Archfiend

"Who...stirred this hornet's nest?" A sage was still full of resentment towards Xu Yangyi before, but these words completely deceived him. Thinking about it from his perspective, if something like this happened to him, he would be able to massacre the whole city.

There were many people who had the same idea as him. Several sages looked at each other under great pressure. Their eyes changed from panic, to doubt, to the final change of stance. Whoever provoked this god of death would resist the sword. Once this blow is real When it falls, you don’t need to think about how terrifying it is.

Xu Yangyi's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him: "This door is right in front of me. It is so close to me, but I have been rejected."

"I am standing here now, just asking for one thought to be clear. So, I only have one request."

He took a deep breath and spoke with spring thunder: "Bring these two bastards, Lord Kusheng and Song Yinfeng to me, the Holy Lord!"

Swish, brush, brush! After the words fell, all the monks raised their heads desperately and looked at Xu Yangyi with dumbfounded eyes, unable to hide the shock on their faces. The next second, the sound of shocked gasps echoed through the sky.

"Second Young Master Song?! Second Young Master Song did it? This...is this impossible? He...wanted to let the Song family escort Second Young Master Song in front of Shentian City, the Song Family's land of Longxing? This... Isn’t that too domineering?”

"You have five minutes to think about it." Xu Yang was unheard of, and his spiritual power remained silent. However, no one dared to ignore the dark vortex.

"How is that possible!!" The meeting hall above the city gate also knelt on the ground due to the majestic pressure. The two monks wearing the emblem of the Four Swords Pierced the Sun family suddenly raised their heads. They could no longer suppress the panic in their hearts and raised their heads. Exhale.

On the city tower, rows of low-level monks from the Song family opened their mouths like a torrent of steel, unable to believe their ears.

These words were like a thunder that exploded in the crowd, causing their eyes to turn black. Did the Second Young Master Song secretly send out his treasure envoy? And not killed yet? The other party is back?

In the meeting hall, a Nascent Soul's eyes darkened and he fainted immediately.

The other monks of the Song family were looking ahead almost blankly. Suddenly, a Nascent Soul touched his forehead to the ground sadly: "Second Young Master... you are confused!!"

"Either eradicate the roots! How could you provoke such a powerful enemy!"

"The dignified Song family is now being questioned by a descendant of the Towering City. Your sins are serious!!"

"What's the use of crying!!" The monk next to him tried his best to lift his body, veins bulging on his forehead: "Inform the clan elder immediately! Let's... let's hold him back for now! Wait for the clan elder's decision!"

There was no need for them to tell them. Paper cranes carrying messages had already flown to various corners of the towering city. The consciousnesses of each person in the Song family were crazily intertwined with entanglement, regret, resentment, and unwillingness. The powerful people are gritting their teeth and making quick decisions.

"This family has never been bullied to this extent before!" A thunderous shout rang out in the intertwined consciousness network, and a middle-aged man's voice roared at the top of his lungs: "Deploy the Palm Treasurer! Destroy! Kill this humble monk! Destroy his soul! Tell everyone who is the boss of Kunlun!"

"Are you crazy! With more than 20 palm treasures, you think you can defeat the five five kings and two queens?! Others still have a unique attack in hand! This is all a good thing provoked by you idiots with Yuzimai! "

Another voice was trembling with excessive anger: "Good...very good! After thousands of years of not showing off, the younger generation dares to point their swords at the Towering City! Force the Song family to make friends at the door of my heirloom family! Let's make friends! The next generation of the family! Under the spotlight! Who gave him the courage?"

"I want to see if he dares to touch a hair of Towering City in five minutes! Idiot! Do you think he doesn't dare to move? I tell you, yes! He must dare! If there is no answer in five minutes, you just watch. Open the mountain guarding formation! Why? If you don’t want to give up Song Yinfeng, then you are willing to take the risk with Towering City?”

"Damn it... Song Yinfeng, this idiot! How did I choose him in the first place! How could I provoke such a terrifying monk! Didn't he inquire about the opponent's strength in advance? Stupid! This move put the Song family in a dilemma ! Can’t he look at the target when he provokes people? Does he really think that the Song family is omnipotent! "

"What's the use of talking about this now!!" Another woman's voice grinded her teeth: "To hand over, or not to hand over! Only five minutes! It's about the Song family's reputation! What's the use of arguing!"

In one sentence, no one answered in an instant.

pay?

It's simply impossible. This is no longer a slap in the face, but a blow to the Song family. As long as the Song family dares to make friends, his rating will definitely drop next time, and he will never have the shame to talk about the heirloom family.

Not paying?

The five demon kings are pressing down on the formation, but Du Bu's spiritual power is suppressed but cannot be released. Taichu is watching from behind, and it is the towering city that is difficult to dismount from on a tiger!

Compared with the value of Towering City, handing someone over is the best choice. However... that means handing over the next head of the family in person! How can it be done!

"That's enough." At this moment, an old voice sounded, and all the voices around him fell silent: "I... will give him an answer myself."

"Now, let the Song family monks at the door hold him back. He must not be allowed to attack Towering City."

After a pause, there was a sound of teeth rubbing in the consciousness network: "This face... the Song family cannot afford to be embarrassed!"

"Keep Towering City no matter what!"

