Heaven-law Supreme System

There are not many people begging for mercy. After all, they also understand that it is impossible for a powerful person like Chu Xuan to listen to one or two words to spare his life.

Such a strong person, in their impression, is nothing more than a move, and it will definitely not be soft.

Well, these experiences actually come from themselves. After all, they did what they did before.

When Chu Xuan heard what these guys said, he looked at the miserable blood of their seven orifices, and sneered: "Am I the devil? What a must-have? It's ridiculous. I don't even look at how many innocent lives you have taken on your body."

"To tell you the truth, this palm is called the Palm of the Demon God, and it does not harm ordinary people. However, as long as you are burdened with killing karma, karma, and resentment from innocent people, then you will die."

"Look at what you look like one by one, you can see that you are all executioners, and you didn't die."

Chu Xuan almost uttered a word, without emotional fluctuations, as if someone who was sitting on the sidelines was explaining a fact he had seen with his own eyes.

Only at the end, I laughed wildly: "I am a cultivator, I am going against the sky, going smoothly, and against the immortal. I will naturally take care of things that the sky does not care.

Boom!

After speaking, Chu Xuan still raised his hand, and a five-color thunder burst out from his fingertips, and slashed at the people present. Immediately, many people were smashed to the outside, but they did not lose it because of their own. Palmprint against them.

As for the five-color thunder, it just shows the fact that you can control the thunder.

With a scream, an inexplicable force was released from Chu Xuan's body, turned into inexhaustible silk threads, and fell into the minds of the old man with a childlike face and the gloomy old man.

He wants to grab their memories, look at the origin of Jizhou Ding and the origin of the Netherstone, in order to get more clues, see if he can guess some clues, find more Netherstone, and find the other eight. tripod.

Xia Yu Jiuding, it should have returned to the original owner long ago, and Chu Xuan needed the power of faith and luck in the other eight tripods to bless his body.

After devouring the power of faith of the Japanese pirates, he discovered that this thing is a good thing, not only can be used for cultivation, but also can wash away the karma and killing karma from his body.

There is also the Netherstone, which is naturally the better. With this Netherstone in front of him, Chu Xuan is confident that he should be able to break the Azure Emperor's longevity skill to one level.

However, he also knew that the more the Qingdi Changsheng Gong practiced later, the more Netherstones he would need. If he practiced without the nether power provided by the Netherstones, it would be extremely difficult not to mention it, and it would even be easy to get into trouble. .

All this is not nonsense, but the Qing Emperor has a clear record on the Qing Emperor's longevity.

However, Chu Xuan would naturally not give up practicing the Azure Emperor Longevity Kungfu, that would be a big killer for him in the future.

In the process of searching for the soul, Chu Xuan held his breath and closed the Six Senses, completely not disturbed by the screams and wailing in the court.

"Huh..."

Chu Xuan took back the silk thread, he had mastered all the memories of both.

The moment the silk thread was retracted, the two of them died out of breath.

Originally pressed by Fumo’s handprints, and severely injured, coupled with the soul-searching mystery that destroyed the mind, naturally the oil was exhausted, the lamp was dried up, and their little lifespan was exhausted, and they went straight on their legs and belched. Lost.

After the two died, they weren't oppressed by Fumo's mudra. The others who hadn't died still liked screaming on the ground, but their voices had become weak.

After glanced at it, these killing karma was clustered and had turned into boneless people, already soaked in blood, Chu Xuan raised his hand to the handprint floating in the air and lightly pressed it.

Bang...

Fumo's handprints were finally completely pressed down, like a Taishan mountain falling, and immediately crushed all these people into powder.

After the palm prints dispersed, a large palm print was left on the white marble ground, and the golden light gathered toward Chu Xuan's body little by little, and returned to Chu Xuan's Dantian without wasting a single bit.