Chapter 617

"Killing? I'm not interested in dirtying my hands. " At the moment when the voice of monsoon smoke fell to the ground, the broken evil sword in his hand pierced into the ground at his feet!

Breaking evil sword fell into the earth, suddenly raised a strong wind, a layer of light gray fog, along the breaking evil sword stabbed into the land and spread to the whole earth, the whole Pingcheng ground, like a thick layer of smoke, hovering on the ground.

A stream of cold air permeated from the ground, and people felt that the coolness had spread from the earth under their feet to their whole body. The coolness could not say what it was like, and there would be no cold feeling, but it was cold and wet from the bone.

Hiding in the dark and observing everything, Song Yuan was surprised to see Pingcheng gradually shrouded in fog. A touch of shock appeared at the bottom of his eyes. The handsome man standing beside him frowned slightly and looked at the strange scene.

"What's the matter?" Song Yuan stared.

The man frowned and said, "I don't know. I've never seen someone who killed the world use a similar tactic."

Song Yuan took a look at the man and said in a cold voice, "if something goes wrong, what should I do?"

The man sneered, "what's wrong? Can't you see that the monsoon smoke has been infuriated. Whatever she does now, it's absolutely good for us. If she kills the people of Pingcheng in a rage, there's no reason for you to fight back? Isn't that what we said before? "

Song Yuan bit his teeth. Before that, he agreed with the man that the demon family would kill the people in Pingcheng. Then he asked people to turn their eyes to monsoon smoke, which forced the people in the cave to fight against it.

The military rules of Shenglong Empire strictly forbid the military to bully the people. If monsoon smoke can't help killing people, even if Song Yuan takes people to fight back and kills monsoon smoke, there is an absolute excuse.

"Better be so." Song Yuandao.

The man looked at Song Yuan and didn't speak.

While they were talking, the whole ground of Pingcheng was shrouded in the fog. With the spread of the fog, wisps of smoke came out of the ground quietly. It was clear that there was no wind, but the fog on the ground began to swing automatically.

The monsoon smoke coldly watched the smoke from the ground slowly coagulate in the street, her eyes flashed a little cold, she raised her head, looked at the people who were stunned and said: "don't you want to know the truth? So Let those who have lost say to you! "

At the moment when the word "monsoon smoke" came out, the wisps of smoke curled up in the street quickly gathered in the public's sight, gradually forming a illusory and ethereal human shape.

The people around the street, with unbelievable big eyes, looked at the condensed human shape, and were scared to death instantly!

There are a lot of unreal shadows floating on the street. They are all human beings. But unlike ordinary people, most of them are incomplete and mended. The unreal body can't see their feet and float on the ground.

"Ah Lin...... " A frightened man saw a familiar figure among the illusory figures.

And that figure is his wife who died of illness more than a year ago!