Chapter 372 Kill the Four Sides

A hegemon, a leader-level figure of the Zixiao School, a five-level master of the Huashen period, has now been killed by a descendant. This scene suddenly shocked everyone, and many people only felt that their blood vessels were expanding and their hearts were surging.

"This... How dare he do it!"

"The Zixiao School is so... This is a disastrous blow to the Zixiao faction!"

Everyone's eyes were closed and stiff in place.

"Zhu-Ge-No-Liang!" Kirin roared and rushed up. Although he had no cultivation, he saw his biological father being killed. No one could bear this almost crazy blow.

Kirin is completely crazy at this moment. She forgot what fear is and despair, and roared to Zhuge Fuliang. Hua Yuteng and Jian Piaohong wanted to hold him, but it was too late.

Zhuge Budang threw out the gold chain, wrapped it around Kirin, took it to his side, and slapped it on the ground. Kirin's mouth spit out blood, and her eyes were full of blood.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound and a scream, Zhuge Fuliang stepped on Kirin's chest, and the sternum completely collapsed. Kirin's little face was extremely twisted, her facial features were squeezed together, and she spit out blood.

Zhuge buteng's eyes were cold, showing decisive killing, and he stepped on Kirin's head. The head collapsed, and the bright red meat mud mixed with the pale brain, which was extremely bloody.

Everyone looked at this scene in fear, and the genius Kirin has disappeared from time, which is simply unbelievable. Everything happened so fast that a popular figure in Kyushu fell in the blink of an eye.

If it hadn't happened today, Kirin would have grown into a hegemon in the future, and even replaced Hua Lingxiao and become the head of the Zixiao School.

Hua Yuteng and Jian Piaohong looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes. At this moment, it is not the time to make a head bird, even if it is the enemy who kills his master and his eldest brother.

In the face of the test of life and death, people are selfish.

Zhuge Bbright was murderous, and his body moved and rushed to Hua Yuteng and Jian.

The two people's faces changed greatly, and they didn't want to turn around and run away. But they lost all their cultivation, and Zhuge Butliang almost stood in front of them in the blink of an eye, and the bricks patted them mercilessly.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

The two men were directly smashed in the head and fell to the ground. Zhuge Buchang kicked them out and shattered the bodies of the two.

In the face of Zhuge's decisive killing, everyone is chilled. They can imagine that it will be their turn soon.

"Zhuge is not bright, you will have no place for you in Kyushu like this!" A middle-aged man in the divine period stood up. This is a powerful monk from overseas. Even if he has always been at odds with the great factions, he is a grasshopper tied to the same rope at this moment, and he is also on the side of the great factions.

"You are so big, as long as you go out, you will face the pursuit all over the world!" A master of the Nangong family also shouted.

"Hahahaha, you forced it all! I'm going to kill it today! Kill everyone!" Zhuge Buliang stepped forward, waved his big hand, and the purple palm of light swept across thousands of troops, and the blood fog swept through the lives of hundreds of practitioners.

Everyone here is above the Yuanying period, but in the hands of Zhuge Buliang, he is like an ordinary mortal. He ruthlessly harvests his life and strides forward.

"Where are you going!" Zhuge Budang shouted loudly, caught up with the master of the Huashen period who had just spoken, and slapped him.

The man turned out awkwardly and rolled out hundreds of meters on the ground. Although he is a master of the divine period, he is not as strong as Hua Lingxiao. He is no different from ordinary people, but his body is stronger.

"Hahaha!" Zhuge Buleang chased after him with a big smile, shaking the black clock in his hand. The bell rolled like thunder, sweeping out a black light, smashing the body of the master of the god, and sweeping away together with the original divine consciousness.

Another master of the Huashen period fell. Everyone was chilled and dared not say anything to Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge Fuliang sneered and walked to the master of the Nangong family. He was the last owner of the Nangong family, that is, the grandfather of Nangong Xiang. At this moment, seeing Zhuge Fuliang coming, Nangongchang's old face was extremely pale and retreated.

