Chapter 897

With a puff, the young leader of the witchcraft cult opened his eyes and stared at chuxuan. If his eyes could kill people, chuxuan would have been cut by him.

After the poisonous needle was put into the body, and three rounds of seven veins were broken, the young leader of the witchcraft cult was very black. His expression was twisted and painful, and he suffered from the toxin on the poison needle. He suffered from the pain of eating flesh and blood by ten thousand ants. His seven orifices were bleeding and his throat was covered with black blood. He fell to the ground, breathless and dead.

"It's up to you to take the blame." Chuxuan clapped his hands and said without expression.

The young leader and the leader of the witchcraft cult died by their own means, and had no relationship with Chu Xuan.

This is to say that if you do harm to others, you will be held responsible! Chuxuan heart naturally will not have a bit of guilt, they are more than guilty of death!

"Rest in peace! Those who die in vain in the hands of witches and demons. " Then he walked out of the secluded room with a sigh.

After going to the entrance of the secret room, two golden flames gushed out from both eyes, setting the underground chamber on fire, which was to burn all the sins in the underground forever.

Boom!

Under the real fire of the sun, the underground chamber couldn't be burned, and after the air was heated, it exploded with a bang.

The sound was so loud that it immediately alerted the disciples and guards of the witchcraft sect outside the hall.

Step on

With a creak, the thick wooden doors of the hall were pushed open. A group of people, including the disciples and guards of the witchcraft cult, swarmed in and saw Chu Xuan standing beside the Dragon chair.

The eyes of the witch sect disciples were full of amazement. They didn't expect that this person even went into the hall without a sound.

If this disturbs the closure of the church leader and the young leader, none of them can escape, and there will be no good end.

"Who are you? Roll down and die

"No, the Dragon chair is on fire."

After hearing the speech, the disciples of the witchcraft cult took a close look. There was indeed black smoke behind the Dragon chair. All of them were frightened and angry. They wanted to kill themselves.

When the leader and the young leader went out of the pass, they knew that they had been run in and set fire to them. None of them could escape, and all of them were doomed.

Not to mention being killed, at least he should be thrown into the cellar of ten thousand poisonous insects to forbid the pain of gnawing by ten thousand poisonous insects.

At the thought of this possibility, all the disciples of the sorcerer and demon sect are sweating. It would be more terrible than death. Life is worse than death.

"Capture and kill this man, and others will put out the fire."

A leading disciple roared at all the people, his eyes were red and turned into rabbits.

Boom! Poop!

Chuxuan cold drink: "noisy!"

The body exudes a tidal wave of pressure, rolling away, to these guys shouting at themselves to kill the heavy pressure to go.

Who knows, these guys are simply vulnerable to a blow, in the chuxuan majestic heavy pressure, turned into a piece of paper like, the body was heavily thrown out.

One after another, just like a broken kite, were shot out of the hall under pressure. In the void, they were all their shadows. Finally, they fell on the ground, howling and dying.

Nine times out of ten, it becomes a puddle of meat and mud, and the pressure is like a bulldozer, crushing everything.

The disciples with higher cultivation level were not crushed into meat and mud, but all of them had broken bones and broken meridians. They collapsed on the ground with convulsions, rolled their eyes and vomited blood.

After a cold look at these guys, chuxuan's body suddenly appeared in front of one of the disciples. He put his right palm on the other's heavenly cover and directly searched for souls.