Cultivator In Martial God World

Chen Dehan is an Elder of the Canglang Sect, with a high status.

But he is at large at this time, lifeless, and fleeing quickly.

He knew that Canglang Sect was over.

The little girl died and was thrown off the cliff by Hong Yuan.

This is nothing at worst. The Fairy Palace is amazing, but it's too far away, so don't worry about it.

Moreover, they will take care of everything before the news goes out.

But what didn’t expect was that someone would come to the door so quickly and so powerfully. Even with Four Great Elders, they weren’t the enemy of that person.

So, after the head Hong Yuan told the lie, he knew that Canglang Sect was over.

When it's over, it's over. Anyway, the entire Canglang Sect was originally a sect formed by a group of underworld forces. Wasn't he also a bandit and bandit before?

Their strategy is to run away separately. Even if the evil star is chasing, there is only time to catch up with one person. The chance is too small.

Chen Dehan was proud.

Anyway, the wealth he has hidden secretly for so many years has long been enough for him to live a life of chicness. The Canglang Sect has been moved into an empty shell by a few of them, and it doesn't hurt to discard it.

While thinking like this, a silhouette suddenly appeared in front of him, what else is in silhouette's arms.

"fuck off!" He cursed, planning to take advantage of the situation and cut this indifferent thing in half when he passed by.

But then, he found that the person in front of him was strangely disappeared, without a trace.

"hmph, count you acquainted!" He secretly said in one's heart, and then ran forward.

But when he ran, he realized how his angle of view was getting shorter and shorter.

When he felt wrong, he looked back hard and found that his legs were behind him and ran by himself.

How can you run your legs behind you?

next moment, he seemed to react, and the whole person was instantly overwhelmed by fear.

After that, his thinking was frozen at this moment, and he was plunged into darkness forever.

Killing Chen Dehan, Yang Xuan didn't make any stop, and his toes disappeared immediately.

In this way, a few Elder who escaped separately, no one can escape, he tracked them, they were all by his Avatar, and those who died could not die again.

Although Helim was unable to use spiritual power due to Helim’s threat, even with the power of Martial Artist to catch up and kill these people, it was as easy as blowing off dust.

Now there is only one source left.

Yang Xuan is still holding a small incense, standing under a mountain, coldly watching the flood at the foot of the mountain is advancing at high speed.

He didn't plan to let Hong Yuan die so easily.

The running Hong Yuan suddenly felt something wrong.

He was already moving at a high speed, but somehow, the surrounding scenery gave him a familiar feeling.

It seems that he has experienced these scenery not long ago.

After stopping, Hong Yuan watched all around suspiciously, but did not find anything unusual. The trees were still trees, the grass was still grass, and even the horse dung on the road did not change.

Thinking that he might be suspicious, Hong Yuan decided to ignore this feeling. With a little toe, the whole person flew out like an arrow from the string.

But not long after running forward, he frowned again and stopped.

Why are the tufts of horse dung under your feet so familiar? The flowers and trees on the roadside also seem to be familiar.

He, who was wary in his heart, simply grabbed a large tree next to him with a palm, and caught a large mark of Uncle.

Next, he once again cast Lightweight Art forward.

But after only time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he stopped again, looking gloomy at the imprint on the big tree beside him.

That is clearly the mark he grabbed just now.

"Ghost hits the wall?" Hong Yuan said to himself.

Unwilling to give up, he simply changed his direction and ran on the road when he was going, but it didn't take long before he saw the big tree with the mark again.

In the next time, Hong Yuan tried to escape in several other directions, but without exception, after time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he will always return to before those piles of horse dung .

"Who? Come out for me." Hong Yuan yelled with an inexplicable fear in his heart.

But no one answered.

Hong Yuan didn't give up, and started running around again, but still couldn't get out of this strange circle. Those piles of horse dung seemed to laugh at him all the time, but it was exhausting him.

In desperation, he can only rest temporarily while thinking about countermeasures.

At this moment, a wind attacked from his left side.

Hong Yuan was surprised at first, and then overjoyed, he began to sneer in his heart: Can't help it.

next moment, his left palm is like a knife, whistling like a violent wind, and he slashes out.

Pu chi!

The palm of the hand seemed to be cut on someone's shoulder, and he took advantage of the trend and cut that person in half.

Huh, just this!

Hong Yuan sneered and turned his head, but at the next moment, he completely froze.

"Xiaojuan, why are you?" He startled.

The one lying on the ground and cut in half by him turned out to be his own wife.

Hong Yuan’s wife is called Xiaojuan, who is his beloved, hidden in his hometown. No one else has ever known why he appeared here at the critical moment?

"Sheng Lang... you... hello... how ruthless."

Hong Yuan is wondering if this is a fantasy created by someone, but Xiao Juan said this, But directly dispelled his doubts.

His breast name is Small Accomplishment. So far, only his parents and wife know it. If it is not himself, how can he call out this name?

"No, Xiaojuan, I...I..." Hong Yuan ran over to pick up his dying wife, feeling helpless and weeping bitter tears.

"I...I hate you!" Xiaojuan struggled to say the last three words, closing her eyes and passing away suddenly.

"no!" Hong Yuan shed blood and tears, hissing at the sky.

The sky is getting dark, the surrounding wind is miserable, and the ghost shadow is heavy.

"Daddy, daddy, why are you killing mother?" A child's voice suddenly came from behind, clear and loud, with grief and anger.

Hong Yuan almost stopped breathing. Turning around, he turned out to be his only son, Xiao Yang.

"Xiaoyang, why are you here? Who brought you here?" Hong Yuan Qiang endured his grief and asked.

But the seven or eight-year-old Xiao Yang ignored Hong Yuan's problem at all, and just ran to the mother who had closed her eyes, in constant pain.

Hong Yuanbei came from it and stretched out his hand to take his son into his arms.

But at the next moment, Xiao Yang opened his hand and shouted with hatred: "No, you are not my father, you are an ominous beast, you are a bad guy."

Hong Yuan's heart is like a knife, crying: "Xiaoyang, I'm sorry, daddy's sorry for you."

Xiaoyang's tears disappeared, and Que'er was sluggish with an unforgettable hatred, shouting Said: "No, you are not my father, I will never forgive you, and will not forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took out a bright dagger from his arms and directed it at himself The heart is pierced.

Hong Yuan was startled and wanted to reach out to stop him, but Xiao Yang moved very quickly. Puchi, a dagger flashing with cold light, pierced in at once, and the blood immediately dyed his clothes red.

"I...I hate...hate you..." Xiao Yang stared at Hong Yuan desperately with flushed eyes, and swallowed his last breath.