Soul Emperor Martial God

"Kill them all?"

Xiao Yi smiled coldly when he heard the words, then slowly turned around and looked at the huge cage behind him.

Xiao Yi's footsteps moved, step by step, toward the cage.

Inside the cage, a group of Human Race Tianjiao, squinting, their faces are different.

Qing Lin and Ran Qi's expressions were extremely complicated.

They are also afraid of death.

However, they were even more afraid of dying in Xiao Yi's hands.

Their complexity stems from not knowing what choice Xiao Yihe made.

If Xiao Yi really wanted to kill them, perhaps, the first thing they felt should be loss, disappointment and sadness, but at the same time they would feel fortunate.

At least, his junior brother Xiao Yi can survive; at least, the opponent he recognized, Xiao Yi, can survive.

However, a small number of Tianjiao, such as Su Cheng, Murong Lingyun, Meng Piao Piao, etc., have only a little complicated complexion, and more of them are calm.

Calmly, it came from the place where they were put to death, Xiao Yi did not come, they might still die faster and worse.

Xiao Yi ventured to dive, and at any rate gave them some vitality and hope.

The current results seem to be the same.

And a little complicated, because they might rather die in the hands of monsters than Xiao Yi, a human race, the power of the Eight Palace Hall Master, which would be ironic.

And most of the remaining Human Race Tianjiao, although their faces were panicked, they were still helpless and calm in their hearts.

Facing death, everyone is afraid.

But in desperation, they had no choice.

As the best of the younger generation of human race, they have the same long history of life and death, and are equally arrogant; but if they can save Xiao Yi and save their lives, perhaps they will choose without hesitation.

However, even if they pulled Xiao Yi back, they would still die.

So this choice is just helpless.

Instead of this, it is better to keep Xiao Yi's life and the hope of Xiao Yi, a young generation of Zhongyu, to avenge them personally in the future.

This Palace Master Xiao Yi could come by taking risks and sneak in alone, which was quite interesting.

Therefore, they are more calm.

Only a few arrogant talents showed a grim look on their faces.

Baili Hengyun, Gu Feifan and others squinted.

Snapped…

Xiao Yi's figure had already arrived in front of the cage, with one palm slapped on the cage fence.

The palm of the hand is still covered with blood.

Drops of blood, dripping down the fence, stained red.

Xiao Yi was silent, his eyes were extremely cold under the mask.

But the gaze in his eyes made the hearts of all the arrogances in the cage tremble.

That gaze means only two words, ‘trust me’.

The Tianjiao of all races did not speak, even tried to suppress their emotions, did not show half of the strange face, but still only showed fear.

But my heart trembled uncontrollably.

Xiao Yi retracted his palm, turned his head slowly, looked directly at the head seat, and said indifferently, "I refuse."

"What?" On the first seat, the Mad Lion Demon Venerable frowned first.

Liuheng Demon Lord also frowned.

Wei Zichen Yaozun and Jialuo Yaozun waited, grinning sneer.

Jia Luo Yaozun stood up, looked straight at Xiao Yi, sneered triumphantly, "Hall Master Xiao Yi, good, very good, what a Palace Master Xiao Yi."

"You really made the old man look at him with admiration."

"Since you sneaked into the demon realm so far, no flaws have been revealed."

"It's a pity, God won't help you."

"You are the master of the Eight Palaces after all, and you have things you shamelessly, disdain, and can't do."

"I would rather not protect my own life than protect this group of human talents."

Qingyue Yaozun smiled, "Unfortunately, he is about to be a dead person."

On the stage.

Xiao Yi's eyes did not change, still cold, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"This is my slave. Kill if you say kill?"

"Then I, the master, should be too useless."

"Oh," Jia Luo Yaozun sneered, "How do I sound, the words of Palace Master Xiao Yi are not as impulsive as before."

"However, it seems to be extremely depressed."

Xiao Yi stared coldly, "My slave, I call the shots."

"This is the slave I grabbed."

"Who would let the cats and dogs of your races beat me and rob me."

"The little ones can't beat them, and the old ones are going to deceive others. I see too many."

"You still have to quibble, and you have to survive?" Qingyue Yaozun sneered with disdain.

The mad lion demon respected coldly, "You..."

Demon Venerable Zi Chen opened his mouth at the right time, "The demon lion Venerable Mad Lion does not need to rush to excuse him."

"We are not deceiving him, so the mad lion demon venerable can rest assured."

Zichen Demon Sovereign glanced at the many demon masters below, "Yi Yaoli, since he became famous, he has been murderous and murdered everywhere."

"Today, my heart suddenly softened."

"Or, he has grown a little bit."

"However, no matter what other means, the demon masters can help him."

"Yes." The several demon masters took the lead to get up and answer, "Follow the order of Zichen Supreme."

Swish swish... Several figures flickered and jumped into the air on the competition stage.

"By the order of the supreme, kill this group of human slaves." The Demon Lord Zichen took the lead with a cold cry.

Whoosh... In the air, a purple light came straight out.

The goal was not Xiao Yi, but the huge cage behind Xiao Yi and the many human talents within it.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, stepped on his feet, and stopped instantly.

However, how could he block the full blow of the Demon Lord Zi Chen in such a state.

Puff...puff...

With a loud explosion, Xiao Yi's figure flew back and forth, just as before, when he hit the hard, cold and huge cage, he stopped.

Xiao Yi spouted out blood.

Withstanding this kind of 90,000 Dao powerhouses, and still a full blow from the most powerful ones, his bones are almost falling apart.

Whoosh...

Before Xiao Yi could take a breath, the Demon Lord Qingyue had turned into a shadow of a blue bird and attacked.

Puff...puff...

As before, Xiao Yi spewed out blood.

Time after time, one after another demon master attacked with all his strength.

A thunder fell from the sky.

That is the thunder method of the Demon Lord Howling Thunder.

A black streamer hits through the air, cold and inexplicable.

That was the method of Yunlang Demon Lord.

Xiao Yi carried it again and again, one by one.

The attacks of these ninety thousand powerhouses, any one of them, is enough to kill all the arrogances in the cage behind him.

Not to mention that a lot of Tianjiao are seriously injured now, and their cultivation bases are suppressed; even if they are not suppressed, even when their strength is at full strength, they will not be able to withstand the attacks of 90,000 powerhouses.

At the head end.

Zichen Demon Sovereign chuckled, "The Mad Lion Demon Sovereign has seen it."

"You demon masters, did not take action against this strange demon."

"It's this alien demon who has to protect those human race Tianjiao."

Qingyue Demon Sovereign sneered darkly, "I am afraid that the true identity of this Yi Yaoli, I am afraid that the demon lord and every supreme are all clear."

Mad Lion Demon Venerable frowned, his expression complex.

Yi Yaoli, is it really...

The Mad Lion Demon Lord gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and said in secret, "Boy, can't you let it go?"

"What does the life and death of those human races have to do with you?"

"Are you really going to be bombarded to death?"

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