409 Blooddeb (1/2)
The peaks are already completely broken. The original snow peaks of thousands of feet high have collapsed. Even the snow that Kunlun has not stopped all the year-round has stopped.
The black aperture finally dispersed a few times, and the aftermath of the previous light group began to gradually subsidize.
Over the main Kunlun main peak, Yao Ba still emits black light, covering the entire Kunlun Mountains, and the triumphant laughter echoes between the heavens and the earth.
”Han Xiu, you are finally dead!”
”Good to die! What a wonderful death! ”
”century! For a hundred years! I wanted to kill you all the time! ”
”Finally! Too much hate! ”
”Ha ha ha ha...!”
”...”
Yao Ba, with the sound of triumphant laughter, came out sentence by sentence.
At this time, outside the Kunlun Mountains, the mountains in the north.
The drunken madman kneeling on the ground at the top of the mountain stood up slowly, his left hand holding the hilt of Kunlun Shangqing sword in front of him. In his eyes, there was a mad flame of revenge!
The Qing Daqian sword array has disappeared, and they... don't need to wait any longer.
”Kunlun disciples listened to orders.”
The wine madman looked at the Kunlun Peak, which was covered with black light, and the voice of grief and infusion perfused cultivation.
”Yes lord!”
The 80,000 Kunlun disciples behind him were also angry and shouted in unison.
The red eyes of the wine madman are like taking a fire, only...saying a word!
His first order!
”kill!”
Sound with perfusion cultivation was astounding!
”kill!”
”kill! kill! ! ”
”kill!!!”
The 80,000 Kunlun disciples are all like crazy, they are rushing toward the Kunlun Mountains and rushing towards their homes!
A stream of light enters the Kunlun Mountains.
When they stepped into the territory of Kunlun Mountain, the 80,000 Kunlun disciples were shrouded in black light.
Every disciple who stepped in was able to discover that when they entered, the moment of the black light shrouded, the spiritual power of the body was completely sealed.
What does this mean, they are all clear.
The cultivator loses its spiritual power, and it is no different from a mortal. It is tantamount to killing themselves by fighting those unknown monsters.
however…
Whether it is a wine madman, whether it is Zhao Wenhan, whether it is Fu Yuanchao, whether it is an elder of Kunlun Mountain, any ordinary disciple.
Eighty thousand disciples, no one stopped!
With a wave of full anger, rushed toward the main peak of Kunlun.
Can't fly.
Then go on foot!
Can not use the technique.
Then cut it with a sword!
kill!
kill! !
”Revenge for the owner!
Killed this group of bitches!
Kunlun is our home!
Recapture our home!”
The killing sound of the 80,000 disciples trembled the world, and even the peaks of the Kunlun Mountains were able to hear the sounds from the periphery.
”A group of idiots and ants are weak, and this loss of spiritual power is tantamount to death.”
Yao Ba glanced at the outskirts of the Kunlun Mountains, snorted, said casually.
”My king, you don't need to worry about these ants, just left them to me.”