Wrath of the Immortal

"Ah! Please, kill me! Please..."

Beitang Mingxue couldn't bear the heart-wrenching pain and begged for mercy loudly.

"Don't worry, I will cut off all your flesh and blood, and then refine your soul."

While Xiao Chen was speaking, his hands did not stop.

In a blink of an eye, there was a thick pile of flesh and blood around him.

On Beitang Mingxue's thigh, you can even see deep white bones.

"Xiao Chen, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

"For the sake of me being your father's wife, give me a quick death."

"Please, don't torture me anymore, kill me quickly!"

"..."

Beitang Mingxue's eyes were scattered, and he only wanted to die, and begged in a trembling voice.

"It's easy to die, but it's hard to live."

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."

"Don't shout, if you shout again, I'll cut off your mouth."

"..."

Xiao Chen glared at Beitang Mingxue and shouted angrily.

"You son of a bitch, you will die a miserable death..."

Beitang Mingxue saw that her plea was useless, and shouted with a ferocious look.

"Noisy!!!"

Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold, and he cut off Beitang Mingxue's mouth directly.

"Woo woo woo..."

Beitang Mingxue wanted to insult Xiao Chen, but she couldn't make any sound.

She glared at Xiao Chen, her blood-red eyes flashing with coldness.

If eyes could kill, she would have killed Xiao Chen countless times.

Xiao Chen ignored Beitang Mingxue's eyes and continued to cut the flesh slowly.

The people not far away felt their scalps tingling when they saw this scene.

Li Xiurong felt her stomach churning and ran to the side to vomit.

She also knew that Xiao Chen did this to vent her anger.

But this method of killing was too cruel.

Li Xiurong moved her mouth and tried to stop it several times, but finally gave up.

She knew that she had a feud with the Beitang family.

No matter what they did, the Beitang family would not let them go.

Since they were going to die anyway, they might as well do what they wanted to do while they were alive.

However, what Li Xiurong did not expect was that Xiao Chen suddenly spoke.

"Listen carefully, descendants of the Xiao family."

"In the world of cultivation, the weak are the prey of the strong, and the strong are respected."

"No matter what situation you are facing, you must never have good thoughts."

"When you want to let others go, others are thinking about how to kill you."

"Since the grudges cannot be resolved, then fight violence with violence."

"Kill all the invading enemies!!!"

"..."

Although Xiao Chen's voice was not loud, every word was sonorous and powerful.

These words echoed and echoed in the ears of everyone in the Xiao family.

Everyone knew that Xiao Chen was telling them the way to survive in the world of cultivation.

Not long after, Beitang Mingxue's legs were left with only white bones.

Xiao Chen did not mean to let her go and wanted to cut off all the flesh and blood on her body.

If the people of Beitang family dare to come, then throw the bones in front of them.

And tell the invaders that Beitang Mingxue's current situation is your fate.

Just as he raised the Hun Tian Sword and continued to cut the flesh and blood on Beitang Mingxue's arm...

"Enough!!!"

Suddenly, an old and angry voice came from the void.

This voice was strange and unusual, as if it was in the ear, and it seemed to be thousands of miles away.

Xiao Chen's face sank, and he came to Li Xiurong out of thin air, secretly raising his vigilance.

He released his spiritual sense and quickly sensed the surroundings, but did not find the other party's trace.

This is the world inside the cauldron, and everything is under Xiao Chen's control.

Since the voice of this old man can be transmitted, why can't he find the other party?

Unless, that person is not in the cauldron at all, but in the world outside the cauldron.

Through the secret method, his voice was forced into the cauldron.

In order to confirm this matter, Xiao Chen moved his mind and contacted Kunpeng.

The result was that although he could sense the other party's breath, he could not transmit information.

"Oh no!!!"

Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed Beitang Mingxue's body and ran straight out of the cauldron.

Before leaving, he told everyone that no matter what happened, they must not run around.

Outside the Huntian Cauldron, in the Ninggu Basin.

The Immortal Tree is still there, still rooted in the ground, thriving.

Kunpeng and the Blood Evil Ancestor, tied with black ropes all over their bodies, knelt on the ground.

It is impossible to tell what material the black rope is made of.

The light shines on it, emitting a strange black light.

It is not difficult to see that even if this is not a divine weapon, it is a powerful magic weapon.

Otherwise, it is impossible for Kunpeng and the Blood Evil Ancestor to have no fluctuations in their cultivation.

It can be seen that under the confinement of this treasure, the cultivation of the two people has also been forcibly sealed.

At this moment, the Blood Evil Ancestor trembled all over, and his eyes were indescribably terrifying.

There stood an old man in black clothes.

This old man was very old, and looked at least seventy or eighty years old.

Even if he practiced the art of keeping youth, he could not retain his lost youth.

The old man in black had a stern face, and his eyes were extremely deep.

It was impossible to tell what he was thinking deep in his heart.

If you use your spiritual sense to sense his surroundings, you can feel a faint murderous aura lingering.

Although the murderous aura is weak, the attack power contained in it cannot be underestimated.

If the murderous aura condenses and launches an attack...

It can seriously injure a cultivator in the God-Stepping Stage in an instant.

It is certain that the black-clothed old man's cultivation is too high.

This is also the reason why he easily subdued Kunpeng and the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"Beitang Great God, please, let me go!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor kowtowed and begged for mercy.

It can be seen that he not only knew the black-clothed old man, but also knew his identity.

Facing this level of existence, there is no way except to beg for mercy.

However, the voice of the Blood Demon Ancestor echoed, but it did not play any role.

The black-clothed old man looked solemn, looking at the big tripod in front of him, without saying a word.

"Hurry up and beg for mercy! You idiot..."

The Blood Demon Ancestor did not speak, but winked at Kunpeng.

"Why beg him, delay time?"

Kunpeng curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Although he understood the Blood Demon Ancestor's eyes, he was unwilling to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Just now, Kunpeng saw with his own eyes that the Blood Demon Ancestor spoke to the Hun Tian Ding.

Since Xiao Chen heard it, it won't be long before he comes out to save him.

The old man in black still stared at the Huntian Ding, but his fingers moved slightly.

Kunpeng's body bent down, and his head couldn't help but knock on the ground.

"Fuck, what's going on, old man, let me go..."

Kunpeng found that he couldn't control his body, and cursed at the old man in black.

His curse didn't work at all.

The old man in black's eyes remained unchanged, like an ancient well, without any ripples.

It seemed that nothing in the world could affect his emotions.

At this moment, a flash of light flashed outside the Huntian Ding, and Xiao Chen flew out.

"Let them go..."

Xiao Chen said this as soon as he landed.

"Hand over my daughter..."

The old man in black spoke, with an imperative tone in his words.

It seemed that if Xiao Chen didn't do this, he would be killed in an instant.