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Chapter 2815 Bloody Grief

Ji Wufeng's face turned cold and he quickly opened up the small world and included Tu Xiong in it.

Tu Xiong still has a secret, so he must not be allowed to die at this time, and he is already a useless person at this time, so there is no need to worry about it.

With the appearance of the black-clothed killer, Ji Tianma and others had already prepared themselves, immediately gave up their opponents, and rushed towards the black-clothed killer.

"The bastard with his head and tail finally waited for you, let me die!"

Ji Tianma quickly met Niu Wanjun. The two joined forces and waved their arms. A Tianma and a golden mad bull rose up behind the two and violently rushed towards the black-clad killer.

boom!

These two militants left no room for action. They came up with a killing blow, and the violent force hit them down, and more than a dozen black-clothed killers were smashed to pieces.

Peng Feixian, Ma Tianxing, Fatty White and Ma Tianxing also responded quickly, gathered together, and launched a fierce attack on the black-clad killer.

Everyone was ruthless and ruthless. After the killer in black appeared, he was hit head-on and was killed or injured in an instant.

But the most radical thing was Python Lingkong. Even if he resisted the powerful attack of the Qingjiao Prince, he had to turn the gun head and kill the black-clothed killer.

The ancient sky-swallowing python he controlled directly turned into its original body, and the huge python body jumped into the sky and dived, and the void was trembling. Dozens of black-clothed killers below were crushed into pieces.

The Heaven-Swallowing Python opened its bloody mouth and swallowed dozens of black-clothed killers into their mouths in one mouth. The blood and minced meat dripped down, which shows how angry the Python Lingkong was at this time.

Following closely behind, Peng Ao also launched an attack and roared: "Do you guys, all of you die!"

He controlled Gu Tianpeng's body, and with the golden wings waving, the sky shattered, and the black-clothed killer was bombarded with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Soon, the rest of the people also reacted. Although they were fighting with their opponents in full swing for treasures, they all understood that the black-clad killer was the biggest threat and the one who should hate to kill the most.

"kill!"

For a moment, everyone gave up the fight and turned to the black-clad killer.

At this time, everyone was extremely angry and took action without any mercy and launched a bloody massacre of the black-clad killer.

Ji Wufeng also slashed out with one sword, cutting off half of the black-clothed killer who wanted to kill Tu Xiong, and blood splattered out.

The black-clothed killer staggered, and the eyes under the black mask were not afraid or painful at all, but extremely cold, and the aura in his body instantly surged.

"Want to self-destruct? It's not that easy!"

Ji Wufeng opened his hand and pressed it horizontally, forcibly suppressing the explosive aura in the black-clothed killer's body.

The veil of the killer in black was shattered and seeing the other person clearly, Ji Wufeng couldn't help but be stunned. This was actually another young human boy.

The boy is definitely not an old monster with a young skin, but is really young, definitely no more than fifteen years old, but he actually has the cultivation level of a powerful emperor.

Moreover, although he was the Emperor's Strongest Man, Ji Wufeng could clearly feel that although the young man had the cultivation level of the Emperor's Strongest Man, his combat power was far from reaching, and there was something strange about it.

But Ji Wufeng soon discovered the problem, because although the young man was a human race, his body was filled with violent power. Although these powers were powerful, they were not closely connected with the young man.

These powers did not belong to the young man, but were forcibly poured into him, forcing him to become the emperor's strongest man.

"Tell me, who are you? Who is the messenger behind the scenes?" Ji Wufeng asked.

The boy still had a expressionless face and said, "Do you think I will tell you? Even if you forcefully stop me from self-destructing, it will be useless, because you can't stop my soul from being destroyed."

The next second, Ji Wufeng felt the aura on the boy's body weakening, and his soul was dissipating little by little.

Ji Wufeng felt a little chilled in his heart. It was such a method of hatred. The souls of these people were moved by others. Even if the body could not self-destruct, the souls could destroy themselves.

"Child, why are you doing this? Is it really so humble to be a human race?"

Ji Wufeng was extremely heartbroken. It was obvious that this young man was controlled and enslaved, and the young man would rather destroy himself than betray him at all.

"Human race?"

The boy's eyes were filled with a hint of confusion and said, "It's a long time ago. I only remember that I am just a humble and lowly slave. Apart from being loyal to his master, there is no meaning of existence."

"Damn it!"

Ji Wufeng's heart suddenly tightened, grabbed the boy's collar, and his face grimly made a roar with hissing voice: "You are a human, you are not a slave, do you know that our ethnic group was once extremely powerful, ours

There have been countless heroes in our ancestors, and our human race once stood at the peak of this world?”

The boy looked a little surprised, then shook his head and said, "So what? Can this change the fact that I am a slave?"

Ji Wufeng staggered and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

That’s right, even if the human race was once powerful and brilliant? Can this change the fate of countless human races being wantonly enslaved and massacred at will?

Ji Wufeng couldn't answer this question, so he could only stare into the boy's eyes and said grimly: "Look at me, I am also a human race. Tell me who the latter is. I will never tolerate anyone treating my tribe like this!



"Clanmen?"

Looking at Ji Wufeng, a light finally appeared in the boy's eyes, but he still shook his head and said, "It's useless, he... is too strong, so strong... can only look up..."

The boy's voice became smaller bit by bit, the divine light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and finally his vitality was completely cut off, and his soul had already destroyed itself.

"ah……"

Ji Wufeng was trembling all over and couldn't help but roaring towards the sky.

He didn't understand why he had to harm such a young boy, on earth, at his age, he was still in middle school, and was still a child under the care of his parents and teachers.

But what did the boy in front of him experience? He was so desperate that he didn't even dare to have the idea of ​​resisting, which made Ji Wufeng feel like a knife.

Ji Wufeng suddenly burst out and slapped a black-clothed killer away with one palm. He stepped forward and grabbed the killer and pulled off his veil. He turned out to be a young and young girl with a muscular expression, no glory in his eyes, only

Endless indifference.

Bang!

Before Ji Wufeng could react, the girl's body exploded and did not hurt Ji Wufeng, but blood splattered on his face, sprayed into his eyes, and mouth...

But before the girl died, Ji Wufeng clearly saw a trace of relief in the girl's eyes.

"kill!"

Ji Wufeng was trembling all over, his body soared into the air, and the sword in his hand slashed out ruthlessly.

He knew that most of these black-clad killers should be human races, but they were no longer saved. The only thing he could do was kill them and let them be freed.

puff!

A head rolled to the ground, and blood rushed to the sky.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

One, two, ten, dozens of heads were cut down, and a large number of headless corpses were falling down. Ji Wufeng's body had long been soaked in blood. His hideous and distorted face made him look like a bloodthirsty

demon.

Everyone thought that Ji Wufeng was so cruel because he hated these black-clad killers extremely.

But who can understand that although Ji Wufeng's sword in his hand was stained with blood at this time, he was extremely sad?


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