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"In the world, there are countless people who want to kill this king, and you are just one of them. You said I will be retribution, but I want to know that when you kill the people of the world and countless creatures, you have ever thought that you will be retribution when you kill the ghost sect and kill the people of the world with your backhand and destroy hundreds of millions of creatures."

Yan Fusheng heard the old man's shrill voice and accusations without any movement or wavering. He even had no change in his face. His face was always covered by a layer of indifference and majesty. He looked at the old man who was standing at the highest point of morality and sneered and made a cold questioning voice.

The voice, under the infusion of the true power of reincarnation, was like the accusation and questioning of countless creatures in the reincarnation. The great momentum is overwhelming.

The questioning with the will of all living beings in the world was like a giant hammer directly attacking the old man's mind. His originally fierce aura instantly suffocated. The blood moon platform that was swept away quickly from Yan Fusheng suddenly stopped, and he quickly retreated back several feet. His face was full of resentment changed slightly.

In front of him, it seemed as if he saw countless dead souls falling under the Guiyu Sect shouting.

"That is the Supreme Elder of the Yugui Sect - Elder Weijian!! Rumor is that this is a top strong man who has been famous for thousands of years. There are rumors that when he was in seclusion, there was a problem and he had already fallen. Unexpectedly, he would reappear. He was going to come to the King of Hell to avenge the extermination of the sect."

A monk immediately recognized the old man's identity after witnessing it.

"Hiss!!" A monk took a breath and said, "Elder Weird Arrow, he used a strange archery technique to spread the world. Once the ghost arrow was released, there was no life left. No living mouth was left under the arrow. As long as the ghost arrow was released, the arrow pointed at would inevitably be unable to escape. No one could ever tell how profound his archery technique was. Anyone who had seen his archery technique had fallen, and almost no one could escape who he wanted to kill. It was said that his archery technique was famous for being strange and strange. The terrifying situation was so terrifying that he was still alive."

"The strange arrows back then were already the cultivation level of the Five Tribulations of the Soul Realm. Thousands of years have passed, I am afraid that he has reached a more amazing level of cultivation. This time I come to take revenge, I am afraid that there will be a stunning war."

In the eyes of countless monks, Yan Fusheng's appearance almost completely attracted most of his eyes and attention on the spot. That conversation was even more spreading to all directions and resounding throughout the sky.

"I don't care. If you destroy my sect, this hatred will be irreconcilable."

When the elder Weir Arrow heard this, he turned his face and shouted coldly.

"Don't care, hum? This is the face of your Ghost Reward Sect and even the countless monks in the entire world of cultivation. When facing others, you can kill at will, and you can feel at ease. You are proud of your ability to regard your own tribe as an ant. But you have thought that the one who dies in your hands is a human race with the same blood as you. Why don't you think of retribution when killing your tribe?"

Yan Fusheng stood on the Blood Moon Platform, emitting disdainful indifference all over his body. The Blood Moon Platform under him directly crossed several feet in his words, carrying the boundless trend, as if infinite creatures were cheering and shouting.

The tsunami-like momentum instantly stirred up the wind and clouds and rushed towards the elder Weir Arrow. The elder Weir Arrow's face changed drastically, and the blood platform under him involuntarily retreated violently.

Not only him, but countless monks who had killed innocent people wantonly, felt that the whole world was full of shrill and angry faces were questioning themselves.

That is a kind of criticism from the heart.

It has nothing to do with the strength of cultivation. This criticism made many monks' minds shocked and they sprayed a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Yan Fusheng stepped forward again coldly and crossed several feet. His entire body, under the majestic momentum, set off extremely tall, like a supreme god, standing on the highest divine peak, making people admire him.

"You disciple of the Guigui Sect, killing Fanchen, and letting your disciples reach a higher level for themselves, killing their fathers and mothers, killing their brothers and sisters, killing their sisters, killing their genocides, and cruelly killing their flesh-and-blood relatives. Don't you think you should suffer the retribution you have done in your mouth? This behavior is worse than animals, and even tiger poison does not eat their children, but you teach your disciples to be animals that are worse than pigs and dogs, and teach people to be animals. Then you are animals, and you are all animals, so what qualifications are there to blame me? Are you worthy of it!!"

Yan Fusheng hit him directly like thunder, and his words seemed to contain a vast force of power sweeping over, and the elder of the Weird Arrow was the first to be hit.

puff!!

Seeing that the entire body of the ghostly arrow was sucked by thunder, he spewed back blood three feet away from his mouth. The blood platform under him took his body and suddenly retreated hundreds of feet back.

That question made countless monks spew a mouthful of blood at the same time.

Why?

Are you worthy?

Yes, such a sect is no different from an animal. No matter how many such a sect kills, who can suppress him with morality? Why? Is it because you are an animal and shameless? Can you cover up the sky with your shamelessness?

