"I didn't expect that the leader of the Demon King Cult would be a talent trained by Uncle Lin. No wonder so many geniuses can't do anything to him."
Zong Hentian sighed and said, and at the same time he also figured out that only a god like Uncle Lin could cultivate such a strong person.
Lin Fan coughed lightly and said that he has always been so awesome.
"Don't let this matter leak out. This will be of great benefit to any Tianjiao disciple. When you have nothing to do, organize more such activities."
Things have developed to this point, and it is naturally too late to stop, so we can only bite the bullet and continue to develop.
However, Lin Fan wanted to see how Wang Xiaoming was doing now and how he managed to survive in the hands of these talented sons.
Outside!
"Fellow brothers, Wang Xiaoming is our common enemy. This crusade must be successful. This evil person must be suppressed severely and the Xuanhuang World can be restored to peace."
A man stood on a high platform, waving his arms with great passion.
"Senior Brother Yujian is right."
This man has been feuding with Wang Xiaoming for ninety-eight years.
In the second year after Wang Xiaoming came out of the army, he met this man in a certain city, and then he was beaten and ridiculed in various ways, which made Yujian almost explode.
Later, by chance, I got an opportunity and my career skyrocketed from there.
In the end, he was accepted as a disciple by the Holy Sect. In the sect, he met many fellow disciples who had common topics. When he finally learned that their common enemy was Wang Xiaoming, he became as close as a brother. There was only one thought in his mind, that is
Killed.
From now on, they practiced hard, and when the time came, or when they heard about Wang Xiaoming's whereabouts, they would go out collectively to kill Wang Xiaoming.
However, in the past hundred years, they took actions a total of 138 times, but failed every time. However, even so, it did not make them depressed, but made them more full of fighting spirit.
"This one hundred and thirty-nine times, Wang Xiaoming must be killed by the sword, but it is easier for him to let him die so easily. He must be tortured, tortured."
"That abominable Wang Xiaoming took off my clothes and hung me in the city. Such hatred is irreconcilable."
"He robbed me of my skills and teased my partner with words. I will not be a human being unless I take revenge."
"He is the source of all evil. As long as we kill him, we will have no regrets in this life."
"Brothers, let's go. This time Wang Xiaoming is in the base camp a hundred thousand miles ahead. We must get there quickly and not let him escape."
"Okay, let's go..."
In an instant, rainbows rose up and flew towards the distance.
These Tianjiao disciples, some of whom are at the seventh level of the divine realm, some are at the sixth level, are basically within this range.
For Tianjiao disciples, cultivating to this level within a hundred years is already extremely powerful.
And the disciples around him are naturally not the same as them.
The qualifications of the people around him have been infinitely improved by him, reaching a peak.
This cultivation level comes naturally, and in the blink of an eye after a hundred years, one can reach an extremely high level.
"Hey, it's so majestic and powerful, like a dragon, so extraordinary."
Lin Fan looked at the world in the distance and couldn't help but sigh, "How on earth did Wang Xiaoming do such a bad thing? He actually attracted so many talented disciples, and they happily went out to conquer him."
"I'll go take a look and you should practice well."
Lin Fan didn't say anything and just chased after those disciples. He wanted to see how fierce the battle between these disciples and Wang Xiaoming was.
One hundred thousand miles away, in a deserted mountain forest.
There is no human habitation here, ferocious beasts are rampant, and few warriors come here. However, in this area, there is a being that everyone in the Xuanhuang Realm is afraid of.
The Demon King-Wang Xiaoming.
Wang Xiaoming was lying on the bed, surrounded by many maids, like a fairyland on earth.
But for Wang Xiaoming, none of this makes him happy.
It has been a hundred years. He has been hunted alive for a hundred years.
Especially since ninety-seven years ago, my life has become a complete tragedy.
He likes to bully people, Wang Xiaoming dares to admit this, but everyone who has been bullied by him eventually becomes the main member who hunts him down.
What a shame for Wang Xiaoming.
In the past hundred years, he was hunted down one hundred and thirty-eight times, his base camp was changed eighty-nine times, and the entire Xuanhuang Realm was almost completely hidden.
Later, I don’t know how some demons knew about me, and they surrendered at my feet one by one. From then on, my reputation in the outside world grew.
The Demon King, Wang Xiaoming.
Wang Xiaoming absolutely does not accept this name, but there is nothing he can do. The outside world has spread the word, so what else can be done.
For Wang Xiaoming now, he only has one idea, and that is to go home. At this point, he can't even go back home. This is so miserable.
Wang Xiaoming wanted to go home several times, but every time he walked halfway, those guys didn't know how they found him. They followed him like ghosts and killed him in various ways.
"Your Majesty, it's not good, it's not good..."
At this moment, a hurried cry came, which frightened Wang Xiaoming's heart, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"
"Those people are here to kill again." This subordinate was once a famous devil, but later he admired Wang Xiaoming's ability and willingly became his disciple.
But after becoming a disciple, something terrible happened.
My home was raided less than once a year, and I was hunted down every day.
As for breaking away from Wang Xiaoming, it's not that I haven't thought about it, but those who are chasing him have a list in their hands.
The first kill on the list was Wang Xiaoming, and they followed closely behind.
It's like these guys have eyes in the sky. No matter where they go, they can be caught. In the end, they can only follow the king and continue to live in misery.
"What? Here we go again, didn't we just have a siege last year? Why are we here again? These hateful guys are not letting people live in peace. I haven't gone out to cause trouble recently."
Wang Xiaoming was angry, he was really angry. Aren't these guys beasts? They don't know how to give people a break. Apart from chasing and killing, they must be encircled and suppressed once a year.
"How many people are here?" Wang Xiaoming asked.
"I don't know, it's so densely packed that the entire sky is filled with people, at least tens of thousands of people."
"What? There are so many. It's going to kill people. Last year there were only 8,000 people. This year it's over 10,000. This...this." Wang Xiaoming was stunned when he heard this.
He picked his toes and calculated. In the past two or three years, Wang Xiaoming has also bullied many people. Could it be that these people got some opportunities, soared into the sky, became successful in cultivation, and now they join the crusade to crusade him?
Damn, that's too much to bully.
"Go ahead and tell all units to pay attention, pack their things, fight at any time, and retreat at any time." Wang Xiaoming shouted, "Humph, even if we have to retreat later, we still have to teach them a lesson."