Wu Po Jiuxiao

One Thousand 180 Seven Chapters Killing Without Limits

Above the void, a row of huge jade stones are slowly floating there, with supreme numbers on them, and various names of people are engraved on them.

And under the engraved name, there are all kinds of numbers, and the dense numbers look very scary.

There will be a red and a black mark under each person's name.

Many people have already appeared black marks at this time.

Red stands for survival, black stands for fall!

The fall of death was not surprising to Wu Xiu at all, it was even commonplace.

But now the eleven elders and many strong men are all looking there.

I saw that on it, a name named Ye Fantian had already exuded scarlet brilliance.

"760 three..."

An old man with long red hair spoke slowly.

This person is one of these eleven people. Although he looks extremely skinny, there is a kind of obscure trace lingering on him at this time. Afterwards, the fluctuations occurred.

Under these fluctuations, countless lines are flickering. This is a strong man, a terrifying strong man. If you look closely, you can see that the vague supernatural powers have evolved into various illusions.

The powerful man of the Mahayana gods!

Only a powerful Mahayana god can show such a gesture!

"King of Slaughter, this guy is probably a King of Slaughter!"

Among the eleven people, someone spoke again, and this person was a young man.

But in the eyes of the other party, there is a trace of mysterious fluctuations, as if it is a cosmic starry sky surrounded by countless shackles, very mysterious and mysterious.

"Hmph...but it will also become the object of hatred of most big clans!"

A middle-aged man with long green hair smiled coldly.

The other party's appearance carried a heroic aura, which was an aura of unscrupulous means to achieve the goal.

It's hard to get too much affection for this guy with his hooked nose.

But after this person's words were finished, many people agreed.

"Ye Fantian...what is the origin of this person?"

An old man said slowly.

The vicissitudes of life on this old man's face seem to have endless stories, but what is even more frightening is the vast aura on his body, which looks as if he is looking at a universe formed by shackles, mysterious and mysterious very.

"Old ancestor, I seem to have some impression of this person..."

Standing among the surrounding crowd, a young man in his 30s spoke slowly.

"Ye Shaota, do you know this person?"

The old man said slowly.

And the eyes looked towards the young man.

If Ye Fantian were here, he would have cried out in surprise, because this person named Ye Shaota was none other than Ye Fantian, who fought against Nazang Xuankong in the Ye clan's war clan division. At the time, the strong man who made the shot.

"Yes, this person is a disciple of our Ye Clan's War Clan. Although he is only a branch disciple, this person's strength is never weaker..." Chapter 180 Seven Killing Limits

Above the void, a row of huge jade stones are slowly floating there, with supreme numbers on them, and various names of people are engraved on them.

And under the engraved name, there are all kinds of numbers, and the dense numbers look very scary.

There will be a red and a black mark under each person's name.

Many people have already appeared black marks at this time.

Red stands for survival, black stands for fall!

The fall of death was not surprising to Wu Xiu at all, it was even commonplace.

But now the eleven elders and many strong men are all looking there.

I saw that on it, a name named Ye Fantian had already exuded scarlet brilliance.

"760 three..."

An old man with long red hair spoke slowly.

This person is one of these eleven people. Although he looks extremely skinny, there is a kind of obscure trace lingering on him at this time. Afterwards, the fluctuations occurred.

Under these fluctuations, countless lines are flickering. This is a strong man, a terrifying strong man. If you look closely, you can see that the vague supernatural powers have evolved into various illusions.

The powerful man of the Mahayana gods!

Only a powerful Mahayana god can show such a gesture!

"King of Slaughter, this guy is probably a King of Slaughter!"

Among the eleven people, someone spoke again, and this person was a young man.

But in the eyes of the other party, there is a trace of mysterious fluctuations, as if it is a cosmic starry sky surrounded by countless shackles, very mysterious and mysterious.

"Hmph...but it will also become the object of hatred of most big clans!"

A middle-aged man with long green hair smiled coldly.

The other party's appearance carried a heroic aura, which was an aura of unscrupulous means to achieve the goal.

It's hard to get too much affection for this guy with his hooked nose.

But after this person's words were finished, many people agreed.

"Ye Fantian...what is the origin of this person?"

An old man said slowly.

The vicissitudes of life on this old man's face seem to have endless stories, but what is even more frightening is the vast aura on his body, which looks as if he is looking at a universe formed by shackles, mysterious and mysterious very.

"Old ancestor, I seem to have some impression of this person..."

Standing among the surrounding crowd, a young man in his 30s spoke slowly.

"Ye Shaota, do you know this person?"

The old man said slowly.

And the eyes looked towards the young man.

If Ye Fantian were here, he would have cried out in surprise, because this person named Ye Shaota was none other than Ye Fantian, who fought against Nazang Xuankong in the Ye clan's war clan division. At the time, the strong man who made the shot.

"Yes, this person is a disciple of our Ye Clan's War Clan. Although it is only a branch disciple, this person's strength is never weak..."