Beast Master Xuannv

A trace of cruelty flashed in Que Ye's golden eyes, and slowly raised his slender, white hand, the back of his hand that was hit on the ground just now was still bleeding, drop by drop fell to the ground, and blood-red man beads immediately bloomed Sahua.

The red manjusawa represents death.

Her blood calls death...

The white right hand was raised up, forming a claw, and scratched towards the sky.

Suddenly, an invisible energy in the sky seemed to be caught, and a thick black mist with a faint blood red color appeared.

In an instant, a dark curtain fell between the heaven and the earth, and there was a drowsy, eerie cry of ghosts.

The dead air shrouded it, it was the dead air gathered from the unjust deaths of thousands of people who died unjustly!

I don't know who screamed out: "Quick, quick, stop her, she wants to kill us!"

There was a moment of silence on the field, and then the people of the Kazama family acted first, the four major families and the royal family were naturally adapting to the situation, and the people of their own country, of course, had to cover up, and they would never attack until the last moment.

The members of the Kazama family gathered all their true qi, preparing to attack with all their strength to prevent Que Ye from continuing to summon the dead qi.

However, only Feng Jianjiu stood leisurely on the sword, shaking his head and sighing, playing with the dark green flute in his hand constantly. At this moment, he was at war with heaven and man in his heart, wondering whether he should blow the flute and summon which mysterious race to save his life?

But that race can only be summoned once. Wouldn't it be a pity to use this only one time here?

Hey --- Kazama Jiu sighed again, raised his eyes and glanced at Que Ye, the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw it.

I saw that Que Ye didn't even look at the dozens of monks from the Kazama family besieging, but his golden eyes rolled, his red lips moved, and a divine voice sounded like a voice floating from the supreme peak The faint words that came.

"Use my blood to take the souls of living beings like you."

At the end of the sentence, it is like a death order from the King of Hades. If the King of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, you will never live until the fifth watch.

In an instant, the dozens of monks who besieged Que Ye were all silent, and before they even had time to shout, they all choked and fell vertically.

From the bodies of these dozens of monks, milky white souls were pulled out one by one, attracted by an invisible suction.

Their faces are distorted, and they are trying their best to resist the suction, because they know that as long as they are sucked away by that suction, their souls will be trapped forever, and they will endure endless torture life after life.

But their struggle was in vain, they were quickly sucked away and flew towards Que Ye, but it was not Que Ye who absorbed their souls, but the Manzhushahua produced from Que Ye's blood.

The red petals of Manzhushahua opened and closed, and the milky white soul body was sucked into the stamens. Suddenly, the red petals became more bright red, as if they could bleed.

Feng Jianjiu became even more entangled, this woman is really unreasonable, she won't let anyone beat her, she just sent someone to see Hades, she couldn't help but get a layer of cold sweat on her back, it seems that calling that race can't beat her...

During this entanglement, the four major families and the royal family burst into cheers, and the Kazama family just moved their mouths like this and wiped out the whole family. So, can the White Tiger Empire also let Que Ye move his mouth and disappear?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, the White Tiger Empire's mouth was gone, so on the Immortal Demon Continent, if Que Ye moved his mouth, the Xuanwu Empire would dominate?

Haha, happy people, happy people!

"Que Zhou! Que Zhou! Que Zhou!..."

At this time, there was a roar of cheers on the ancient arena.

Que Ye still had no expression on his face, his half-cracked face turned around, looking ruthlessly at the cheering crowd.

Are you going to die?