Emperor of Death

Chapter 725 One shot

The ancient trees on the green hills are full of greenery, the flowers are gorgeous, and the birds and monkeys are singing.

In this beautiful mountain forest scenery, there is the mountain gate of Ziguangzong. The entire mountain gate is located on the top of the mountain, and there is a stone road from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain stood a big stone, engraved on the big stone were the three purple characters of Ziguangzong, which looked like flying dragons and phoenixes.

At the top of the mountain, there are magnificent palaces all over the place, and there is a huge square in front of the buildings.

The fiery sun shone on the square, making people subconsciously feel hot. The disciples of Ziguangzong were discussing and practicing in the square. Occasionally, there would be high-level teachers coming in and out. If they were in a good mood, they would even guide the disciples in their cultivation. .

At the edge of the square, a wooden pillar was erected, and a woman in black was tied to the wooden pillar. This woman had scars all over her body, and her face was even more blue and purple.

Under the scorching sun, the disciples of Purple Light Sect need to replenish water from time to time, but the woman on the top of the mountain didn't care about him at all, let alone feed him water.

The disciples who entered the Purple Light Sect had more or less arrogance on their faces. This was the pride of being a disciple of the sect. As one of the best sects within a thousand li radius, the disciples of the Purple Light Sect had such confidence.

"The woman who killed the young master, I really don't know where he got the courage." Someone passed by the square and subconsciously sneered after seeing Chang Baihui.

A woman said viciously: "Looking at her face like this, I know that she is a vixen, she must have failed to seduce the young master, so she held a grudge and hurt the young master."

"This woman is very stubborn. I don't know if she can still have such toughness after being exposed to the sun for three days?"

"Poor man." Someone said in a very low voice, but the voice of the person who said this was very small, and he left in a hurry after saying a word, for fear of being heard.

The crowd who came and went was talking, most of them were mocking and laughing, praying that when they mocked Chang Baihui, they would be seen by the suzerain or the suzerain's wife and remembered by them. For ordinary disciples, An appreciation from the suzerain can save them decades of struggle.

From the beginning to the end, Chang Baihui's eyes were icy cold, as if it was not his body that was being tortured, like a zombie, he could not feel the pain from his body.

With the sun exposure and the continuous loss of physical strength, Chang Baihui's eyes seemed to become colder.

"Ah!" A middle-aged woman rushed out of the sect, rushed towards Chang Baihui like a madman, let out a shrill cry, and then rushed to the front of Chang Baihui, slamming the whip in her hand down.

"Why, why are you so cruel, you pay back my son's life."

"Papa papa!" The long whip waved, but Chang Baihui remained indifferent.

Countless disciples watched all this silently, not only did no one sympathize with them, on the contrary, many people were gloating.

The middle-aged woman took out a sharp dagger with a cold light, then looked at Chang Baihui and said coldly: "Little bitch, I'm going to scratch your face, so that after you die, you will go to hell and become an ugly monster." .”

The middle-aged woman approached with a dagger in her hand, with a ferocious smile on her face, and said viciously to Chang Baihui: "Little bitch, why, why are you so ruthless? If you followed me back then, it would be you luck."

Chang Baihui sneered and sneered, "I didn't kill her, but you killed her. Without your stupid favor, he wouldn't die."

"You, you bitch, you still dare to talk sweetly. Watch me tear your face apart." The middle-aged woman stabbed Chang Baihui's face fiercely with a dagger.

Above the middle-aged woman's head, a voice suddenly shouted angrily: "Shrex, dare you!"

The middle-aged woman looked up subconsciously, but saw a figure in the sky smashing down in her direction like a meteorite. The person was still in the sky, so she pointed her finger down, and a khaki-yellow aura shot down. To the middle-aged woman.

"Women be careful!" A middle-aged master hurriedly took the middle-aged woman's hand, and slid quickly to the distance, dodging the blow.

"Boom!" The figure hit the ground where the middle-aged woman was standing, and the ground was cracked.

"Baihui, I'm here." It was a fat figure, not tall, but now his face was distorted by anger, like a ferocious beast.

Chang Baihui raised his eyelids, looked at the little fat man in front of him, with a gratified smile on his face: "Is it just you?"

"Of course not!" The little fat man said grimly, "Look above your head."

Above his head, a black figure stood in the sky. He held a silver gun in his right hand. The sky, which was originally scorching sun, seemed to be chilled because of his appearance.

In the windless sky, his robe and long hair were stirring in the sky. On his silver gun, a dazzling silver light slowly emerged. As the silver light continued to bloom, the silver gun emitted light. Increasingly frightening volatility.

A sharp breath exudes in the sky, and the sharpness of the king of soldiers is slowly displayed in the sky at this moment.

Everyone looked up at the sky subconsciously, and even the ferocious middle-aged woman raised her head and stared blankly above her head, amazed by the silver gun in the hands of the man in black.

Countless Purple Light Sect disciples looked at this figure and subconsciously felt ashamed. Countless women stared blankly at the sky, impressed by this figure.

It seems that every move contains the power of heaven and earth, and it suffocates the void.

The silver gun moved.

Stab down hard.

"Bold!" In the main hall of Ziguangzong, a master of King Wu felt the crisis, broke through the roof and rushed into the sky, but what greeted him was Yechen's spear.

Streams of silver streamer flowed out of the silver guns, like a meteor shower falling downwards. Just as King Wu flew up into the sky, he was stabbed to pieces by the streamer of silver light, and then turned into sections of remnants strangled under the streamer. Blood rained down.

Yechen's voice sounded slowly, resounding through the sky like a demon god: "The streamer condenses, break!"

The long spears finally came out, and behind the streamer, a dazzling light turned into a phantom of a silver spear, as if a god held a silver spear and pierced fiercely into the main hall of Ziguangzong.

"Boom!" A huge phantom of the silver gun was inserted into the main hall of Ziguangzong, and the sharp silver gun light exploded like a spreading lightning. The whole hall was turned into ruins under Yechen's shot, showing a A huge sinkhole.

Countless people opened their mouths wide and stared at this scene dumbfounded. Everyone was suffocated by this shot.

The black figure in the sky, pressing down on everyone's heads like a demon god, made people feel a deep sense of fear.

(End of this chapter)