Chapter 1117 Demon Seed is Natural (151)
The sound of arrows continued for a long time.
Finally, when all the sounds disappeared, Zhou Ye stood up and looked around. The huge hall was empty, leaving only clothes on the floor and scattered black arrows.
The neighborhood was eerily quiet.
Deathly silence spreads, and the cold air rises.
Zhou Ye looked back and looked outside the hall. In the center of his dark eyes, bright red blood shone faintly.
"Zhou Ye..."
Qingsang called in a low voice.
"What are you going to do next?"
Zhou Ye bent down, picked up Zhou Shuncai who had curled up into a ball from his feet, then lifted his feet and strode out of the hall, saying calmly.
"Go to the immortal world and meet the immortal."
Qing Sang looked deeply at Zhou Ye's back, which was tall and slender. The light pink dress could not hide the unruly ferocity in his bones. The sword on his back dragged a long shadow on the ground.
After hesitating for a moment, Qingsang immediately raised his heels.
You'll die, so kill it freely.
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God Realm, Sixth Heaven.
In a remote and dark corner, a man was lying on the ground. His breathing was weak and his pupils were dilated. His tall body was riddled with holes. A sharp sword was inserted into his chest. The blood had solidified. As he breathed, the blood in his throat The man's face was covered with blood.
In front of them, stood two masked men, one holding a silver sword and the other wearing a golden feather.
"If you don't say anything, you will really die."
The man holding the silver sword stepped forward and slapped the man's face with the sword in his hand in disgust, his tone impatient.
The dying man just looked up at the dark sky, without any light at all.
"You won't tell me until you die. What a loving man. As you wish, third brother, send him on his way." The man wearing a golden feather lowered his eyes and looked at the man in the corner, his eyes cold as if looking at a bird. Dying ants.
He raised his hand to the man's heart, and a flash of golden light flew in. Then the man who was breathing weakly suddenly curled up and twitched, his face covered with blood was twisted, and a painful sound came from his teeth...
The golden light was like a sharp blade, raging inside his body, stirring his internal organs crazily.
The body is riddled with holes, and the body is torn from the inside.
The man's eyes gradually became distracted, his twitching and struggling disappeared, and his body gradually became colder.
"I haven't asked anything, how can I make a deal?"
"Look again, isn't it said that that woman still has a clan member still alive in the world? She is an old guy, and he will definitely be able to find out her whereabouts."
The two of them turned around while chatting, as if the person slowly dying behind them was a beast that was killed at will.
The man looked at the sky and slowly loosened his clenched fists.
A small hairpin fell from his hand. The whole body was pure dark blue, and there was a lifelike little dragon hanging from the end. The dragon's body was covered with blood.
Gradually, the man stopped breathing.
The figures passing by this corner all left in a hurry, no one cared who died, and another person disappeared silently in the huge six realms.
In the evening, another young life disappeared in a small courtyard.
Two men walked out of the yard, one holding a silver sword and the other wearing a gold crown. Someone spat on the ground casually, his tone full of complaints.
"The old guy is not afraid of death and didn't ask anything."
"What's your explanation? Will Immortal Luomu punish you?"
"I don't know, it's annoying! So many disciples choose me to deal with these messes!"
"Forget it, it's not too bad to find a place to have a drink. Didn't we just deal with a rebellious remnant of the Qinglong tribe?"
(End of chapter)