Cultivator In Martial God World

Bai Qi hasn't come yet, he just arrived at another Yuan Family city which is several hundred li away from Yuan Family's main sect.

This is also the power of Yuan Family, which has gathered a large number of Yuan Family dísciple.

Heavy rain poured down, Yang Xuan's hair was tightly attached to his body, and the rain followed the hair and split into several strands, like a stream of one after another.

He can hide from this rain, but not.

Because he has a splitting headache.

Like being chopped continuously on his forehead with an axe, the intense pain invaded his nerves like a tide, causing double images to appear in front of his eyes.

Rain is heavy, and people are heavy.

"Heh...it hurts." His eyes started to flush, a huge gasp came from his mouth, his chest was like a bellows.

"Bai Qi, you...what do you want to do?" Yuan Family person in charge in this city asked with a pale face. Behind him is the densely packed Yuan Family dísciple.

"Me?" Yang Xuan looked at the ghost in front of him, almost unable to tell who was who: "I just want you... to disappear from this world..."

"What?" The person in charge almost suspected that he had heard it wrong, but the next moment, the scene in front of him, almost made his eyes fall out.

A huge locust tree rose from the ground, covering the heavens, shielding the sun's branches accompanied by black leaves, covering the entire sky.

The huge black thorns pierced out from in the sky, from the mud, from the crowd, from the rain, from any place that was thought of and unexpected.

Screams, exclamations, screams, all kinds of desperate sounds one after another, intertwined into a piece of death music, shattering Heaven and Earth.

"Bai Qi, you..." The person in charge trembled, frightened and desperate.

But at the next moment, a huge black thorn came out from the back of his heart, bringing out a large splendid flower of blood.

On this day, the seventh day of April, avoid breaking the soil, repairing graves, and burying them.

On this day, Yang Xuan broke through the four acropolises of Yuan Family, killing more than a million people.

The ground is broken, but a tomb is not built, and no one is buried.

Perhaps 99% of them don’t know why they died.

Yuan Zizhen's voice was a little distorted when he got the news.

"How dare he? How dare he?" He asked repeatedly, his voice full of great doubts.

"Why doesn't he dare? He just dares." Yuan Xinqiu laughed heartily, with blood in his voice: "Yuan Zizhen, remember, these millions of people died because of you, and because of you. Die, hahahaha."

"If you don't want to die, shut up." Yuan Zi was furious, threw away, and knocked the boulder beside Yuan Xinqiu.

"I am not dead, I want to watch you lead Yuan Family to destruction." Yuan Xinqiu smiled miserably, looking a little crazy.

Yuan Family mountainside, Gu Shentu stared blankly at Ling Xin'er who was weeping beauty in front of him, and some did not know what to say.

"Senior Brother, will you let me go?" Ling Xin'er stared at him with red and swollen eyes, looking at him incredulously, teardrops rolling in his eye sockets.

The Lonely Picture took off a small baggage from behind and hung it on Ling Xin'er's shoulder, then took out a thread-bound booklet from his arms and handed it to Ling Xin'er very solemnly.

"Let's go, leave Yuan Family!" He sighed then said, said.

"Why? Why?" Ling Xin'er's tears began to spring up again.

"When the Master was dying, did you forget?" Gu Shentu's eyes were also a little confused, and said: "Yuan Family is over, even if it is not over, it will no longer be the Yuan Family before."

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Speaking of Master, the tears that Ling Xin'er could not easily stop began to flow down hua hua, crying and asking: "Is it because of Bai Qi? He is not a bad person, I will beg him, maybe He won’t kill that many people."

Gu Shentu touched her head affectionately, and then shook his head said with a bitter smile: "You don’t understand, if you stay here, Maybe he killed you together."

Ling Xin'er cried: "Senior Brother, what about you? You won't leave?"

Gu Shentu continued to shake his head, His eyes were confused: "I won't leave. My roots are in Yuan Family. I can't leave."

"Then I won't leave either!" Ling Xin'er said stubbornly.

Gu Shentu touched her head again, and gently said: "What silly thing to say, let's go!"

Ling Xin'er wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a while The darkness struck, and suddenly I didn't know anything.

"Take him away, as far as possible!" He held Ling Xin'er and said.

The two people walked out from behind the rockery without saying anything, just picked up Ling Xin'er, turned around and left.

Looking at the direction Ling Xin'er was leaving, another beautiful silhouette appeared in front of Gu Shentu's eyes.

"If you don't go, how can I go." He muttered to himself.

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Yuan Family is powerful in the northwest, and its power distribution is known as one main, two and four guards. At this time, outside the second city of Yuan Family, there is a beautiful silhouette Standing there alone.

She has been standing here for a long time, so long that she does not know how long she has been standing.

She is waiting for someone, a Demon God who has killed a million people.

An old man appeared behind her. As soon as he appeared, he bowed anxiously and said: "Miss Yueshu, there is a letter from the main city, let the young lady return to the main city immediately."

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Yuan Yueshu didn't move, her gaze still stared at the horizon blankly.

Over there, the setting sun is like blood.

After a while, she asked: "Is Great Grandfather telling me to go back?"

The old man who was speaking hesitated for a moment before he said: "Yes!"

Yuan Yueshu laughed and said: "You go back and tell him Senior, you say I won't go back, I will stay here."

The old man is anxious, anxiously said: "Miss, Bai Qi killing people like scything flax, you are too dangerous here. You can only be safe when you return to Old Ancestor."

Yuan Yueshu did not turn around, but pointed backwards and asked: "I am in that city. What about the dísciple of Yuan Family? What about the people who submit to me Yuan Family?"

The old man showed an awkward look, but as it should be by rights said: "They can only ask for more blessings."

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"Do you ask for more blessings?" Yuan Yueshu turned his head to look at him, his eyes clear, without a trace of impurities.

The old man bowed his head and said nothing.

"Does this mean you or Old Ancestor?" Yuan Yueshu forced.

"It means Old Ancestor!" The old man speak frankly.

"I don't agree!" Yuan Yueshu looked firm, staring at the old man firmly and said: "They are all the dísciple of my Yuan Family, they are all the people of my Yuan Family, you have the heart to give them up?"

"This is a helpless move." The old man said: "Bai Qi has True God Realm experts to help, and there is more than one. Old Ancestor must stick to the school to prevent Bai Qi from raiding Yuan Family. Zong."

He stopped, and he said again: "As long as the Yuan Family is here, no matter how many dísciples and people die, it doesn’t matter. We won’t be long before we can develop again. A huge force came out."

Yuan Yueshu was disappointed and said: "putting it that way, from the very beginning, are the people in the city destined to be abandoned?"

"No one would have thought that Yang Xuan would not even let ordinary people go." The old man said bitterly: "This kind of anger between people and gods can only be done by Bai Qi."

"Didn't expect?" Yuan Yueshu's voice sharpened: "A sentence of didn't expect can offset millions of living beings?"

The old man did not speak any more, this At one point, he didn't know how to explain it.

"You go back, go back and tell Old Ancestor, just say that I am Yuan Yueshu, vowing to live and die with this city." Yuan Yueshu's voice seemed deafening.

The old man just wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped. Then, his pupils shrank sharply!

At the horizon, the setting sun is like blood.

In the bloody setting sun, a giant tree trampled on the void.

Above the giant tree, a faint silhouette is faintly visible.