Extreme Yama System

The name of Yama is little known. There are many people who know it in Dali, but not many people in the Central Plains martial arts. Even if the Juxianzhuang murder case was before, there were only one or two people who could escape, and they were not known to outsiders. Therefore, when they saw that the dignified "Nan Murong" also greeted the incoming person in a proper manner, everyone present was shocked. Secretly guess who the comer is.

In the middle of the field, Duan Yu, Jiu Mozhi and several generals of Murong Fu knew Xue Wusuan. At this time, they all bowed their heads and did not dare to say a word. Duan Yu, in particular, hid behind his guards. Afraid to see this extremely terrifying "Brother Yan". These two times, every time I saw him, I would say some strange words, which made his mind fluctuate, as if a demon was about to run out and ravage in his heart.

"Okay, you don't need to salute, let's play while you play." Xue Wusuan waved to the saluting people, walked up to Su Xinghe with a smile, and asked, "Old man Su, you've been fascinated by piano and chess all day. The acrobatics of calligraphy and painting have abandoned martial arts, and I can only watch this **** who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors showing off his power in front of his eyes, do you regret it in your heart?"

Su Xinghe's face darkened slightly, and he asked, "Who is Your Excellency?"

Xue Wusuan smiled but didn't answer, he turned his head to look at the colorful old man beside him. He really couldn't think of anyone else in this world except Ding Chunqiu, who would wear clothes like this.

"Old Monster Ding, I heard that your Shenmu Wangding is good, how about you give it to me? I'll exchange your life for you."

When I heard Xue Wusuan talking to Su Xinghe, Ding Chunqiu was already angry when he called himself "a **** who deceives his teachers and destroys his ancestors". He quietly put the poison out of his sleeve, and he was about to kill the arrogant person of unknown origin in front of him. But it has been four or five breaths, and there is no movement. Doubtful. But he heard that the other party was asking him for the treasure of the Constellation faction, and what was even more irritating was that he still exchanged his own life?

"Use Ben Immortal's own life for Shenmu Wangding? Boy, is your brain burned out?" As he spoke, he fanned his sleeve towards Xue Wusuan's face, bringing a burst of brown smoke.

Xue Wusuan avoided dodging, just waiting for the smoke covering him to dissipate. He looked at Ding Chunqiu with a smug look on his face.

"Humph! It's too much for your own power, let's see how long you can endure when you get hit with Benxian's carrion poison!" Ding Chunqiu saw that Xue Wusuan was expressionless, and sneered in his heart, thinking that the other party was fighting hard. Yin smiled to see the miserable state of Xue Wusuan when he was poisoned.

"Poison? This thing is also called poison? Forget it, what do you care about, I'll have a good chat with you later." Xue Wusuan curled his lips, his second-level Yama body couldn't even help Yin Sha, not to mention this mortal Between the mere poisonous powder?

At the same time as Xue Wusuan turned around, Ding Chunqiu slapped Xue Wusuan's vest with a cold palm, the Hua Gong Dafa in his hand turned sharply, and the abacus was about to destroy Xue Wusuan's internal strength.

When Hua Gong Dafa encounters Beiming Shen Gong, what kind of scene will it be? It's like a father meets a son. Dare to make a second? Papa is two slaps that can't find the north.

"Bei, Beiming Divine Art?! You, you..."

Ding Chunqiu was originally a third-generation disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect. The Huagong Dafa that he became famous for was born out of Beiming Shengong, how could he not recognize it? I was terrified and wanted to break free, but the suction between my palms was too terrifying, not only could I not break free, but I lost most of my internal strength in just a few breaths.

"Forgive, spare me!"

Xue Wusuan really stopped. He asked with a smile, "Where's the Shenmu Wangding? Take it out in exchange for your own life."

"My lord, please spare me. The tripod was stolen by a child under my sect. I am also pursuing it. Please, please, my lord, please give me a few days. As long as it is recovered, it will be..."

When Xue Wusuan heard the words, he immediately lost interest and interrupted: "No need. Without the Shenmu Wangding, your old life will be taken away. After you remember, you will report your name when you meet the Soul Gathering Envoy. Just say it is useful for me to keep you. Remember?"

"No no no! Don't kill me, I still have..."

The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, can you survive until the fifth watch?

As soon as he pointed it out, Ding Chunqiu's forehead was a round hole that was pierced in the opposite direction, and a red and white thing splashed out, and he died on the spot.

Then, in Xue Wusuan's eyes, a ghost slowly floated out from Ding Chunqiu's body, looking at Xue Wusuan in front of him with a dull expression.

Xue Wusuan pronounced his soul and said to Ding Chunqiu, "How is it? Death is actually not scary, right? People in the world always want to live forever, but who knows that longevity is actually for pain. Go, go with that power. Remember what I told you."

Ding Chunqiu, who turned into a ghost, was beyond surprised. It never occurred to me that after death, people can continue to exist in the way they are now. Looking at his corpse under his feet and then at Xue Wusuan, plus the power that was pulling him all the time, his heart was in chaos. However, it was not allowed to stay for more. Under the power of that stalwart, it slowly sank into the ground, and soon disappeared.

Did the constellation boss just die like this?

Everyone who knew Xue Wusuan was indifferent. What if the constellation boss is a super-first-class master in the arena? It depends on who you are facing. In this grandfather's eyes, there is no difference between a super-first-class master and an ant that lives on the ground.

After sending Ding Chunqiu away, Xue Wusuan ignored the terrified eyes around him and continued to look in ecstasy. Su Xinghe, who had a great vengeance, said: "Old man Su, look, the scum of your master has already helped you. Cooking. Would you like me to go in and see Wuyazi?"

"Ah? You, how did you know?!" Su Xinghe wanted to thank Xue Wusuan, thank him for helping Xiaoyao Sect to clear the portal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But before he could say anything, he heard the other party say a word. "No cliffs" three words. How's that? Besides him, is there anyone else in the world who knows that his master is still alive? !

"How did this gentleman know what this has to do with it? If I hadn't thought that Wuyazi still had a chance, I would have come a long time ago. Okay, I won't talk to you old man." After Xue Wu finished speaking Even shaking the fan to the back of the wooden house. Su Xinghe still wanted to stop it, but was slapped by Xue Wusuan, lying on the ground and couldn't get up again.

"Murong Fu, oh, and that Monk Bang over there, Jiu Mozhi, right? Help me stay here, don't let others disturb me."

"Don't worry, my lord, Murong Fu will not let the younger generation go in and disturb the lord."

"Amitabha! Don't worry, donor, the poor monk will not let anyone in here to disturb the donor."

two people. One person is eager to help Xue Wusuan to do something. One person is afraid in his heart and dare not obey.

But Xue Wusuan didn't care about this, he shook his fan and got into the wooden house through the big hole that the little monk had smashed.

In the wooden house, an old man with white hair and a shawl, with an old but still handsome face, was sitting cross-legged on the bed. A little monk was kneeling on the floor in front of him. The two of them were talking, when they heard footsteps, they turned their heads and looked over.

Xue Wusuan closed the folding fan. The two looked up and down with interest. I thought to myself: No wonder Tianshan Tongmao and Li Qiushui both love this Wuyazi so much. He's really a super handsome guy! Duan Yu, Duan Zhengchun, and Murong Fu are nothing compared to him! Oh, is this monk Xu Zhu? Sure enough, he had a stupid face.

"Who are you!" Wu Yazi frowned slightly, his tone turned cold.

"My lord, Yama, seeing that you have a fate with me, I will come and wait for you."

"wait for me?"