Chapter 479
Fox beaver, Wan Jirong and others first reacted. They looked at each other and nodded to each other, as if they had a good heart.
Nie Tian saw a message from their eyes: kill!
The killing intention was transferred to Ye Lao for the first time.
Old Ye is not a fool. Of course, seeing the changes in the forces of all parties, he laughed wildly: "this flower is a strange flower. Everyone wants it. In that case, let's fight!"
Tianming Lingshen, just feel the extreme power of heaven and earth from a distance, that is, the feeling of worship. Which of the more than 30 martial artists present doesn't want to have it?
"Ye Lingyun! You're still as crazy as before!" Wan Jirong looked directly at Ye Lao, opened his mouth with a dark smile, and there were dark gold characters all over his body, connected into an aperture and surrounded his body.
"Lock! Reverse! Cut! Ban! Bite! Kill!" the whole six dark gold characters seem to have life around wanjirong.
"Wan Jirong, it's really you! I didn't expect you were still around the ghost after so many years." old Ye seemed to recognize Wan Jirong and smiled coldly without fear.
"This is..." Gu Zhui, the external elder of the ancient family, saw the dark gold characters around Wan Jirong, his face was frightened and his voice trembled: "six character ghost word skill!"
"Hmm?" Wan Jirong was slightly surprised and sneered: "unexpectedly, there are still people who can recognize the six character ghost language, so I'll sacrifice you to the ghost first! Lock!"
A lock word, the voice fell, and the lock word ghost word suddenly emitted a dark light. It suddenly raided Gu Zhui, like a black snake, and locked him firmly.
"Cut!" at the next moment, before Gu Zhui had any reaction, Wan Jirong's voice sounded again, and the ghost word of cutting shot a black awn, like wind and electricity.
"Shua!" a blood light came out in the air, and Gu Zhui's head flew up, with endless fear and despair in his eyes.
The dignified elder outside the ancient family, a strong man in Shenlun territory, had no power to fight back. He was beheaded directly and died under the six character ghost word skill.
"What a terrible ghost word!" all the martial artists felt a burst of cold and their faces were as stiff as ice.
"Ancient elder!" Gu Qiulong responded after a long time, wailing, extremely sad.
The ancient family, one of the four aristocratic families, was killed in this way. Gu Qiulong's heart was like a knife.
"Get away, little mole ant, I'm not interested in you for the time being!" Wan Jirong said coldly, just shook his hand gently, and knocked the ancient hill dragon out.
"Asshole!" Gu Qiulin's figure appeared and roared angrily, "do you know that we are from the ancient family, the four aristocratic families, can you afford to offend?"
"Death!" just as the frantic voice fell, a cold figure flew past. It was one of the four disciples around Wan Jirong.
The ghost like figure flew by. Gu Qiulin only felt the cold in his neck and the blood gushed out. He looked painfully and opened his mouth. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't shout out half a word. His figure was like a broken kite and fell down quickly.
"Qiu Lin!" after losing two relatives in succession, Gu Qiulong was in great pain and desperately wanted to rush out.
"Death!" another figure behind Wan Jirong flew out, and the long sword soared into the air, straight to the heart of Guqiu dragon!
"Boom!" at the critical moment, a huge sword cut down and forcibly blocked the figure, saving Guqiu dragon's life.
"Gu Qiulong! Calm down!" Nie Tian was the one who took the shot. He grabbed Gu Qiulong and looked frighteningly calm.
"Lord Nie Tian!" Gu Qiulong wailed and burst into tears.
Nie Tian looked at the man who was more beautiful than a woman and looked dignified.
Who is wan Jirong? Even the people of the ancient family dare to kill. They don't pay attention to the four aristocratic families at all!
Wan Jirong didn't go to Guan Nie Tian and others. Yin Xie's eyes always focused on Ye Lao. Even if he glanced at the people once, he said expressionless, "today, you all have to die!"
When the cold threat fell, everyone felt a gloomy cold and entered the body.
Her strength is too strange to compete.
"Wan Jirong, the arrogant person is you!" at this time, old Ye's voice sounded and Ling ran said, "you were defeated by me, but now you are still not my opponent!"
Haoran's voice fell, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.
People's faces softened a little when they thought of the arrogant sword.
"Really?" Wan Jirong raised his mouth obliquely and smiled: "Ye Lingyun, the iron rope of the God of death is still on you. You can't break the curse left by the Lord of the pavilion in this life! This seat is already a six fold warrior of the divine wheel, and you are just a triple cultivation of the divine wheel. Moreover, in this secret realm, your strength can only play to the five fold of the real yuan at most. How can you fight me!"
