Son-in-law Dan Zun

"Hahaha…"

"Say this, do you believe it yourself?"

"Luo Wushu doesn't even have a true spiritual realm's cultivation base, even if the combat power is more enchanting, how strong can it be."

"Now, if he hadn't been huddled in Tianxuan Academy, our Sikong family would be the first to let him go."

Si Kongyu sneered again and again.

Afterwards, following Si Kongming's method, he left an arrow in Jian Wushuang's other arm.

"Two sage nephews, don't you think this is too boring?" Xue Qingyi suddenly said.

Si Kongyu's eyes lit up and they curiously asked, "Uncle Xue, what good suggestions do you have?"

"I can't talk about good suggestions!"

"However, although Jian Wushuang will be painful with your torture method, it is not intolerable, and more importantly, it will not be unforgettable."

Xue Qingyi said with a faint smile, making everyone's eyes light up.

They understand that Xue Qingyi can speak such words, and it must be a clever plan.

"Uncle Xue, please!" Si Kongyu and two hurriedly bowed for advice, appearing extremely humble and studious.

"Come here!" Xue Qingyi patted his palms, and suddenly, a group of people came escorted by the blood-clothed guards.

A group of people, about hundreds of people.

Among them, there are men and women, and there are old and young.

Their cultivation base is not high, at most they have not transitioned through Mana Tribulation, and some of them have no cultivation base at all.

"Brother Blood, what are you doing?" The eyes of Sikonghe and the others were full of curiosity.

"Hahaha, you know, who are they?" Xue Qingyi smiled faintly.

"I don't know!" Everyone shook his head.

"Do you know?" Xue Qingyi abused Xiang Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang was silent and did not respond.

Of course, he does not know these people either.

"Hahaha, Jian Wushuang, do you still remember Feng Liang?" Xue Qingyi waved his hand and found out several people.

"Look, does it look like it!"

"Blood Tsing Yi, you..." Jian Wushuang's hideous eyes were suddenly scarlet and terrifying.

"Hahaha, do you think there are only descendants of Feng Liang?"

Xue Qingyi once again found several people, "These are the descendants of Chen Yishan."

"These are the descendants of Zhang Zhi!"

"These dozen or so are descendants of Yang Pingzhi."

...

"Those of them back then, because you were implicated in them, they could only live incognito."

"And now, if even future generations are to be implicated to death by you, do you have a conscience to go?"

Xue Qingyi's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing Jian Wushuang's heart, making him unable to resist a roar.

"Blood Tsing Yi, you are not human!"

"Hahaha..." Blood Tsing Yi laughed noncommittal.

"Of course I am not a human being. In front of you, I am a god. One thought can control your life and death!"

After speaking, he scratched the palm of his hand, and saw a child who was only about ten years old, bursting into a cloud of blood.

He didn't even have time to scream.

The blood splashed on Jian Wushuang's face, making his heart unable to bear a drop of blood.

It was a descendant of Yang Pingzhi, a friend of his back then.

Moreover, it seems to be only ten years old!

"Hahahahahaha... roar and roar!"

"Or, you don't care about the life and death of these people at all."

Xue Tsing Yi once again turned to one person, and grabbed it in the air. It was an old man who was over a few years old.

With a bang, blood splashed on Jian Wushuang's face again.

"Stop, stop!" Jian Wushuang roared, his expression almost distorted.

"If you tell me to stop, shall I stop?" Xue Qingyi smirked and scratched the palm of his hand again.

Fiery blood splashed on Jian Wushuang's face again.

However, he could only growl weakly.

He believes that he is not a good stubborn, but he has never been so frantic.

Moreover, these people in front of him had never met him, and had nothing to do with him.

Just because their ancestors knew themselves.

"Give you a second, curse Luo Wushu, otherwise I will kill another person immediately." Xue Qingyi smirked.

Even without giving Jian Wushuang any time to react, he immediately spit out a sound.

"one!"

The word'one' fell, and there was a bang immediately, and another figure was caught and exploded in the air.

In front of Xueqingyi, the innocent people are no different from ants.

"If you have the ability...you just killed Lao Tzu!" Jian Wushuang clenched his fists, only feeling that life is better than death.

In his heart, he is full of self-blame.

"It's so beautiful!" Si Kongyu walked forward, holding a fourteen or five-year-old boy in his hands, staring at Jian Wushuang sarcastically.

"I'll give you three seconds. As long as you scold Luo Wushu, how about I let him go?"

"three!"

"two!"

"Luo Wushu bastard!" Jian Wushuang squeezed out a voice.

Bastard, it shouldn't be a curse. If he can save someone, he believes that Luo Wushu will not blame himself.