I'm gonna be!!

Killing mortal world is an outrageous act of an animal. It should be cut into pieces, but the sect that teaches such disciples is even worse than the animal. Such an animal, let alone accusation, even standing with it is an insult.

"Okay! OK! OK!! I don't care about anything else, I don't care whether it's right or wrong. I only know that you destroy my sect, and this hatred is irreconcilable. In the world, all the truth is in vain. The iron law between heaven and earth, the strong are respected, and the strong are the prey of the weak. Today, we will divide life and death into life and death, and see if you are crazy about the king of hell, or the sharp arrows, kill them!!"

When the elder Guijian heard this, his face turned blue and white, and he also knew that in terms of reason, he could not fight with Yan Fusheng at all. However, he was not afraid. Even if there was a general trend, the eternal and unchanging truth in this world is that the strong are respected. This is an eternal truth. Since it cannot be said, then let’s divide life and death into the kill, and argue the truth in the battle!!

As the words fell, the whole body emitted a cold and cold breath. Without any hesitation, the dark war bow in his hand suddenly stood up and lifted it in front of him. In his hand, a dark war arrow suddenly appeared. The war arrow was extremely strange. It was cast from bones, and strands of strange bone patterns appeared on it. The whole body was pitch black, as if it was about to devour everything. Countless evil ghosts were wrapped around the arrow and making strange ghost crying sounds.

Tsk tsk!!

With the arrow, the battle bow was pulled into a full moon almost instantly, and streams of pure mana were instantly poured into the battle arrow. Immediately, from the arrow, a kind of invasive ghost cry was delivered.

Extremely sharp, piercing through the sky!!

The fierce murderous intent instantly penetrated the world, directly crossed the boundaries of the world, fell on Yan Fusheng, and completely locked it under the arrow.

"Well said, I, Yan Fusheng, have been self-conceited for my whole life, and have never been ashamed of the sky, and have no guilt on my face! But the truth between heaven and earth has always been sought in killing and seeking in battle."

Yan Fusheng felt a sense of pride in his heart, soared into the sky, roared at the sky, and let out a long laugh and said, "Sages and wise men have been lonely since ancient times, and who can see the emperor cry? Those who drink have kept their name forever, but the killer shakes all spirits! But for the immortal ambition in his heart, why is my King of Hell sting the immortals and demons? The heaven uses all things to cultivate, and no monk can repay the heaven. Kill! Kill! Kill!! "

Word by word, it shakes through the sky, and in the long roar, it carries the immortal will and boundless spirit in Yan Fusheng's heart. This will shocks the ghosts and gods!!

The boundless murderous intent runs through the sky.

The black hair behind the head was automatically flying wildly, setting off like a peerless ghost and god stepping out of hell. The momentum and majesty on his body made countless monks feel the terrible stinging pain in their eyes, and their eyes were bleeding. It seemed that there was a light that was unseen.

Every word killing is as heavy as Mount Tai!!

Fight! Fight! Fight!!

Kill! Kill! Kill!!

The Yan Luo Blade raised in the ghost palace suddenly appeared in his hand out of thin air. On the bloody blade, billions of bloody blood Shura appeared. The ferocious face emitted a fierce evil spirit and made a murderous intent. The blade was trembling violently, as if it was emitting bloodthirsty desire.

A sense of fighting spurted out from every pore in the body, causing the dark clouds in the void above the head torn into pieces and turned into powder.

"die!!"

A terrible cold light burst out from the eyes of the elder of the Weird Arrow, and there was no slightest wavering at the terrible fighting spirit and pressure conveyed from Yan Fusheng. On the battle arrow, countless ghost figures appeared one after another, making hideous and strange screams.

From the world, streams of heaven and earth's vitality continued to gather on the battle arrow. In the arrow, vast power was infused in. When the momentum in the arrow reached its peak, the right hand suddenly relaxed, and suddenly, the battle arrow broke through the string.

Whoosh!!

The speed of the battle arrow is so fast that it is incredible, it seems to be able to break through the boundaries of time and space, and even the sound of breaking through the air becomes extremely weak and short. One arrow brings out more than just a battle arrow.

"Look, Elder Weir Arrow has taken action. It is rumored that his arrow is fired without any mistakes. No monk can escape from it. He will die under his arrow. This time he can witness it with his own eyes. This is something unprecedented in the past."

"Fast, so fast speed. This speed has exceeded a limit. I can't even capture the trajectory of breaking through the air. What a terrible arrow. If I were under the arrow, I would almost die. Could it be that I could really kill the King of Hell?"

"A single arrow shot out will be a torrent of evil ghosts. It's really terrible."

At this moment, countless monks couldn't help but widen their eyes, staring in the void, staring at the arrow, and staring at the battle, among which the major sects were most concerned.
Chapter completed!