The frantic voice fell, and WAN Jirong's exquisite face became ferocious. There was no sense of beauty anymore, which made people feel deadly terror.
"Pavilion master?" Nie Tian was slightly stunned, and all the questions in his heart suddenly opened up at this moment.
Before coming to the chaotic city, Nie Tian once heard that the chaotic city may be the location of Ling Xuantian Pavilion.
At this time, hearing the address of the pavilion Lord from the vice mayor of wanjirong, a chaotic city, is tantamount to directly pointing out that the chaotic city is the nest of Ling Xuantian Pavilion.
The mysterious Lord of the chaotic city that has never appeared is the Lord of lingxuantian Pavilion!
What Nie Tian didn't expect was that the seal of the spell on old ye came from the leader of Ling Xuantian Pavilion!
It turns out that the "good brother" in old Ye's mouth is the leader of the first killer organization in the 3000 small world and the leader of lingxuantian Pavilion.
Although I don't know what hatred Ye Lao had with the mysterious Pavilion leader, Nie Tian knows that this hatred must be immortal!
"Wan Jirong, are you really so confident?" Ye Laoling was fearless, and the two chains of death behind him flew in the air, making him look very domineering.
Wan Jirong smiled and said, "since we have identified ourselves, all the people present have to die!"
Having demonstrated his identity as Ling Xuantian Pavilion, Wan Jirong made the ultimate decision: kill everyone!
Nie Tian's eyes coagulated slightly. Although wanjirong's strength is Shenlun Liuzhong, she is also suppressed by prohibition, and her strength can only reach Zhenyuan Wuzhong. Why do you dare to be so confident and kill all the people here.
"Is her six character ghost speech not affected by the prohibition?" Nie Tian thought of the scene that Wan Jirong killed the ancient family elders just now, which was completely torture and killing, and it didn't seem to be a duel between the martial arts of the same level.
"Fox little beaver, your eye of Xi trace has opened. It's time for it to see the sun." Wan Jirong looked at the fox little beaver around her and raised a yin and evil smile around her mouth.
"My Lord, the little beaver is ready!" the fox little beaver no longer has any cover up. The veil on his face is lifted. On his beautiful and exquisite face, his bright eyes like blood appear and suddenly open!
Nie Tian saw a message from their eyes: kill!
The killing intention was transferred to Ye Lao for the first time.
Old Ye is not a fool. Of course, seeing the changes in the forces of all parties, he laughed wildly: "this flower is a strange flower. Everyone wants it. In that case, let's fight!"
Tianming Lingshen, just feel the extreme power of heaven and earth from a distance, that is, the feeling of worship. Which of the more than 30 martial artists present doesn't want to have it?
"Ye Lingyun! You're still as crazy as before!" Wan Jirong looked directly at Ye Lao, opened his mouth with a dark smile, and there were dark gold characters all over his body, connected into an aperture and surrounded his body.
"Lock! Reverse! Cut! Ban! Bite! Kill!" the whole six dark gold characters seem to have life around wanjirong.
"Wan Jirong, it's really you! I didn't expect you were still around the ghost after so many years." old Ye seemed to recognize Wan Jirong and smiled coldly without fear.
"This is..." Gu Zhui, the external elder of the ancient family, saw the dark gold characters around Wan Jirong, his face was frightened and his voice trembled: "six character ghost word skill!"
"Hmm?" Wan Jirong was slightly surprised and sneered: "unexpectedly, there are still people who can recognize the six character ghost language, so I'll sacrifice you to the ghost first! Lock!"
A lock word, the voice fell, and the lock word ghost word suddenly emitted a dark light. It suddenly raided Gu Zhui, like a black snake, and locked him firmly.
"Cut!" at the next moment, before Gu Zhui had any reaction, Wan Jirong's voice sounded again, and the ghost word of cutting shot a black awn, like wind and electricity.
"Shua!" a blood light came out in the air, and Gu Zhui's head flew up, with endless fear and despair in his eyes.
The dignified elder outside the ancient family, a strong man in Shenlun territory, had no power to fight back. He was beheaded directly and died under the six character ghost word skill.
"What a terrible ghost word!" all the martial artists felt a burst of cold and their faces were as stiff as ice.
"Ancient elder!" Gu Qiulong responded after a long time, wailing, extremely sad.
The ancient family, one of the four aristocratic families, was killed in this way. Gu Qiulong's heart was like a knife.