"Ye Zhangmen, you and I have a friendship. Do you let this junior be unreasonable?" Nangong Chang looked at the king's hall and pleaded.

Ye Feifan, the overlord of the king's hall, the master of the seventh floor of the Huashen period. But at this moment, he was also speechless, frowned, and turned a deaf ear to Nangong Chang's plea. Who dares to be a headbird now?

"Die!" Zhuge Buliang strode over, and the black clock fell, covering Nangong Chang in. The dark light rioted and turned Nangong Chang into flying ash.

A group of practitioners of the Nangong family fled, and their hometown was killed with one blow. The only faith in their hearts has been broken.

"Dang!"

The black bell is the only heavenly magic weapon of the Zixiao School, called Silent Bell. Without any suspense, the dark light swept out and silenced everything.

More than 50 practitioners of the Nangong family were swept away by the dark light from the silence bell, and their bodies collapsed.

"Next... That's you!" Zhuge did not point to the owner of Qianmo City, and the silence bell exploded. With the sound of the bell like thunder, the owner of Qianmo City was extinguished, and together with more than a dozen elite practitioners of Qianmo City behind him, they were smashed into scum.

The silence bell turned into a peerless fierce soldier who destroyed everything and flattened the heavens and nine worlds in the hands of Zhuge Fuliang.

"Flying Fairy Gate! Hahaha, I'll send you to be immortal!" Zhuge Biao laughed loudly, and no one could stop him. He killed the people of Feixianmen, and the bricks turned into the ancient magic mountain, bombarding a group of practitioners of Feixianmen and their palms into flying ashes.

"Who's next? Fairy Phoenix Pavilion!" Where Zhuge Buliang's eyes passed, he finally stayed on the body of the Xianhuang Pavilion. In his eyes, his kindness and resentment with Xianhuang Pavilion had already been concluded more than ten years ago.

Tian Tai Ye's face turned purple, and his fists were tightly clenched together.

"Zhuge junior, don't be rampant! I will die with you!" Accompanied by the two elder-level figures beside Han Tai Ye, a totem rushed out of their bodies, and the two totems merged together. The bodies of the two elders burned like grassmen in an instant, and finally turned into two flame birds and rushed to Zhuge Fuliang.

"This is the forbidden art of Xianhuang Pavilion! In this case, it can also be used!" The owner of the Long family's eyes were solemn.

The phoenix shook the sky, and two flame birds swooped down and swept in with rolling flames.

"Boom!"

Less than ten meters away from Zhuge Fuliang, two flame birds suddenly turned into half-day flames and burst. The terrible waves rippled, sweeping Zhuge Fuliang into it.

Everyone retreated in a hurry for fear of being implicated by this terrible explosion.

"When Zhenyuan was sealed, how did they perform the forbidden spell?"

"Some core personnel of Xianhuang Pavilion have the blood of the divine bird in their bodies. It must have burned the blood of the divine bird in the body to cause this effect."

"Is Zhuge Fuliang dead?"

The flames were burning. After a few minutes, this terrible fluctuation gradually dissipated. Everyone raised their voices, and they were extremely nervous, looking into the sea of fire.

"God bless, burn this evil star to death..." Many people pray silently in their hearts.

At this time, I don't know who took the lead in making an exclamation. Everyone followed the sound and suddenly fell to the bottom.

In the sea of fire, a figure slowly came out. Zhuge Buliang's body was covered with a layer of purple flame, with seven big stars above his head. Gu Ding floated above his head, with a great atmosphere.

"This... Why aren't you dead yet!" Someone let out a sad cry in despair.

The corners of Han Tai Ye's mouth were fiercely **. He couldn't help retreating. The original invincible momentum disappeared, and was replaced by endless panic.

"No one can save you!" Zhuge Buliang said with a cold smile, and the silence bell fell, and there was a vast dark ink-like brilliance.

"Puff!"

Tian Tai Ye's body was bombarded into the ground, showing only half of his body outside, his face was full of blood, and his arms were weakly hanging on the ground.

"Dang!"

The silence bell hit again, covering the Taitai Ye in it, and the dark light flashed and smashed into dust.