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

"Either leave, leave now! Or, come with me and drive all these warriors to the altar!"

Wumian finally dropped such a sentence coldly.

In front of him, a large number of ordinary spiritual power practitioners who were sent to death surged like livestock.

"No! I, Ao Junxie, will never do such a thing! Even if I die, I will fight until I fall down, even if I face the most powerful enemy!

Wumian, this is the difference between me and you, and it is also the difference between Fengyun Continent and the ancient evil land clan! "[

Looking at the purple altars falling into the melting furnace with screams in the distance, the ordinary Fengyun Continent warriors fell down one by one. Ao Junxie has slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist. This time, no one Stop him, and no one can stop him.

If it was said that the provocation by the two temple guards was still an impulse to swallow a breath of anger, then now, he has already thought it through!

"You're right! I also admire your loyalty, but... righteousness can't solve anything! The weak eat the strong, to survive, you have to give up something..."

Looking at Ao Junxie whose gaze was determined, Wu Mian became a little hesitant for a while,

Facing the trampling of the Temple of Light, he endured the humiliation and obeyed in order to keep the lifeblood of the Xie Land clan. However, when he saw the behavior of Ao Junxie, who was much weaker than himself, like moths to the flame, a kind of The fear and timidity he had never experienced in his life suddenly made his heart beat violently.

Wumian must admit that this kind of enthusiasm and aura has really disappeared for many years in the seemingly powerful evil land clan!

Behind the last group of warriors, they were driven by hundreds of evil land sects all in black, and slowly walked towards the hell-like altar on the top of the Black Rock Peak.

Soon, there were only a few figures, three big and one small, standing alone on the spot.

There was no one around.The vision of the white-robed warriors standing high in the Temple of Light was quickly occupied by Ao Junxie, Feng Qingkuang, and Ming Qianhe.

At this moment, Qingkuang has gently grasped the body of the stringed ink piano behind his back with one hand.Looking up, the sky has become faintly white, and most of the stars have disappeared, only a few biggest and brightest stars are still shining brightly.

It's almost dawn, and I don't know if the Beastmaster and his clansmen have arrived at the gate of darkness...

Qingkuang secretly planned the time agreed with the Warcraft Clan.He carefully watched the scene in front of him.

Beside the altar filled with purple light, a huge pearl and jade staff suddenly rose up. It was a gesture made by the elder. Soon, the last team of human warriors who had reached the edge of the altar stopped.

In order to ensure the safety of the last moment, the elder of the temple must be careful about every detail he suspects.

"Who are you! Why did you come to the portal of darkness, say!"

On the high platform, the white-haired elder with a pair of demonic blue pupils stared fixedly at Ao Junxie and his party who were isolated behind the crowd, and asked straightforwardly.

Undoubtedly, based on the elder's knowledge, at this moment, he already knew very well that these three people were definitely not the newcomers of the evil land, as Wumian said.

But this time, Wumian, and all the clansmen of the evil land under him, never made a single sound.