The Unbeatable Emperor
chapter 198 massacre of martial masters

Luo Xiu laughed blankly, and Wu Xiu used to fight to kill.

If you want to kill others and seize their source of treasure, you must have the consciousness to be killed by others and seize the source of the treasure.

When you discover that you cannot defeat an opponent, you just want to beg for mercy, hoping the opponent can break away from you.How can there be so many good things in this world?

For a person like this, Luo Xiu was too lazy to speak senselessly.

"explosion!"

A ball of fire burned and rose, and the motionless black-clothed old man who was suppressed by Yan Yueer's aura instantly turned into a torch, shouting within the flames, and within a short time, was, it became a piece of ash, with no bones left. .

When Tao Qingyun saw this scene, the horror on her face suddenly became worse, but before she waited for more nonsense like begging for mercy, Luo Xiu let out a black flame.

Luo Xiu's Nether Death Flame merged with Xuxu Spirit Fire, burning Tao Qingyun's body into nothingness in the blink of an eye, leaving no ashes.

But the moment Tao Qingyun died, a light shot out from her body, and disappeared without a trace.

Luo Xiu quietly said a bad voice. There was clearly a limit in Tao Qingyun's body. Once he was killed, he would be known to the powerhouse of the Purple House Palace. Even the Purple Palace Palace Palace Master in the fourth realm Martial Sovereign already knew that his son was killed.

This was not the case when Tao Zuojun died, because the mysterious realm was isolated from the outside world, but the small world of this cave house was different, because the palace lord of the purple house was also here.

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At the foot of the Black Gold Mountain, the Palace Master of the Purple House trembled suddenly, and a fierce killing intent spread throughout his body.

All the martial kings beside him all looked at him, and saw that the palace lord of the Purple House had an extreme gloomy expression.

“Head of Palace from Purple House, what's up?”Yuan Cheng Wujun frowned and asked.

“A son of this palace was killed.” The Palace Master of the Purple Palace said grimly.

Although he has many children, not many achievers. Every child he bestows with young master status is the backbone of the future Zifu Palace. His goal of creating many children was to make the legacy of Zifu Palace immortal forever.

He was an outstanding martial artist, but someone dared to kill his son under his nose?

All the martial princes present looked at each other, and it was unclear if someone under his hands killed the young master of Zifu Palace.

“Do you know who did it?” Fan Tide asked casually.

The lord of the palace of the Purple House was enraged, but Fan Tide was a Tier 6 alchemy master. He wasn't too offended, so he shook his head, "If my palace were to find out, I wouldn't be so angry."

His son was killed, but I don't know who it was, I just know where he died, but now I can't go and investigate.

"Elder Wan, you go to this area to see what happens."

The owner of the Purple House Palace said to an old man next to him, this old man is the elder Wujun of the Purple Palace Palace Palace, named Wan Liancheng, who has the cultivation base of the Wujun dual realm.

And he himself would continue to stay here and explore the palace at the peak of the Black Gold Mountain.

"Yes!"

These ten thousand old men responded without hesitation, and even if he opened his body skills, he would, he quickly left the Black Gold Mountain Peak and rushed towards the place indicated by the Palace Master of the Purple House.

The arrangement by the palace lord of this Purple House made all the martial masters of the other forces frown, frowning, because the people who were exploring and experienced in this small world of cave houses were all people under the martial king of various powers, the Purple House Palace. A strong martial artist included it, and if he did anything against a martial king of another power, I was afraid that no one could resist him.

Thinking of this, all of you, Wujun, thought of one person, and that was Tianfeng Wujun, because among the twenty Wujun powerhouses, he was the only one who did not come with everyone.

The scope of this small world was not very large, with the speed of a Wujun level powerhouse, it only took a quarter of an hour to reach the place where Tao Qingyun was killed.

A powerful divine consciousness spread out and enveloped a distance that was almost thousands of meters away, and Wan Liancheng saw a piece of ash not far from there.

"Not a monster here, this is the work of another martial artist, and this is still a master level powerhouse!"

Wan Liancheng's face turned grim, as he felt a trace of Martial King's breath remaining in the surrounding air.

There were only twenty strong Wujun who entered the small world of Dongfu. Nineteen lived at the foot of the Black Gold Mountain. Only one Tianfeng Wujun did not follow. Who is the killer!

Wan Liancheng took out a voice transmission box and told his guess to the Palace Master of the Purple House.

The response from the Palace Master of the Purple House was also very simple, with just a single word, "Kill!"

Wan Liancheng had no doubts about the orders from the ruler of this palace, he kept the voice transmission box, and disappeared in its place after a glimpse of his figure.

The spiritual consciousness of a martial arts powerhouse was always in a free state. Once the spirit of a human warrior appeared in spiritual awareness, the Wanlian Achievement would instantly dart. As long as his opponent was not a disciple of Zifu Palace, he would instantly kill.

It didn't take long for him to have more than a dozen Wuxiu dead in his hands, Among them were the Royal Family of the Fan Family, the Xuanyang Sect and the masters of the Changhemen.

In the Purple Palace Palace Palace, Wan Lian's achievement was a sword in the hands of the Purple Palace Palace Palace Master, who had a completely unrivalled loyalty to the sect, killing viciously and ruthlessly.

In this way, while searching for the fourteenth person, Wan Liancheng locked onto two somewhat abnormal auras.

"Someone is here, really fast!"

Several hundred meters away, Luo Xiu's face slightly changed In his perception of life, a powerful and majestic breath of life ran towards him and Yan Yue'er at high speed.

According to the opponent's speed, it only took a few breaths to reach it.

