Among the figures that landed, there was only one master of the supreme level, at least at level three or above. More than thirty people saw the monk who was caught from the human void. There was also a ghost master in it. They were shocked. When they heard Feng Ning shouting in dismay, the monks present gasped at the same time.

"Big...Brother? Why are you here?" Feng Ning took a few steps back in shock, and almost sat on the ground.

The master of Ghost Master obviously didn't know what happened. He stood up and looked around with a beautiful young woman beside him vigilantly, and his eyes fell on Feng Ning. The Ghost Master was also stunned: "Second brother? What is this place? We..."

Before the Ghost Master finished speaking, the old man laughed loudly. Compared to before, everyone felt that the laughter was too strange and terrifying.

"Feng Ning, right? Well, according to your wish, you want your elder brother to die, and his family, just keep your elder sister-in-law." The old man's extremely plain tone was incredibly gloomy.

The Ghost Master was shocked when he heard this. Even the monks who were thrown out were shocked. The Ghost Master was slightly stunned and furious, pointing at Feng Ning and cursing: "Second brother, I treat you well, why did you find someone to murder me?"

After being caught from the void by the old man, the Ghost Master already knew that the old man was not inferior and he was definitely not an opponent. This is because his eyes were nothing but grief and anger.

"Me? I..." Feng Ning was so scared that he didn't know what to do. Faced with the accusation of the Ghost Master, he kept waved his hands but didn't know how to explain.

At this moment, the old man raised his hand lightly and said, "As you wish, everyone except her, will be destroyed..."

"Peng!"

There was no powerful mana surge, and it seemed that the speed of the wind in the air suddenly changed. Except for the beautiful young woman, five people, including the master of Ghost, made a dull low sound. The five people turned into dust in the square at the same time, and seemed to have never appeared before.

The beautiful young woman's eyes froze and her tears rolled down: "Feng Ning, you beast, you have fought with you."

The beautiful young woman's cultivation is not low, but she is not as good as Feng Ning. However, before she can move, the old man waved the green feather fan again, and a ray of green light suddenly attacked, hitting the back of the young woman's head. The young woman trembled all over and stopped in the air. Then she looked around in a daze, and ran over as her eyes fell on Feng Ning, piercing her head in Feng Ning's arms, which were already frightened, and hugging her tightly.

This scene has never been seen by a master of magical powers who have been practicing for many years. All the ninth level masters except Feng Ning, they looked at Feng Ning and the young woman hugging each other in the square with a look of looking at the monster. When they looked at the old man, everyone felt that their hair was standing up one by one.

"Damn, did I read it wrong? I killed the Immortal Lord without even blinking my eyes when I raised my hand. Who is this old man?"

Lu Chen shrank his pupils and stared at the old man, a vague premonition arose in his heart.

Feng Ning was stunned. He now knew how big a mistake he had made. His words directly led to a ghost master in Yinming Palace who died of a life of misfortune. If this matter was spread, I am afraid that Gui Yanjing would not let him go. You must know that the immortal master is pitiful in the fairy world. Losing an immortal master is several times more than throwing away an immortal weapon.

"Damn, why is this happening? Bitch, let go." Although he was coveting his brother and sister-in-law's beauty, compared with his life, Feng Ning didn't care much about it anymore. He pushed the beautiful woman away and slapped her head. The beautiful woman was killed on the spot.

Feng Ning was covered in the blood of a beautiful woman, and his old eyes were sensible for fear, staring at the old man and trying to scold him, but he swallowed it back when he was at his mouth.

The old man still smiled calmly, and Luo Fan slapped her in a mess, looking kind-hearted, but now no one dared to look at his eyes anymore.

It is this approachable face that makes people feel no angrily angry. No one would have thought that it would contain such vicious means and murderous intentions.

There was a silence like death in the square, only the two silver waterfalls behind the archway in the distance came from the sound of falling into the water. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear...

"Okay. I have fulfilled your wish. It has nothing to do with me if you don't cherish it yourself. Now it's time for me to have one wish." The old man smiled calmly, and the air around him was decreasing rapidly.

"What? What did I not promise you?" Feng Ning shivered and retreated, and could no longer have the idea of ​​resisting.

"Traveling with each other." The old man smiled and said, "One wish to return another wish is the fairest. You don't want me to help you for nothing, right?" At this point, the old man's eyes suddenly stretched out two sword lights, and they were inserted into his pupils, extremely loud.

"Pudong..." Feng Ning sat on the ground: "Forget it, I'm back, senior, you can do whatever you want me to do, as long as you don't kill me."

The old man nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "It's not difficult, I have fulfilled your wish. You only need to hand over your soul and your soul becomes a bridge here."

"Wow!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar.