"Hahaha **** is also a curse, Jian Wushuang, when did you become so qualified."

Sikong Yu sneered, "However, since I have said it, I will naturally be there."

Si Kongyu casually threw the young man in his hand at Si Kongming.

With a bang, the young man was blasted with a punch by Si Kongming in mid-air, and he didn't even have a chance to scream.

"What rubbish, I want to get close to this young master!" Si Kongming patted his palms with a look of disgust.

"You..." Jian Wu's eyes were cracking. If his eyes could kill people, these people would have cut him a thousand swords.

"Oh!" Si Kongyu sighed lightly, and said with a smile: "I did what I said and let him go, it's a pity..."

"He has a bad life hahahahaha!"

...

"How do the two wise nephews feel about this torture compared to before?" Xue Qingyi said with a soft smile.

"Thank you for your advice today, Uncle Xue, it really makes the juniors feel useful for life." Si Kongyu bowed and bowed.

"Jiang is still old and spicy, the ancients don't deceive me!" Si Kongming also saluted.

"Hahaha, two wise nephews are polite, I will teach you another trick!" Xue Qingyi laughed.

His eyes fell on the group of innocent people.

"Do you know why you fell in your family and why you became prisoners?"

Everyone was silent, but their eyes all glanced at Jian Wushuang.

"Yes, it is because of them!" Xue Qingyi laughed, "However, I am willing to give you a chance!"

Xue Qingyi threw a dagger.

"Whoever wants to stab him and say something damnable to him, I will let him go."

Everyone fell silent.

"Whether you stick or not, he is dead. Why don't you use him to complete your chance of survival?"

Xue Qingyi said again: "While I haven't changed my mind, hurry up!"

"Moreover, the number of places is limited, and there are only ten people alive!"

"I'm coming!" Immediately, a middle-aged man walked out.

He picked up the dagger on the ground and plunged it into Jian Wushuang's thigh fiercely, "Bad son, why don't you just go to death! It's all about our ancestors, why do you want to harm us!"

"Hahahahahaha..." Xue Qingyi did what he said and immediately let the middle-aged man go.

Suddenly, the eyes of those innocent people lit up.

People are not for themselves, and the earth will die!

Moreover, they are not familiar with Jian Wushuang at all, and it is not really difficult to start.

Immediately several people walked out at the same time to pick up the dagger.

Xue Qingyi was very generous, and with a wave of his hand, several daggers were still on the ground.

The sound of pouting came out one after another.

"As early as hundreds of years ago, you should have died, why should you stay on your side?"

"You **** it, and you shouldn't bother me and wait. We just want to live in peace. Isn't it too much?"

"Jian Wushuang, you must not die!"

"Jian Wushuang, people like you should go directly to the 18th hell."

...

When the ten people were released, Jian Wushuang fell directly to the ground feebly, completely becoming a blood man.

He could hardly find a complete part of his body.

"Feed him the pill!" Xue Qingyi ordered.

Before Luo Wushu arrived, how could he cause Jian Wushuang to die directly.

After taking the medicine, Jian Wushuang's injuries were slowly stopped.

He looked up at the gloomy void, and his scarlet eyes seemed to have turned pale at this moment.

"Feel sorry!"

"I really shouldn't... live in this world, I **** it!"

"Luo Wushu...I don't think I have a chance to see this group of beasts looking like they can't die."

"But if you can... I beg you to make them die."

"Please...you must..."

Jian Wushuang's eyes faded, and the will to survive is missing, only hatred and unwillingness are still mixed in it.

"Rumble..."

However, at this moment, there was a rumbling sonic boom.

Above the void, a line of figures suddenly descended at an incredible speed.

The first three are Luo Wushu, Mo Fan and Yaoyue whom Jian Wushuang is familiar with.

"I heard that people will have hallucinations before death. It seems that I will be relieved immediately and die directly."

Jian Wushuang laughed at himself, not afraid, but felt more relaxed than ever.

Perhaps, hundreds of years ago, he should have died directly!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Seeing Jian Wushuang's horrible look, the bodies of the three Luo Wushu were all swept out of the body with unstoppable violence.

"Bad son, you must not die!"

At this moment, all three of them were extremely angry.

It was for them that Jian Wushuang became a prisoner.

However, nowadays, he has suffered so much...

Not to mention them, even Pang Shi and the others have an involuntary Xi Sheng rising in their hearts.

Humans can't die but the birds turn to the sky, but such behavior is simply not as good as a beast.

"Is this illusion so lifelike?" Jian Wushuang put a trace of the strength recovered from the healing pill to his hand, squeezing his wound.

Actually, there was a feeling of pain, which made his eyes condensed suddenly.

"..."