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"ah!"

"It hurts!"

"Please, spare me."

"Help!"

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Xu Leitian frantically begged for mercy, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly, but Chen Banxian continued to attack coldly and ruthlessly.

He broke his bones one by one and his face was still livid.

"Killing my human race, are you happy?"

"Insects? You regard them as insects, and I regard you as maggots and flies!"

He switched to his feet and stepped on the weak parts of Xu Letian's body one by one.

"Who gave you the courage to kill them? Who asked you to kill them! Who asked you to play!"

The sounds were getting louder and louder.

When Chen Banxian thought that his decision-making indirectly led to the death of more than 400,000 people, he could not suppress his anger.

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Why do you do that!"

Xu Leitian was trampled to a pulp. He held a thick pestle in front of him, but Chen Banxian smashed it with the emperor's jar, smashing the thick pestle to pieces.

"You are still blocking, why are you blocking!"

Semi-sacred object was smashed?

The people of the Houdog tribe have dry throats. Who are they?

…

Xu Leitian has been resurrected countless times.

He was tortured and humiliated in various ways, and Chen Banxian would not let him go.

"There are more than 400,000 people, so I will kill you more than 400,000 times!"

Later, Xu Leitian became mentally disturbed. Every time he was resurrected, he would cry and scream indiscriminately.

"Your name is Nima, why didn't you scream when you killed people before?"

Chen Banxian pulled out his soul and attacked the soul.

The severe pain in the soul was the most painful, and Xu Leitian woke up instantly.

Then he let out a heart-rending scream and begged for mercy, but Chen Banxian only vented his anger piece by piece.

More than half a million times, even using time rules, it took three days, and all the Houdog clan members could only watch.

Finally, he used all his strength to kill Xu Leitian.

Senhan's eyes turned to the remaining Houdog clan members.

The bodies of more than twenty people were shocked.

During this torture period, they also heard the whole reason through Chen Banxian's words and Xu Leitian's begging for mercy, and they frantically distanced themselves from each other.

They waved their hands hurriedly: "It's all this Xu Leitian's doing. We don't know about this. We can swear to Heaven that we are innocent."

They were innocent, Chen Banxian knew in his heart but he could not be discouraged.

More than 400,000 people died immediately, and Chen Banxian’s soul could not be found.

His tone was colder than his eyes.

"I know you are innocent but I just want to be unreasonable today."

"Boom!"

Thunder landed on Wumeng Grassland, turning this place into a magma hell.

In the hell, Chen Banxian walked up to the last living Houdog tribesman.

The man's calves were trembling and he could no longer stand still. He could only keep rubbing against the ground and retreat.

Devil, devil, this person in front of you is the devil!

Chen Banxian took a deep breath, this person cannot be killed.

"You have to live."

He sneered: "Bring all you Houdog clan members down and pull them out of the Mirror Ruins world."

"I'm going to kill all of your clan...!"

The Houdog clan member was so frightened that he wet his pants.

He...he is so cruel!

But luckily he left and survived.

Haha, I survived!

The excitement in Xu Meng's heart was unparalleled. None of this mattered. As long as he could survive, he was really lucky.

He was relieved when the man left. He just wanted to lie on the ground and do nothing.

But suddenly, he found a pair of feet appearing next to his head.

not good! Could it be that that person was dishonest and kept coming back to kill him?

"Friend, why are you lying on the ground?"

A voice that did not belong to the demon came, and Xumeng breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it's not him, he's not afraid even if it's an enemy clan.

The method of repeatedly killing a person hundreds of thousands of times will cast a shadow on him for the rest of his life.

"The ground is cool." Xu Meng replied. The man was a race with metal bones and handed him a letter.

"After the Mount Everest incident, Senior Yinglang planned to hold a banquet to entertain various ancient tribes, so that everyone could get to know each other."

"I hope you Hougou tribe can also participate."

It turned out to be an invitation.

After receiving it, Xu Meng solemnly expressed his affirmation.

"Then I'll leave first." The ancient metal clan left, which made Xu Meng sigh in relief.

"Fortunately, metal life forms are different from us and didn't notice that I was incontinent."

Otherwise, if word spreads, he will be embarrassed and humiliated.

Xu Meng opened the envelope directly. As for the feces and urine on his body, he no longer cared about it.

It's great to be alive.

The invitations were written in hieroglyphics, and the Taoist rhyme was implied to be easy to distinguish, so there was no problem of cultural barriers.

In the letter, Yinglang first sent greetings to all ethnic groups from the president, and then later expressed his intention. The banquet would be held at the top of Kunlun Mountain, and he hoped that all parties would be free to show their appreciation.

"I must go." Xumeng clenched his fists: "I want to expose that human race and let everyone deal with him together."

Being able to kill an entire clan alone is too terrifying, and the danger must be eliminated.

He looked at the envelope and suddenly found another pair of shoes in front of him.

"Messenger, you still have... evil... ah, devil!"

He was incoherent. It turned out that Chen Banxian was back again.

"In the future, don't have the bad habit of talking to yourself like this."

