Long Fei was slightly shocked. Behind him was an abyss. He didn't know how deep it was. The Holy Spirit was cooling down. His current cultivation level was not enough to allow him to fly for a long time. Jumping down would only have one result: falling to death!
but.
He believes in Sleeping Beauty.
"Boom, boom!"
The twelve Hell Reapers took a step together and surrounded Long Fei's path.
The Hell Reaper with a crippled arm took a step forward, his eyes blazing with anger, and two red flames staring at Long Fei.
Long Fei stood on the edge of the cliff, pointed the Fire Dragon Slashing Divine Sword in his hand, shouted, "Come on, give me the fuck!"
Very unhappy.
If he hadn't forcibly interrupted the Exploding God Fist, Yan Nantian would have died without a complete body.
far away.
Yan Nantian was also slightly frightened. The power of the punch just now was so fierce that it could explode the arm of the Hell Reaper. If he took the punch forcibly, then he...
He was distracted for a while, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he couldn't help but look at Nie Lin from the corner of his eyes.
Yan Nantian sneered and said: "Long Fei, you useless thing, you dare to scream when you are about to die, you will be dragged into hell by the Hell Reaper soon, hahaha..."
"This is what you get for fighting with me."
Nie Lin also said slightly: "Long Fei, what are you doing? Didn't I just reject your confession? You don't need to go with me."
"Look what you look like now?"
Yan Nantian immediately said: "Like a dead dog, hahaha..."
Nie Lin also showed a smile and said: "You must know yourself clearly in the next life. There are some people you cannot offend, and there are some things you cannot do, or you will die."
A foul-mouthed face that made Long Fei extremely disgusted.
Long Fei was too lazy to look at it.
In their opinion, Long Fei must die...
so.
Nie Lin and Yan Nantian also became unscrupulous.
Especially after Long Fei released the Explosive Fist, Nie Lin no longer had any worries. He knew very well the time required for Long Fei's move.
The two sang in harmony, and many people around them agreed.
Long Fei smiled slightly and said, "What a couple."
"boom!"
Suddenly, the Hell Reaper took another step, and suddenly rushed towards Long Fei, extremely fast.
Nie Lin smiled coldly and said: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't know the choice. You brought all this on yourself. Long Fei, go to hell."
"rest assured!"
"I will definitely come back to find you." Long Fei's eyes froze as he looked at the Hell Reaper who was charging towards him quickly. With a thought, powerful mental power burst out like crazy.
"Buzz buzz..."
There were loud sounds in the void.
The thoughts whose mental power was divided into twelve and a half thin lines shot directly into the Hell Reaper's eyebrows like a spider web. Long Fei roared, "Be buried with me!!!"
"ah!"
Long Fei's body fell back.
Fall directly into the bottomless abyss.
At this moment, twelve spiritual powers burst out violently, and with the blessing of Sleeping Beauty, the twelve Hell Reapers were forcibly dragged into the abyss.
"boom!"
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The Hell Reapers were supported by the powerful force and rushed into the abyss one by one. The leader of the Hell Reapers with broken arms fell down.
The moment he fell, he still didn't let go. He still rushed towards Long Fei while falling.
The revenge of the broken arm must be avenged.
…
"died!"
Falling off the cliff under the Devil's Temple has only one result, and that is death!
No one knows how deep he is.
No one can escape this disaster.
A cold smile appeared on Nie Lin's face. To him, Long Fei's death meant that a huge obstacle had been removed from her front.
So now only...Yan Nantian is left!
"Why!"
"Damn it, why are you doing this? You are going to fight against the Hell Reaper. Isn't this looking for death?"
"Yeah, Hell Reaper is too strong."
"It's a pity. After all, he is the one who defeated Yan Nantian, and his psychic skills, beast control skills, and formation carving skills are particularly strong. He is like a monster. What a pity, what a pity."
"What a pity, it's deserved."
…
Some people regret it, some people laugh at it.
Jin Chan from the Tiancan Sect also had a mocking look on his face.
"Deserve it." Jin Chan said two words with a sneer, and then said: "This is the result of disobeying my orders. You actually lost the spiritism competition and gave up directly, huh!"
"People like you who are not under my control cannot live in this world."
"Walk!"
"Go back to camp!"
"It's our turn tomorrow."
An old man said: "Sect Master, where are Wang Tai and the other three?"
Three people were seriously injured and unconscious, but they are not dead yet.
Jin Chan glanced coldly and said: "They are just three useless people. What are they for? Let them fend for themselves."
No mercy at all.
After saying that, Jin Chan looked at the elder and said: "If anyone dares to treat them or collect their bodies and I find them, don't blame me for being rude!"
The elder immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Jin Chan sneered and said, "This is what happened to Long Fei. What a beautiful woman. It's such a pity."
"Walk!"
…
Wang Tai, Bawanghua, and Lu Shuangquan fell to the ground with blood streaming from their mouths.
Everyone dispersed.
An old monk walked out slowly, with no expression on his face. He was very calm, just like a wave of stagnant water.
He asked Long Fei to leave, but Long Fei did not leave. Instead, he burst out with more powerful power, causing ripples in his heart.
But!
When Long Fei jumped off the cliff, the ripples did not calm down, but became more violent, becoming more and more surging and turbulent, and finally the huge waves towered into the sky.
"That's the way the human heart is."
"The reality will be cruel."
"but."
The old monk lifted the bodies of the three people and said softly: "Your master will come again as the king, and you..."
The old monk looked at the Devil's Temple not far away and walked inside.
Walking to the temple gate, another old monk raised his eyes slightly and said, "Have you really thought about it?"
The voice is very deep.
Like a dead person.
The old monk said: "We have been waiting for a thousand years, and now he has appeared, hasn't he?"
"he……"
"Is he the one we're waiting for?"
"The master asked us to wait here, waiting for the person who can surrender the twelve hell reapers, but he did not surrender, and he was buried on the Devil's Cliff." The old monk said softly.
The old monk looked into the distance, looking at the place where Long Fei fell, and said: "He,,,, will definitely be the king."
"He must be the one the master wants us to wait for."
Finished.
Without looking back, he carried the three of them into the Devil's Temple...