The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

Seeing the concern in Qing Kuang's eyes, Ao Junxie took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. book>

The flow of people was extremely fast, and after five quarters of an hour, they finally set foot on the top of the black mountain.

The peak appears to be very vast, covering a huge area, and there is a huge palace in the center of the peak.

The palace is as high as a hundred feet, straight into the sky, the whole palace is full of rays of light, with thousands of auspicious colors, and milky white halos radiate out, it doesn't look like an evil place at all.

The palace that looked full of holiness and the black mountain looked out of place, as if they were two worlds, one was a terrifying hell, and the other was a paradise full of hope and yearning. [

If they hadn't just seen those people who had been refined with spiritual power and their corpses were swallowed by blood demons, no one would have thought that the place where the most evil holy king lived in the evil land lived.

Qing Kuang glanced around, and there were eighteen figures in white clothes with silver-white cloaks behind them standing around the palace.

The eighteen figures were like statues, standing motionless on both sides of the palace, with a faint dangerous aura emanating from their bodies.

The difference between them and the white-clothed warriors guarding both sides of the mountain is that they have an extra cloak behind them.

The ancient martial arts practitioners in their evil land handed over the captives to countless hands in white clothes, and brought them into the palace through white-clothed warriors. From time to time, white-clothed warriors would pull out corpses that had lost their vitality.

The four of them followed ancient martial arts practitioners from other evil places and stood on the huge square on the right side of the palace.

All the warriors of the evil land who delivered the captives stood on that side, and Qing Kuang recognized that Wumian was among them.

"You stop!"

Just as the four of them approached the square, an indifferent voice without a trace of human emotion sounded.

Qingkuang's tender body was slightly shaken, stopped in her tracks, and looked behind her.

I saw a warrior in white walking slowly, with a hint of arrogance on his indifferent face.

Qing Kuang didn't speak, but just looked at each other quietly. At this moment, they didn't even know how to address them, so it was the best choice not to speak.

"The four of you didn't bring back the tribute, you should go over there!" The white-clothed warrior looked at the four of them sarcastically, and pointed to the white-clothed warrior who was receiving the captives.

The meaning was obvious, since the four of them couldn't bring back the tribute, they could only stay and make the tribute themselves.

His mind turned wildly, and he seemed to understand what Wu Mian said that everyone is a prey.

That is, if the evil land can't bring back the prey, then they will become the prey.

"You..." Ao Junxie's eyes turned cold, and he wanted to make a move, but was interrupted by another voice.

"Master White-clothed Messenger, this is just a misunderstanding. They are my people, but they are left behind. Our tributes are very sufficient!" I saluted.

"Really!" The warrior in white took a scrutiny at Wumian, and after glancing at the four of them, he shook his head, "Forget it, anyway, you four wastes are nothing to the Holy King , let’s save it and look for tributes!” [

The messenger in white said, turned around and left without looking back.

The corner of Ao Junxie's mouth curled up into a weird smile as he watched from that haughty posture, and his white and slender palms kept loosening and clenching again.