like Tang Yancheng, Feng Baiyi was extremely afraid of the powerful Bai family, so he could not agree.

But with this, Xiao Yang was able to make Fengliang a friend.

Just now, he heard the news of Fengliang's death, and was brutally tortured and killed by several eighth level spirit masters. His anger was like a volcano about to erupt.

"Bullying the weak is fun, right?"

Along the direction of a few people left, Xiao Yang walked slowly, but the murmur in his mouth was chilling: "I'll take back what I've suffered from the cold wind on you one by one."

With the disappearance of Xiao Yang's back, this spacious passage is calm again.

"Hehe, there are ten pieces of Lingyu in this room. It's a big profit!"

Previously, four of the girls stood in a room, looking at the ten pieces of Lingyu on the stone platform, with excited smiles on their faces.

"Ha ha, good harvest." The young man at the head, with a faint smile, has long forgotten the girl who died before.

For him, that kind of women, like the dead green spirit, are just tools for fun. They have no value for him to remember. Whether they are dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

"Wu Jun, let's go quickly. Zong Chao can't point out what treasure they have found. If we delay, we won't even be able to drink the soup."

Hearing this voice, Wu Jun nodded with a smile. There are many treasures in the underground palace. Maybe there are some rare spirit things that can help him break through the Ninth level spirit Master.

Now he is only a little away from the Ninth level spirit Master. Once he breaks through, he can compete with the top group of characters.

Walking in the passage, several young people laugh from time to time, but the words they say are extremely cruel.

There has never been a shortage of abnormal people in this world. In this ancient wasteland, there are not a few people like Wu Jun who take pleasure in killing people.

Behind the passage.

In the palm of his hand, a thousand silk silkworms crawling gently, Xiao Yang's eyes narrowed slightly. The white silk danced in the air, and finally covered his face. Between the wriggling, his appearance became as cool as the wind.

"It's not enough to simply kill you." Xiao Yang murmurs in his own voice. He wants Wu Jun and others to experience the deep fear!

Looking at the back of several people, Xiao Yang, who appears in a cool appearance, has a light of killing in his eyes. As soon as he steps on the foot, his figure flashes quickly. Taking advantage of the moment at the corner, the broken rock shuttle in his hand quickly plunges into a small dark spot on the wall.

I saw the subtle wave of Lingli, and the last young man was isolated behind the wall.

"It's your turn to find the way, gian."

Walking in the front of Ren Feng, his face a little tired, he looked back, looking for the familiar figure, but was stunned to find that behind him, there were only two people left.

"Where's gian?" Ren Feng's eyes, toward the rear swept, voice, with a little doubt.

However, he was not too surprised. In this complex channel, it is common to stray occasionally.

"Probably, I found some good things and stole them from us." The young people beside Wu Jun laughed. Ge an did not do such things less.

"I can't help it. Just wait." Wu Jun also smiles and shakes his head, leaning against the wall, waiting for GE an to follow.

What they don't know is that gian is right behind them.

"Dong!"

His head bumps against the wall of Lingli, and Ge an grins with pain. He rubs his forehead and stretches out his hand suspiciously, but he feels as if something has blocked his way.

"Wu Jun!"

"Ren Feng!"

"Fang Ming!"

His fists hit the light wall of Lingli heavily, and Ge an roared anxiously. However, Wu Jun and other people in front of him were always indifferent. On the contrary, they were talking about some things with laughter, as if they had not heard them at all.

"Hiss!"

A red thread of blood was sprayed on the wall of Lingli light. Ge an's pupils were locked. He lowered his head in disbelief. A sharp point of the shuttle showed his abdomen mercilessly.

The cheek trembled slightly, Ge an turned his head difficultly, and saw a handsome face, looking at him coldly.

"The wind It's cool

The thick color of horror, Teng Shang eyes, Ge an's face, because of fear, and twisted to the extreme.He saw with his own eyes that Fengliang was thrown into the bloodthirsty ant cave by Fang Ming. Now, he stood behind him intact. This terrible scene almost made him collapse.

"Scared." Xiao Yang's lips opened slightly, and the voice let Ge an's fear out completely. A stream of yellow liquid flowed down his leg uncontrollably.

"You know fear." Xiao Yang shook his head with a sneer. The broken rock shuttle in his hand suddenly turned. The luster in Ge an's eyes gradually faded.

Shaking off the bloodstain on the broken rock shuttle, Xiao Yang quickly retreats and hides himself in a room. A little bit of light of spiritual power falls into the small hole, which makes the wall of spiritual power light blocking Ge an disperse quickly.

According to the common sense, with Ge an's strength, even if he was pierced by the broken rock shuttle, he still had more strength to fight back. But as soon as he saw the cool face and the fear in his heart, he would have swallowed up the remaining reason. Otherwise, Xiao Yang would never have been so relaxed and killed an eighth level spirit Master.

"Click!"

Wu Jun closed his eyes and suddenly opened his eyelids. When he patted the empty boundary stone, a damaged leaf appeared in his palm. When he saw the leaf, Ren Feng and Fang Ming's laughing faces were all stiff.

This leaf, which they got from a spirit tree, can print each other's spiritual imprints to see if each other is dead.

Now, the leaves belonging to ge an are broken and open, which means that GE an is dead!

"Shua!"

Lingli light wall removed, Ge an's body, bang on the ground, his face, tightly twisted together, seems to see something extremely terrible.

Looking at GE an who lost all his life at his feet, Ren Feng and Fang Ming's faces were extremely pale.