"Is the martial king, not weaker than me!"

Yan Yue'er also felt the other party's breath, and her expression was a little serious.

Immediately, a middle-aged man wearing a purple shirt appeared before the two.

"Tianfeng Wujun, do you think that you can hide it from me by suppressing the breath at the Ninth Level of Refining Gods!"

Wan Liancheng seemed to be walking against the wind, as fast as a purple lightning.

He was carrying a bloodied dagger in his hand Before Luo Xiu and Yan Yue'er were found, the other dozens of martial artists had died in his hands.

"Ten thousand people slaughtered?"

When Luo Xiu saw this person, his heart was simply amazing. This is a strong man who cultivates ways of killing. There were many martial arts masters that died at his hands.

His killing intent was far greater than Luo Xiu's killing multiple times, I don't know how many masters would have to be killed to condense it.

He was wearing a purple shirt, blood all over his body, and Wan Liancheng's face was filled with murderous grins.

This person has the nickname "Ten Thousand Thousand Thousand People". He had been cultivating for over 1,300 years, and the number of people who died in Wan Liancheng had already exceeded 10,000 people.

It was also in the dual world of Martial Lord, but Yan Yue'er's aura was much weaker than this Wan Liancheng.

In terms of individual combat power, even a genuine Xuanyang elder was not the opponent of 10,000 people.

More than 300 years ago, the death of old man Yan Yue'er contained the shadow of the slaughter of thousands of people. If not for Zifu Palace's fear of the sixth level alchemy masters of the Fan family, the entire Yan family might have been slaughtered by thousands of people over 300 years ago.

Needless to say, Wan Liancheng had already started directly.With the blood-colored dagger shot on his hand, a huge blood-red substance of killing intent rushed out, rushing out, it turned into a blood red vortex above Yan Yue'er's head.

"Feitian Huofeng!"

Yan Yueer took out a fire war spear, and flames emerged from thin air, turned into spear lights and rushed into the blood-colored vortex, breaking it into pieces.

However, their cultivation base was similar, but there was a huge gap in their strength Wan Liancheng raised his hand, and the gang of blood-red killing swords slashed towards Yan Yue'er.

The majestic killing intent was solidified within the bloody sword gang, and this killing intent impacted the soul of consciousness.Even if Yan Yueer developed a soul cultivation technique, she was affected by this terrifying killing intent, which was very powerful, and his face turned pale.

In just one face to face, he was suppressed by Wan Liancheng, and he was afraid that he would lose without some movement, and he was not his opponent at all.

"Luo Xiu, you go first!"

Yan Yueer shouted loudly, she knew that she was not Wan Liancheng's opponent, and only hoped that she could fight the opponent for a while, so that Luo Xiu could retreat safely.

"How can I leave you here alone."

Detective Luo Xiu grabbed his hand, and the Tongxuan Tiger Tooth Sword fell into his hands, and the killer sword martial arts and death martial arts exploded together, all of them being very powerful, and the true essence of life and death turned to the extreme.

"The Necromancer Sword Sen Luo!"

Xuantian being twenty-four times the strength, coupled with the strength of a king-level battle body, Luo Xiu slashed down with a sword, and a terrifying breath of death spread out, and the soaring lower flames turned into a huge skull, tearing it towards Wanlian. Bite down.

"Tier nine martial arts?"

Wan Liancheng's complexion changed slightly, and what surprised him the most was not the rank nine martial art displayed by Luo Xiu, either, but the aura that erupted from him at this moment.This level of aura was almost comparable to the powerhouse of the late Martial King.

But his own cultivation base was only for the Nine Layers of Gods.

How could a Wuzong who had refined the nine levels of gods explode with a momentum comparable to that of the late King Wu?

Although Wan Liancheng did not pay attention to the extent of this attack, he did not dare to be hit like this, so he had to take back the sword that hit Yan Yue'er, and the bloody sword gang exploded towards that huge black. Fire skull.

the explosion!

The space around him was greatly distorted, and the black flame skull was instantly crushed by the blood-colored sword gang, and black sparks splashed out and flew.

The Scarlet Sword Gang only paused for a moment, then suddenly turned into streams of light and slashed towards Luo Xiu.

“Be careful!” Yan Yueer's face was pale, the attack from the strong Wujun was no trivial matter, he didn't think Luo Xiu could withstand it.

puff!

A burst of blood splashed, and Luo Xiu's body flew up, hitting the rock hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

At the time of his death, he dodged a vital point and was struck by a horde of bloody swords on the right part of his body.The large wound, extending from the shoulders to the thighs, bled and wetted the black robe.

"Ahem ... The strong man is very strong."

At this moment, Luo Xiu completely understood how lucky it was to be able to hurt Elder Xuanyang Without the influence of any external factors, he could not withstand the usual attacks of a Wujun-level powerhouse.

Perhaps it could withstand this blow by displaying a life and death seal from the heavens, but if he wanted to use this seal, it would at least take two breaths to seal the seal, and for these two breaths, it would take at least two breaths, opponents can kill me many times.

"This is actually the flesh of a king-level battle body?"

Wan Liancheng frowned, and looked extremely dissatisfied as he was unable to slash and destroy subtlety with just a single sword.

Yan Yueer sighed in relief when she saw Luo Xiu was only injured and had no worries of life, but her expression became tense.

the explosion!

Hotter flames bloomed on Yan Yueer's body.

The aura on his body skyrocketed in this short period of time, behind him, a winged phoenix spread a mysterious and ancient aura.

"Burning blood?"

Disciple Wan Liancheng shrank, "No, this breath is not true, is it true that the rumors are true? ..."