The corner of Tangtang's skirt moved and suddenly disappeared in place, and then a wisp of gentle wind appeared in the field. It was not fast and powerful, and it quietly blew past the brow of the chosen one.

The man was shocked!

He subconsciously checked his own situation and found nothing unusual, so he couldn't help but sneer.

"Making fun of it..."

Just after saying three words, he suddenly felt a pain in the middle of his eyebrows, and a blood mark as thin as a hair suddenly bloomed. Just like the previous person, his own source of truth, consciousness, and soul... were completely destroyed!

The corpse falls, another person dies!

He died too quickly and suddenly, and the others didn't even react!

In silence.

The light curtain without the host turned into a ball of light spots. It seemed that it had no intention of finding a new host. Instead, it trembled slightly and quietly disappeared into the deep space!

A gentle breeze blew by.

Tangtang appeared again, standing there, still looking extremely beautiful, still pointing his sword at everyone, but compared to before, his eyebrows were a little more solemn and serious.

"And twenty-four more."

The originally cold and touching voice was like a life-threatening note at this moment, making the scalps of the remaining chosen ones go numb!

They are afraid of death!

They will die too!

They are not Ao Li, they are not Chen Feng, and they are not old farmers. They are just the chosen ones from three generations later. Their current authority cannot touch the power of the four paths of chaos!

They are strong!

They have more methods and higher combat power than ordinary Hengjiu experts, but... this does not mean that they have the ability to reverse life and death!

dead.

That is really dead!

"Everyone, I'm in a hurry."

At this time, Tangtang spoke again: "So, can you guys come together?"

One sentence.
Chapter completed!