Chapter 572： Harvest leeks

"Want to go?"

Looking at Mo Wuya who was hit hard by himself, Chu Tiancheng's face suddenly raised a sneer.

really! !

Dao Lao didn't lie to me, this first-style knives tactic alone easily slashed the Mo Wuya who was known as the number one arrogant of Xijiang.

No matter how strong Ling Xiao is, how can he contend with my four-style sword technique? !

With his current strength, it is easy to kill Mo Wuya.

He made this sword, naturally also to... test the power of this sword technique.

Unfortunately, he met an actor.

More importantly, this actor is acting sincerely, not to cooperate with Ling Xiao.

This undoubtedly made his acting skills have been further sublimated.

"Mo Wuya, today you will definitely die!!"

"Om."

The strange buzzing sound quietly resounded in the hall.

I saw that in the sky full of blood, there seemed to be a ghostly shadow, which blocked Mo Wuya's retreat.

"Huh? This is..."

Mo Wuya's face turned pale, and he looked at the blood shadows from all directions with a little horror.

At this moment, he could feel that these blood shadows seemed to be condensed by evil spirits, with a ray of soul immortal in it.

Mostly... the remnant soul who died under the blood knife?

"Damn!! Chutian City, don't force me!!"

Endless blood shadows fell from the sky, angered with blood, and bite towards Mo Wuya.

Even with the latter's cultivation base, facing the countless blood shadows at this time, I felt a trace of desperate fear in my heart.

even! !

At the moment when Mo Wuya waved his hand to smash the few blood shadows in front of him, the remnant of the blood mist was swallowed by the remaining blood shadows, becoming more powerful.

The whole hall was filled with bursts of ghost crying.

But Mo Wuya's figure was finally overwhelmed by the countless blood shadows, and he let out painful roars.

In the void outside the hall, Ling Xiao coldly watched the screams resounding below and the **** fluctuations that shed...

At this time, he could also feel that these blood evil ghosts were mostly dead souls that fell in that blood knife.

In other words, it wasn't that Chu Tiancheng had cultivated magic skills and fell into the magic way.

But this knife is an evil soldier.

Son of Destiny, luck is really terrifying.

Wherever you go, you will be able to encounter a spiritual treasure that suits you.

The sword repaired in Chutian City, the evil sword was born in this magic ruin.

If he repaired the sword, he was afraid that he was holding it at this time, it would be a peerless evil sword.

Of course, if according to the normal version, no matter how evil the sword fell into the hands of Destiny, it would only be a powerful and terrifying spiritual treasure, or even a trump card.

At most these sons of destiny shouted angrily, the sword is innocent, the evil is the human heart! !

As long as my Dao heart is tenacious, the evil intentions in this knife can't disturb my mind! !

Ding.

When Lingbao is in hand, I am still me, the light of righteous way, loyalty and righteousness.

Unfortunately, he met Ling Xiao.

Before getting the sword, the heart of the Chutian City Dao was broken, so at this time... he probably has become an evil demon.

I am the High Slayer Killing Demon, who is a hero and righteous man. The world should extol my virtue and pass on my good name! !

"Om."

In the sky full of blood, suddenly there was a flash of thunder.

In just an instant, the countless blood shadows made wicked screams and fled away one after another.

At this time, Mo Wuya's breath was already extremely sluggish, and his skin was no longer intact, extremely miserable.

"no, do not want!!"

Ling Xiao looked at the struggling figure lying on the ground with closed eyes, raised his brows lightly, and then raised his foot to kick his face fiercely.

"Ah!! Don't! Huh?!"

Mo Wuya was in pain, and suddenly opened his eyes.

What I saw was Ling Xiao's calm and indifferent face, but the blood shadows had retreated to several feet.

"Lord...Lord!!"

Suddenly, Mo Wuya's eyes were full of tears. For the first time in his life, he actually discovered that this figure was so gracious and stalwart.

"Master!!! You are finally here!!!"

"Di, the Son of Destiny is grateful to the villain's great demon. Congratulations to the host for plundering luck for 500 points and the villain for 5,000 points."

"Di, the luck of the Son of Destiny is exhausted. Now you can get extra rewards for killing."

"Master?"

Above the main hall, Chu Tiancheng frowned slightly, and slowly got up, glaring at the white-clothed young man below.

"Mo Wuya, you really don't want to die, you actually think that the demon who killed Yao'er is the master!!"

"Master...Hurry up...Kill him!!"

Mo Wuya's expression changed, and he screamed, but at this moment, his eyes seemed to have a touch of confusion.

Why is there only one person here, the seven guards?

Gan?

Is it possible that the Lord really believed what I said, and that this hall can only be entered by him alone?

Lord! !

I'm wrong! ! I'm...wrong! !

I will never dare to fool you again!

"Mo Wuya!! I really didn't read you wrong, you coward, you didn't plan to join forces with me against Ling Xiao at all, but wanted to use my whereabouts to please you, the master, right?"

Chu Tiancheng snorted coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent when he looked at Mo Wuya.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Nothing matters anymore!

From the moment I picked up the blood knife, all the people in the fairy ruins should die!

You all want to bury my Yaoer! !

"Yes!! Chutian City!! If you have a vision, how can I join hands with you to deal with the Lord!!"

Mo Wuya's expression changed, and immediately said with awe-inspiring righteousness.

just! !

As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

When he looked down again, he saw a pitch black magic blade piercing his heart and sticking out.

"Flutter."

Mo Wuya turned his head hard and looked at the young man behind him, his face clearly filled with a touch of doubt.

what happened?

Lord, I was almost punished by Chu Tiancheng for your sake. Why... you didn't play your cards according to common sense?

I have prepared several sets of these rhetoric to cover up what I have done today. Can't you give me a chance to speak?

But in the end, Mo Wuya didn't think about why Ling Xiao suddenly killed him and fell to the ground with blood soaking bluestone.

"Drip! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny, and get an extra reward: Holy Words (Xiansheng)."

"Destiny forged value: 2%."

"A drop of ancient unicorn holy blood."

"Tao is a perfect opportunity."

"Geng Jin Dao Ze, Consummation."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly and looked up at Chu Tiancheng.

At this moment, the latter's face was also a little surprised.

Just...killed?

Although this Mo Wuya is not strong enough, he still bears the reputation of being a villain.

With his help, Ling Xiao's odds of winning are undoubtedly greater.

can…

Hehe, it seems that the spokesperson of the divine envoy is really arrogant and somewhat conceited.

Not to mention, today, you are ultimately going to pay the price you deserve for your arrogance and cruelty.

"Ling Xiao, what Mo Wuya said, but it's true? Yao'er really died in your hands?"

Chu Tiancheng took a deep breath, and a bit of hatred filled his firm face.

"It's important? Anyway, you'll be able to see her soon."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, her white clothes shining like a flower.

But the flickering magical intent in his eyes instantly made the temperature in this temple chill down instantly. We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.