The bag originally had a mystery, and there was a gyro-shaped object made of an ancient bronze blade twisted inside. The moment Wang Jiong caught this object, the red spiritual blade he exploded and vibrated, and it instantly popped up.81Δ』 Chinese website

There was a rapid sound of "snap" and the powerful rotation force suddenly shattered Wang Jiong's palm. At this moment, there was only a bare and blood-blooded broken arm left on Wang Jiong's arm.

"Uhhhhh--Old guy, you're despicable and shameless!"

Wang Jiong covered his broken hand and roared violently, but Old Jing suddenly rushed behind him: "Wang Jiong, Wang Jiong, I even told you about the secret matter of "Bloody Washing the Village". Do you think I will let the Lord leave alive? It's too naive-"

"Puff!" Old Jing's five fingers as hard as steel instantly pierced into the other party's back heart, and suddenly pulled Wang Jiong's living heart out of his body, and shattered it.

"Bang!" He shook off the tattered red heart in his hand, and Old Jing kicked Wang Ji's corpse away. He shouted loudly at this moment: "Who else? Want to go against me? Go out and die by yourself!"

In an instant, everyone present felt that Mr. Jing was crazy and was vicious in his true form. Their bodies trembled slightly. Everyone knew that perhaps all the powerful men of red energy rushed over and might kill Mr. Jing, but they had to lose several lives!

People are selfish, who will sacrifice for others for no reason? Therefore, everyone was shocked by Mr. Jing's bloodthirsty and cruel methods, and they all said in unison: "We will listen to Mr. Jing's orders tonight to wash away the Sangzhu Village, and the old, young, women and children, and chickens and dogs will not be left behind!"

"That's right. You all follow me and follow the Lord in the future. You must eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and enjoy wealth and prosperity."

Mr. Jing's face was a little gentle at this time, but he still said sternly: "But whoever wants to hold me back and spread the story tonight will make me promise that his whole family and young will be dead!"

As soon as this sentence was said, everyone's heads lowered three points. They were not willing to face Old Master Jing's eyes anymore. This old guy was possessed by the God of Killing tonight, and his momentum was too terrifying.

At this time, Old Jing said in a deep voice, "I don't know where the specific location of Sangzhu Village is. Who is the guide today? Stand out!"

"Old Jing, today we plan to meet with Jiang Zhong here, and then he will take us to Sangzhu Village to rest." A man next to him said with courage: "Our group of people rarely move in the mountains and ridges in the north. Most of them don't know the path. Except for Jiang Zhong's people, only one person has been to this area before, but he..."

When this person said this, he paused for a moment, and said with a sad face: "The only person who knows the path to Sangzhu Village is Wang Pi. You just killed him!"

"Uh?!" Hearing this, even Mr. Jing, everyone, almost fell to the ground in a flash. Mr. Jing cursed in his heart, saying that he was really shooting the foot. At this time, Mr. Jing made up his heart and immediately roared: "I don't believe it. Without Wang Jiong's devil leading the way, we would lose our direction. Walk and walk along the mountain road to the north. We will definitely see Sangzhu Village!"

Mr. Jing, the murderous demon king, said the same thing. Killing his own people was like a bed bug. How dare everyone not obey his orders? So a group of more than a dozen people followed Mr. Jing and walked towards the mountain road on the edge of the woods.

Just as everyone was about to enter the front of the mountain road, a shrill black wind suddenly blew across everyone's side. These people were all planning to do something bad. When the cold wind blew, they suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies.

At this time, Old Jing, who looked like a torch, said sternly: "In the wilderness in the middle of the night, some 'ghosts' are inevitably coming. What are you afraid of? Let's go!"

Before Mr. Jing finished speaking, another black wind suddenly swept across them, wandering around them from time to time, as if he was deliberately playing tricks. "Damn ghost, get out of here--"

"Bang!" Old Jing suddenly appeared red air all over his body, and he pointed to one of the black winds and made a punch from the air: "Huh-swish!"

"Woo woo woo woo--"

"Swish!" The ghost soul shadow in the black wind moved in the air in an instant, barely avoiding the red Qi fist that broke into the air. Another group of ghost shadows took advantage of the companion to attract everyone's attention and landed behind the person on the outermost side. The sharp ghost claws were about to grab it. The man had no time to use the red Qi to protect his body. With a puff sound, half of his scalp fell off and blood immediately flowed!

"Wow," the injured man roared, then raised the bronze sword in his hand and waved it randomly: "Damn it, I'll kill you, kill you!"

The ghost figure was instantly successful and would never eat gluttonous. He had already retreated more than ten feet with his companions, avoiding the fierce attack of the injured person.

Just because he couldn't swallow this breath, the injured man said with blood on his face: "Old Jing, I'm injured. I'm definitely not able to swallow this breath. I'm going to chase and kill those two bastards!"

"What a waste. Since you want to take revenge, I won't wait for you. Leave two people behind and deal with the ghosts with him. Hurry up and catch up with us later."

Because the injured person was Mr. Jing's confidant, he couldn't resist the other party's face, so he left two helpers and led the others to continue to rush forward.

Mr. Jing's more than ten men walked very quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye. At this moment, the injured man led two helpers to the direction where the ghosts fled.

"It hurts so much, these damn ghosts." The injured man chased and took out the hemorrhage-relieving medicine and applied it to his scalp. He shouted: "I caught the ghosts and must tear them to pieces!!"

A helper next to him said: "Brother Ding doesn't have to be angry. When we arrived at Sangzhu Village, we still peeled a few seven or eight-year-old kids alive, cooked their hearts and their meat and wine, what do you think?"

The man named Ding immediately shouted when he heard this, "Good idea, it's better to catch a few more, and destroy those ghosts first...well?!"

When Ding said this, he was stunned. He said loudly: "Brothers, we clearly saw the two ghosts fleeing here just now, why are they missing now?"

Hearing the other party's questioning, the two people who followed him looked at each other. They looked around and could not find the ghost.

"Damn it, it's so unlucky!" The Ding, who was surnamed Ding, slammed the bronze sword in his palm into the ground. He shouted loudly: "Damn ghost, you get out immediately-"

"Wuwuwu--" When he said this, he was about to say that, a ghost roar sounded, and a helper in the light red spiritual energy realm suddenly felt a sudden storm behind him. He was about to turn around to fight, but the other party reached out to the wind-holding claws and swept across the boy's neck with a puff!
Chapter completed!