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3944 Whoever cuts the weeds will get rid of the roots four

“Ahhhh————!!!”

The shrill screams pierced the sky.

And this familiar voice made Shi Boyong, who was waiting at the beach with a frown, change his expression.

Because this is obviously the sound of the three-way pipe?

Although he was not ashamed of Guan Santong's behavior, as an elder of the Netherworld, he recognized Guan Santong's strength.

Guan Santong wanted to attack the little girl, but he had already determined in his heart that the little girl would never escape Guan Santong's clutches.

As for the little girl's senior brothers, as long as they have a little bit of backbone, they will definitely resist.

The final outcome is probably that everyone will be massacred.

Shi Boyong felt sad and disgusted, but he agreed with this approach.

The weeds are cut without removing their roots, but they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

Now that we have taken action, it is natural to kill them all to avoid future troubles.

That's why he just heard the noise coming from the other side of the yard, but didn't pay any attention to it.

But Shi Boyong never expected it.

The one who made the first scream was not those little guys, but Guan Santong!

Shi Boyong couldn't sit still anymore and quickly jumped into the air and flew towards the small courtyard.

The men behind him followed suit.

Just when he was about to reach the top of the small courtyard, Shi Boyong's movements suddenly stopped and his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw a figure covered in blood floating above the small courtyard.

Then who is it if he is not in charge of the three links?

At this time, his hands, feet and head seemed to be bound by something, and then they seemed to be pulled hard on both sides.

With the pulling, the skin on his neck, shoulders, chest and thighs broke apart inch by inch.

The immortal bones that have been forged long ago are also making cracking sounds, as if they will break at any time.

This is simply like the torture of a mortal being cut into pieces!

But what kind of power is this that can cut an immortal king into pieces by five horses?

Shi Boyong's eyelids kept beating, and his eyes turned to the area around the three-way tube.

Six figures faced them from a distance.

The night wind blew up their clothes, revealing faces that were either ordinary, handsome, or extremely beautiful.

They are all just young people in their early twenties!

Dingtian is just the cultivation level of the Golden Immortal Peak!

But at this moment, these six people surrounded the screaming Guan Santong, looking at him quietly without being humble or arrogant, but Shi Boyong felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

No! Not just six people!

Shi Boyong suddenly felt a feeling in his heart and suddenly looked down.

In the collapsed courtyard below, the thin and elegant young man was still sitting quietly in a wheelchair.

His face looked paler than the others, and his figure was so thin that he seemed to fall over if the wind blew.

But he can see it with both eyes.

There was a black energy line that almost blended into the dark night. It flew out from his fingertips and turned into a force that made Guan Santong miserable.

This energy fluctuation seems very familiar and yet strange at the same time?

But no matter what it was, a golden immortal trapped an immortal king. How did he do it?

Who are these seven people?!

"What are you doing?! Let us go!"

Several of the Xuanxians following Shi Boyong were direct subordinates of Guan Santong. When they saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed. They cursed and rushed over to save people.

However, as soon as they rushed to Guan Santong's side, their hands and feet became extremely heavy.

The immortal power in the body also seems to be imprisoned by something and cannot be used.

Not long after, several people's limbs and heads were pulled apart, and they let out shrill screams.
Chapter completed!
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