Outside the mountain-protecting formation, time passed by like this. A few minutes later, Xu Yangyi finally raised his eyes. Everyone's eyes lit up, but when the other person opened his mouth, it was the coldness that drove them into hell.

"ten."

Only ten seconds left?

How could it be so fast!

The hearts of everyone in all directions are beating wildly. There are only ten seconds left...only the last ten seconds! Where are the people from the Song family? Where are the heads of the various clans? Where is the elder? Where is the Supreme Elder? Why is no one there?

After ten seconds of no response, he...does he really dare to attack Towering City? Do you really dare to make this mark in history?

Their hearts were beating like drums, and countless people were breathing rapidly, gritting their teeth as they watched this unprecedented scene in the history of the towering city. Sweating all over.

"Nine."

"Tao, fellow Taoist..." The emotionless voice sounded again. A sage and perfect Yin Lord finally couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his head with all his strength and said hoarsely: "This is a serious matter... Please be patient. slow……"

"Is this a serious matter?" Before he could finish speaking, Xu Yangyi's sneer sounded through the sky, and he suddenly raised his voice: "I am about to die in front of the battle, with hundreds of thousands of people watching helplessly! Why didn't you say this at that time? It’s a big deal!”

"Song Yinfeng sent out his treasure envoys to kill heroes based on personal grudges. Why didn't you say it was a big deal!"

He calmly looked at the three big words in Towering City: "Pay it forward, or don't hand it over."

"eight!"

"seven!"

"six!"

"Sir!!" The door of the meeting hall opened with a bang, and a embarrassed late-stage Yuanying figure rushed out, hoarsely kowtowing, and said with a bang: "Sir, please show mercy! I am a direct descendant of the Song family, the elder of the Hengzimai family! As long as you show your noble hand. , The Song family will definitely retaliate with all their strength!"

Xu Yangyi paused and said emotionlessly: "Five."

"Four!"

"Sir! Sir, think twice!!" This time, several figures crawled out under the terrifying pressure and kowtowed desperately: "There must be some misunderstanding! There must be! The Song family is willing to settle this matter with the greatest sincerity!"

"three."

"Sir, please stop! The Second Young Master Song cannot die! He, he is the next generation head of the family! That's right! Sir, you are also in Kunlun, everyone will help each other in the future. The Song family will definitely handle this matter seriously! My Lord, the Second Young Master Song is dead! No! Sir, think twice! Don’t be impulsive!”

Finished?

Xu Yangyi sneered, "If you cut the grass without uprooting it, it will grow again with the spring breeze."

"two."

"Sir! Ten billion in spiritual jade!!" An elder of the Song family was completely crazy. Everyone could see that the other party really wanted to do it, really wanted to do it!

He squirmed like a worm and screamed at the top of his lungs: "As long as you let the second master go! I will repay you with my ring in my hand!"

"Ten thousand kilograms of top-grade materials and treasures! A star-domed main city! The Song family is responsible for building it! As long as you specify the location! It will not be less than one percent of the towering city!"

The monks in all directions felt suffocated.

The Song family...the towering Song family...even if the Nascent Soul came out, its nose would be as high as the sky, but now it is begging like a bug. Not to mention that there is no one to come after, Ben Lei is simply unprecedented.

"God..." A Nascent Soul leader closed his eyes tremblingly. In this inexplicable terror, there was actually a kind of vague longing, and he said in a trembling voice: "This kind of monk... is simply unheard of..."

"One." After Xu Yangyi said this word without hesitation, he suddenly smiled: "Can't he die?"

With tears streaming down his face, the elder of the Song family raised his red and swollen forehead and nodded with hopeful eyes.

Xu Yangyi said calmly: "Is this holy king going to die?"

As soon as the words fell, in everyone's dull eyes, demonic energy soared into the sky, and the vortex suddenly expanded to three thousand meters. A white finger, carrying a torrential amount of demonic energy, slowly stretched out from it.

The fingers were covered with dark talismans. It was obviously just a finger, but it seemed as if it was facing a star, and the suffocating pressure swept across a million meters. Click in the air.

The Demon Lord pointed.

At this moment, at the end of the Nine-Nine Xuanhuang Formation, hundreds of almost invisible black spots appeared in the sky. Before the people arrived, the sound arrived first. The frightened sounds cut through the sky, and some even broke the sound. They rushed towards here crazily. Come.

"No!! Stop!! Holy Lord Ben Lei, what are you going to do?! Fellow Daoist Ben Lei! Everything is easy to discuss! Don't be impulsive! Stop... stop! Everything is easy to discuss!"

Among them, the eleven-point brilliance was the fastest, almost exerting all its strength, pulling out traces of flames in the void, being far ahead, and crossing ten thousand meters in an instant. Without concealing her own spiritual power, a woman in palace attire led the way and shouted loudly, which could be heard for hundreds of miles: "Bring the dead body here! Little friend, please show mercy!"

"Zi..." Above the sky, there was a sound of gasping. This scene was so big that they couldn't even think about it and could only passively accept it. And now... the Song family has actually given in?

For the first time in history, that ancestral family chose to compromise under coercion.

The Song family was scared. This long-established family was really scared when Towering City faced a real threat.

However...is it enough to just be afraid?

If fear can solve the problem, if repentance can redeem the sin, what is the use of punishment?