Chen Banxian lined his shoulders and pulled him into the gate of Fengdu City.

There he was in the seventh realm, and Xumeng was in the sixth realm. His memory was deleted by him and turned into an ancient tribe causing trouble for them.

As for what this ancient clan looked like, he changed it into the Curse clan.

Holding the invitation, Chen Banxian looked at the envelope and frowned.

When Kunlun held a banquet, did he really think that he had become the Holy Mother of Yaochi?

Maybe, there will be an opportunity there.

Chen Banxian tried to change his aura and appearance, but after a few times he frowned.

The rules of creation are strong, but it doesn't matter to ordinary people. It's probably not realistic to deceive Ying Lang.

That must be an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years. He has to find a way to change himself.

Chen Banxian noticed that the time was thirty days and nights later.

"That means there's still a month left, so I'll go back to Mount Everest first."

That jade ring was a very precious thing, and he had an idea that he didn't know if it could be realized.

After spending a day traveling back and forth to Baihu City, Chen Banxian returned to Mount Everest holding an orb.

He has already informed Zhoushan Human Race's location in the Eastern Wasteland, and with the Ancient Forbidden Land as a back-up, he is not afraid of him leaking the information.

"Ah! You're back!"

Xiaoxue was extremely surprised: "I have been waiting for you for four days, six hours, twenty-two minutes, fourteen seconds and sixty-four."

Chen Banxian glanced at him, and then snatched Baihu City's mobile phone.

Watching less mobile phones is not good for brain development.

"Give me the jade ring." Chen Banxian stretched out his hand. The latter held his mouth and took it, still looking at the phone reluctantly.

His eyes kept rolling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't disturb me, just go and play by yourself."

Chen Banxian held the jade ring and the silver orb.

Immortal weapon, time ball.

Chen Banxian used it again. This time, three gates appeared again.

Yellow door, blue door, white door.

There is still only the yellow door that lights up. If it is simply used, it cannot exceed the timeline of his birth.

Chen Banxian frowned and called out, "Qi Ling, how do you use the other two doors?"

"To open the blue spirit gate, you need enough spiritual energy."

"Aura, aura again, Chen Banxian remembered the nightmare experience in which he was almost sucked to death."

"Let's discuss it."

Chen Banxian picked up the imperial jar, and the bells inside were tinkling.

"Do you think, can these things be replaced with spiritual energy?"

"This immortal weapon only requires spiritual energy or spiritual stones."

Qi Ling is still rigid and sticks to the bottom line.

This move doesn't seem to work, is it still necessary for him to realize it?

He smashed his mouth, thought for a moment, and stretched out a finger.

"I'll give you one percent."

"This immortal weapon...can you add more?"

Good guy, this time the magic ball changed its tune.

"One and a half percent." Chen Banxian gritted his teeth and felt heartbroken.

"Thirty percent."

Immortal weapon quotation: "I am also an immortal weapon after all. I give you 30% of it and let you take advantage of it."

"Thirty percent is too much." Chen Banxian couldn't accept the price, so after a final discussion, he decided to settle for 20%.

Chen Banxian began to pour treasures out of the jar, all of which were collected from ancient tribes.

Among them, there are hundreds of quasi-sacred objects alone, and there are dozens of future sacred objects, as well as various armors, weapons, etc.

It's a pity that the energy brought by the magical shadow has dissipated, resulting in a huge loss.

"So many?" The immortal weapons were startled. They were all piled up into a mountain, and he was a little overwhelmed: "Do you treat me as a garbage dump?"

"Just tell me whether you want it or not." Chen Ban asked from his soul.

"want!"

Immortal Qi simply replied: "I can go back to the origin and these things can be transformed into spiritual energy."

"Then what are you waiting for? Open the blue door!"

The door was lit, and the weapon spirit's voice became normal: "Please choose an anchor point."

Chen Banxian took out the ring and pointed at the nearest line on it.

"Go here."

"here?"

Qi Ling was surprised: "You are sure, that was a long time ago."

"Do I have enough here?"

He learned a lot from the experience, and he didn't want to be fooled again.

"It's equivalent to 9,800 top-quality spiritual stones, which is a difference of two hundred."

Sure enough, Qi Ling's tone had a hint of regret, and Chen Banxian knew that he had evil intentions.

"So, you need the energy of 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones to open the blue door?"

Chen Banxian's tone was shocking: "Are your hearts as dark as those of your eighteenth generation ancestors?"

"How much do I charge?"

The weapon spirit's tone was like mocking a country bumpkin: "Do you know where you are going? This is the last era, Atlantis, which spans tens of thousands of years."

Atlantis in the last era?

Chen Banxian suddenly came to his senses and pointed at the lines on it: "You mean, all of them are traces of the previous era?"

"No." Immortal Weapon Spirit said in a leisurely tone, "Each pattern represents an era."

Shocking secret.

The lines on it are densely packed, and they must be remnants of many eras.

Why do those civilizations that have been forgotten in the years leave traces on the round jade ring?

At this moment, he felt a trace of sadness in his heart. Will one day he also leave the last trace of human civilization on the jade ring?