Lu Chen's pupils stretched out like an enlightened moment, and then he stared at the old man with a murderous thought: "No wonder there are many fairy bridges in the world of the world, and each bridge has a guardian Dharma image. It turns out that these Dharma image are all monks who came to the world of the world of the world. Maybe after the old man fulfilled their wishes, he also took their souls and souls, and became the guardians of the immortal bridge from then on.

"Damn it, it's so cruel. This old man has never had a good intention from the beginning."

Everyone stood there like petrified, looking at Feng Ning who was already scared and immediately lost his soul. They didn't know what to do. Even the Dragon Zhi, who had old grudges with Feng Ning, felt a sense of sadness as if the rabbit had died and the fox was killed.

Feng Ning was tearfully urinating and kowtowed on the ground: "Senior, please have a lot of them. Please spare me. Feng Ning is willing to do anything, as long as he kills juniors, seniors, seniors."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Feng Ning kept kowtowing, and he ignored the blood flowing on his forehead.

The old man curled his lips slightly and said, "Don't be so excited. Oh, you're also pitiful. Well, there is a rule in my husband's territory. Every time I come to make a wish, there will be a few people who can leave without returning my husband's wish. Of course, there are limits on the number of people. Each time, seven people. But this time there are so many people..."

When the old man said this, he paused and looked at everyone maliciously, and finally turned his eyes back to Feng Ning: "If you become one of those seven people... Haha, I think you should know what to do?"

"Seven people?"

When the monks present heard this, a loud bang scattered across the square, maintaining a relatively safe distance from everyone.

It is not difficult to understand the old man's words. A wish of seven people can not only be achieved, but also escape unscathed. However, there were thirty-three people on the scene...

Then say...

"Boom!" Feng Ning raised his head suddenly, and ghosts all over his body flew out from his body. The skeleton souls everywhere cried and roared violently. Feng Ning's eyes were filled with blood, revealing a fierce light.

"Wow." Feng Ning screamed strangely and pounced at a level nine immortal king recently. A pair of ghost claws flashed, and his sharp nails almost turned into a sharp sword that could cut off any extraordinary iron.

The ninth-level immortal king was a master from Wunangshan. He was shocked when he saw Feng Ning rushing towards him like a ferocious beast. His cultivation was mediocre and he was not as famous as Feng Ning. When he saw the shadows of ghost claws moving, he burst into cold sweat.

Thousands of claw shadows came over like mountains and seas. Feng Ning's claw light attacks were everywhere within a radius of 100 meters. The Immortal Master Wunangshan was forced to retreat continuously by a storm of attack. In the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen ways with Feng Ning's ghost claws, leaving scars of all sizes. The wounds penetrated into the bones, and the flesh and blood were everywhere.

The thousands of soul skeletons refined by Feng Ning desperately penetrated into the cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness and devoured his soul. After hundreds of moves, the cultivator screamed miserably, his eyes emitted a light of despair and viciousness. Regardless of the injuries on his body, he flew towards Feng Ning, grabbed Feng Ning with both hands, and said viciously: "Old ghost, I'm dead, don't think about it, die with me."

Hearing this sentence, when he saw the unstable colorful rays of the monks flooded, everyone retreated to the distance in the same color.

"boom!"

A loud bang came, and Wunangshan's master chose to explode and died together with Feng Ning in the square.

The monks present shuddered in shock and looked at the center of the square where the smoke and blood rain had not yet dissipated. The mysterious old man from Zhuyouqiao was standing there, pinching two souls that had lost their souls, and smiling with great satisfaction: "Don't waste it."

"This..." Everyone looked at the other, with complex emotions in their eyes.

Only seven of the thirty-three people were left. Now Feng Ning and Wunangshan's monks are dead, and there are still thirty-one people left.

Thirty-one...

At least twenty-four people will be wiped out before anyone can leave.

In the quiet square, the old man's voice always echoed in the air: "What are you waiting for? I said that I have limited time. If I haven't chosen anyone who dies or lives, I will choose it myself."

"Brother, I'm sorry." As soon as the old man finished speaking, a monk from the Western Heavenly Destroyed Emperor not far away suddenly raised his palm and slapped him at the descendants of the Emperor Zhenyu who was in the North Heaven.

The disciples of Emperor Beitian Zhenyu clearly did not expect that a friend who had a friendship with him for nearly three thousand years would suddenly kill him and attack him. When his body and soul disappeared, his eyes were still exposed to reluctance and regret. After all, the two were too close.

"kill……"

The behavior of the Western Tianfang destroying disciple suddenly became a fuse that could cause riots in the square. After he killed the disciple of Emperor Zhenyu of Beitian, the entire square immediately fell into unprecedented chaos. One by one, the monks rushed towards the closest masters around them. Since then, there have been no friends or relatives. All they can survive and become one of the seven.
Chapter completed!