He knows Xuanyuan Guiren very well. He is such a deep, cold and amazingly talented person. Can Ye Shengxiang replace him?
"Believe it or not, it's up to you, I'll say this and say goodbye."
He turned around and left. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came from behind. He dodged to avoid it.
Wenshu said angrily: "Don't let me see you again, otherwise, I will kill you!"
He didn't say anything and left quickly
In order to take revenge on the devil, he has allowed himself to become an even more devil over the years.
He was originally the son of the devil - the only surviving descendant of the corpse demon
As the Corpse Demon and Dangerous Night wished, he was worthy of being the descendant of the Corpse Demon
He has already killed the Xuanyuan ghosts and destroyed the bunker, leaving it to others to do.
He was born in darkness and grew up in darkness. Where there is light, it is not the place for him to stay. He should disappear.
Wenshu stood at the door for a long time, suddenly turned around and entered the house, pulled off the sword on the wall and walked out of the bamboo forest.
Leng Yinghan is not a joker. The bunker hasn't sent anyone to look for him for so long. There must be something wrong.
He wants to find out
Wenshu finally came to the place where the man longed for his return
This is his first time here. According to common sense, when he appears here, someone will definitely come to pick him up.
Sure enough, several people came to greet him, but instead of welcoming him into the castle, they wanted to send him to hell.
The opponent was very skilled, but he still subdued them
They fell to the ground, unable to move. He grabbed one of them and asked, "Who sent you to kill me?"
The other party didn't speak
Wen Shunu: "I told you I would let you live, but if you don't tell me, you will die."
The other party still didn't say anything. It turned out to be the killer of the bunker. He would rather die than tell anyone.
Wenshu smiled coldly, raised his sword and dropped it, leaving no one behind - kill them all!
This was the first time he took the initiative to kill someone who had no ability to resist.
After the first time, there will naturally be a second and third time
His killing intent keeps rising, like underground water spurting out of the ground. It will be difficult to stop.
He didn't want to suppress it, so he searched for traces and found the entrance to the bunker bit by bit.
He knows the bunker's style. The bunker is in this area. He can find it.
The second round of killers in the bunker appeared, and they were led by a magic-level killer.
Three demon-level killers and thirteen ghost-level killers. The bunker really values him.
A bad feeling arose in his heart. What Leng Yinghan said... I'm afraid it's true.
This realization actually made him feel a kind of despair, which was not a despair of fear, which aggravated his murderous intention and madness.
He had severed ties with Xuanyuan Ghost, but that man was his father after all, his only remaining relative in the world.
In this world, this man is the only one who cares about him. After that man leaves, he will be completely alone
No matter how evil that man is, always treat him well and treat him as a rare treasure
When he was abandoned and forgotten by the world, that man became his only possession
But those people... destroyed his only one, and he couldn't forgive them!
Murderous aura surged through his body like a tsunami and volcano, and then exploded, sweeping over his body and mind. His eyes slowly turned red, and veins protruded on the back of his hands.
His hand is like an old tree rooted to the ground, connected with the sword as an inseparable whole. His sword needs blood to simmer, just like the old tree needs rain and sunshine.
The sword is in his hand, but the sword light is in his eyes, the red sword light!