typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

763. Falling into the hands of the enemy 3

Especially the young master who hurt them.

No one in black hell can swallow this breath.

"Young Master." Tian He finished his words and respectfully moved out of the way.

Di Sha looked at the miserable Emperor Mu not far away, his painful eyes slowly filled with bloodthirsty joy and hatred.

"Emperor Nanyuan Mu, there are times when you fall into my hands."[

Disha choked out these words through his teeth and pressed forward step by step.

Emperor Mu was snatched out of thin air and brought to the Black Hell.

At this time, he only had two levels of skills left.

Not to mention the authoritarian chains that tied him up in this black hell specifically to deal with masters like Wuji Mountain Master, even if he didn't use anything, he probably wouldn't be able to escape.

Therefore, seeing Emperor Sha approaching with hatred on his face, Emperor Mu just had a cold expression on his face.

Pushing forward step by step, Di Sha looked at Emperor Mu with a cold face.

A cruel smile suddenly flashed in his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, a bone-scraping steel whip appeared in his hand.

"Whoosh." With one whip, he hit Emperor Mu head and face.

The whip with bone dragon barbs whipped across Emperor Mu's body.

Immediately, a piece of skin on Emperor Mu's chest was torn apart.

In an instant, blood dripped.

Emperor Mu trembled, but his expression did not change at all.

"You have today too, you have today too." Di Sha looked at the bright red blood, and suddenly all the old and new hatreds surged up.

The bone dragon barbed whip in his hand was whipped towards Emperor Mu fiercely.

"I also let you taste the feeling of being whipped, and I also let you know everything I have suffered.

Compete with me to gain the upper hand. Compete with me to gain the upper hand. Go and die for me."

It's the person in front of me.

It is this person named Emperor Mu who occupies all of Fengyun's thoughts.[

Isn't it just that I arrived a little earlier than him? Isn't it just that I got a head start?

Why, why, why...

He said that he would kill him next time they met, absolutely.

Words filled with resentment and rage resounded throughout the first level of hell.

Accompanying these words were the sounds of swishing whips and the sounds of bones being almost broken, which continued one after another.

So cold, so cruel.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next