Chapter 1132

In the depths of the universe, inside a blood-colored planet, there is a huge and majestic palace.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a height of ten meters is sitting on the throne of the palace, and beside him is a blood-colored broadsword tens of meters long. Standing on the ground, he immediately emits a violent bloody aura, as if The palace turned into a bloody hell, with countless evil spirits howling.

There were three scars on his face, which looked extremely hideous, and a right arm was also broken. It seemed that this body had experienced countless life and death battles, and was weather-beaten.

If someone from the outside world sees this middle-aged man, they will all be scared to death, because this is the famous mad slaughter saint in the universe, and he is a master of the saint level.

According to the legend, he was bloodthirsty and looked like a madman. He once used a bad mood as an excuse to slaughter three planets, killing hundreds of billions of living beings without leaving a single part.

That's why it is called Kuang Tu, and it is feared by countless races of creatures, like a god of death.

But because of some accident, he has disappeared for a long time, and many people have almost forgotten his reputation.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

At this moment, six or seven uninvited guests suddenly appeared in the palace, and they came to the bloody palace one after another.

These people have different shapes, some are full-faced, some are bald, some are nuns, some are one-armed, or one-eyed. In short, they don't look good.

They are the notorious killers in the universe, known as the Seven Killers, and they are all masters at the level of supernatural powers.

"grown ups."

But these people didn't dare to be arrogant or even breath out in the face of the mad slaughter saint, because this is a saint in front of them, and they can kill them dozens of times with a single breath.

"Do you know what I want you to come here for?"

The mad slaughter saint asked lightly.

"I don't know, but as long as the lord orders, we are willing to die and die." All the Seven Killers were extremely well-behaved, and they did not dare to show their usual condescending expressions.

They were also terrified to death, because they didn't come to this place voluntarily, but suddenly they were drinking in a tavern, but in the next second they were captured and brought to this ghost place, without any power to fight back.

"That's right, those who know current affairs are brilliant."

Saint Kuangtu was very satisfied: "I don't want to go around in circles with you either. I've heard of your reputation as the Seven Killers before. The famous killers have killed countless people since their debut. The mission completion rate is 100%."

"So, I personally came to find you, and I want you to kill someone."

Hearing this, the faces of the Seven Killers turned green. Their reputations are harmful. If they weren't famous, how could they be targeted by this famous mad slaughter saint.

It's all right now, in the hands of this saint who is many times more cruel than them, they don't know what will happen.

"I don't know who the lord wants to kill?"

The Seven Killers and the others asked, but they didn't ask why the Kuangtu Saint didn't take action to kill the other party in person according to his strength. Since the Kuangtu Saint didn't take action, naturally there was an unspeakable secret, and there was a reason he didn't want to say.

Therefore, the mad slaughter saints will find them these small characters

It is stupid to ask these questions, and they are also afraid of angering the mad slaughter saint, so they are straightforward.

"Perhaps you have also heard his name, Xia Ping."

The mad slaughter saint said lightly.

"Xia Ping?!"

Hearing this, one of them was taken aback: "Could it be Xia Ping, the disciple of Beiming Saint who has been making a lot of noise recently? Sir, is he trying to kill him?!"

"But isn't this just an ordinary disciple?"

They all looked at the mad slaughter saint very strangely.

"Yes, that kid is an ordinary disciple, and he has no grievances with the old man, but the fault is that he is the apprentice of the old ghost of Beiming." The saint Kuangtu snorted coldly, his eyes showed a frightening coldness, as if It can penetrate the void and make the Seven Killers feel cold all over, as if they are in the abyss of hell, and they can kill him at any time.

"Back then, the old Beiming ghost came to trouble me for no reason. After fighting him for 300 rounds, he chopped off a right arm, which has never recovered."

He touched his empty right arm, full of hatred.

For a saint, the rebirth of a broken arm is just a trivial matter, but the right arm that was chopped off by the saint of Beiming cannot be restored no matter what he does.

There seems to be a mysterious and tyrannical force preventing the cells in his body from regenerating.

Because a swordsman, his right hand is his most powerful part. He has practiced for an unknown number of years, but now he is chopped off by the Beiming sage, which is equivalent to abolishing part of his strength.

For a saint, this is simply a shame and a great humiliation.

In that battle, if he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have been killed by the Beiming saint long ago.

It is conceivable that even the water of the Three Rivers cannot wash away his hatred for Beiming Saint.

But in terms of strength, the Kuangtu Saint was not an opponent of the Beiming Saint before, let alone a broken arm, so he was even less of an opponent.

Therefore, he has no hope of revenge in this life.

Therefore, he wanted to take revenge on the descendants of Saint Beiming, and even those related to him.

The problem is that Saint Beiming lived for too long. Basically all his relatives around him died, leaving him alone.

Even if there is still the sect of Qiankun Sect, no matter how many disciples of these Qiankun Sect die, it is estimated that Beiming Saint will not be heartbroken.

The mad slaughter saint has never been able to find a chance to retaliate.

Unexpectedly, Xia Ping was born out of thin air, and suddenly became the closed disciple of the Beiming Saint. This made the Kuangtu Saint overjoyed, so he listed Xia Ping as his target.

Even if he can't kill the Beiming saint, let the Beiming saint try what is the pain of bereavement, let him, a close disciple, die under his own hands, and let the Beiming old ghost be heartbroken for the rest of his life.

"I have placed restrictions on you."

Thinking of this, the Kuang Tu saint cast his eyes on the seven people, and said, "Don't even try to escape. If you dare to escape, or fail to complete the task, the explosion will be detonated immediately."

"It's either that Xia Ping died, or you died."

"Of course, if you can complete the task, you will get benefits, great benefits."

He gave a sweet date with a stick.

The faces of the seven people were ashen, they knew that they could not escape the palm of the mad slaughter saint.

"Okay, but where is Xia Ping? If it's at the headquarters of the Qiankun faction, we can't get in at all, and we can't kill him." The seven people asked, saying that if Xia Ping stayed in the Qiankun faction, they would also find him. No chance of assassination.

"Don't worry, I've received the news that Xia Ping has left the Qiankun faction and went out to complete the mission. This is a great opportunity." Saint Kuangtu sneered, "Without the protection of Old Ghost Beiming, he's dead."

"Where is he?"

"Blood Soul Continent!"

What? !

The faces of the seven people turned greener. This is another place that is more terrifying than the Qiankun faction. The blood soul continent's vicious reputation has long since resounded throughout the six star regions.