"Get away, little mole ant, I'm not interested in you for the time being!" Wan Jirong said coldly, just shook his hand gently, and knocked the ancient hill dragon out.
"Asshole!" Gu Qiulin's figure appeared and roared angrily, "do you know that we are from the ancient family, the four aristocratic families, can you afford to offend?"
"Death!" just as the frantic voice fell, a cold figure flew past. It was one of the four disciples around Wan Jirong.
The ghost like figure flew by. Gu Qiulin only felt the cold in his neck and the blood gushed out. He looked painfully and opened his mouth. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't shout out half a word. His figure was like a broken kite and fell down quickly.
"Qiu Lin!" after losing two relatives in succession, Gu Qiulong was in great pain and desperately wanted to rush out.
"Death!" another figure behind Wan Jirong flew out, and the long sword soared into the air, straight to the heart of Guqiu dragon!
"Boom!" at the critical moment, a huge sword cut down and forcibly blocked the figure, saving Guqiu dragon's life.
"Gu Qiulong! Calm down!" Nie Tian was the one who took the shot. He grabbed Gu Qiulong and looked frighteningly calm.
"Lord Nie Tian!" Gu Qiulong wailed and burst into tears.
Nie Tian looked at the man who was more beautiful than a woman and looked dignified.
Who is wan Jirong? Even the people of the ancient family dare to kill. They don't pay attention to the four aristocratic families at all!
Wan Jirong didn't go to Guan Nie Tian and others. Yin Xie's eyes always focused on Ye Lao. Even if he glanced at the people once, he said expressionless, "today, you all have to die!"
When the cold threat fell, everyone felt a gloomy cold and entered the body.
Her strength is too strange to compete.
"Wan Jirong, the arrogant person is you!" at this time, old Ye's voice sounded and Ling ran said, "you were defeated by me, but now you are still not my opponent!"
Haoran's voice fell, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.
People's faces softened a little when they thought of the arrogant sword.
"Really?" Wan Jirong raised his mouth obliquely and smiled: "Ye Lingyun, the iron rope of the God of death is still on you. You can't break the curse left by the Lord of the pavilion in this life! This seat is already a six fold warrior of the divine wheel, and you are just a triple cultivation of the divine wheel. Moreover, in this secret realm, your strength can only play to the five fold of the real yuan at most. How can you fight me!"
The frantic voice fell, and WAN Jirong's exquisite face became ferocious. There was no sense of beauty anymore, which made people feel deadly terror.
"Pavilion master?" Nie Tian was slightly stunned, and all the questions in his heart suddenly opened up at this moment.
Before coming to the chaotic city, Nie Tian once heard that the chaotic city may be the location of Ling Xuantian Pavilion.
At this time, hearing the address of the pavilion Lord from the vice mayor of wanjirong, a chaotic city, is tantamount to directly pointing out that the chaotic city is the nest of Ling Xuantian Pavilion.
The mysterious Lord of the chaotic city that has never appeared is the Lord of lingxuantian Pavilion!
What Nie Tian didn't expect was that the seal of the spell on old ye came from the leader of Ling Xuantian Pavilion!
It turns out that the "good brother" in old Ye's mouth is the leader of the first killer organization in the 3000 small world and the leader of lingxuantian Pavilion.
Although I don't know what hatred Ye Lao had with the mysterious Pavilion leader, Nie Tian knows that this hatred must be immortal!
"Wan Jirong, are you really so confident?" Ye Laoling was fearless, and the two chains of death behind him flew in the air, making him look very domineering.
Wan Jirong smiled and said, "since we have identified ourselves, all the people present have to die!"
Having demonstrated his identity as Ling Xuantian Pavilion, Wan Jirong made the ultimate decision: kill everyone!
Nie Tian's eyes coagulated slightly. Although wanjirong's strength is Shenlun Liuzhong, she is also suppressed by prohibition, and her strength can only reach Zhenyuan Wuzhong. Why do you dare to be so confident and kill all the people here.
"Is her six character ghost speech not affected by the prohibition?" Nie Tian thought of the scene that Wan Jirong killed the ancient family elders just now, which was completely torture and killing, and it didn't seem to be a duel between the martial arts of the same level.
"Fox little beaver, your eye of Xi trace has opened. It's time for it to see the sun." Wan Jirong looked at the fox little beaver around her and raised a yin and evil smile around her mouth.
"My Lord, the little beaver is ready!" the fox little beaver no longer has any cover up. The veil on his face is lifted. On his beautiful and exquisite face, his bright eyes like blood appear and suddenly open!
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