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Chapter 871
As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. These people did not have the mind to think about other things during the life-threatening pursuit of the monsters, but once they are out of danger, people who are originally restless by nature will also be in the tower. That's not too much room for exposure.

More than half of Yandan's guest officials were killed or injured in the suffocating chase just now, and the three remaining are also the most powerful among them, two men and one woman.

At this time, the three of them, with three pairs of eyes, were fixed on the Bigu Pill in Yandan's hand, which was undoubtedly the most alluring to the three of them, such as Mo Liu Keqing.

The strength of the three of them is only a mile away from the hole stage, and after seeing the horror of those monster races, they have strengthened their determination to use all means to become stronger.

In the eyes of the three of them, Yan Nanxun undoubtedly became a shortcut for them to become stronger. Whether it was his identity from the Wuhen Sword Palace or the various treasures on his body, the three of them couldn't help but envy them.

It's just that the three of them didn't do anything for the time being because of Yan Nanxun's methods and Yan Dan's prestige among the common people.

But as time goes by, their desire to make a move will not be diminished by half.

"Pay attention to every move of the father and son, and don't show mercy once you find an opportunity"

"But what about the people?"

"What should I do? These weak mortals are useless to stay, and once you get your hands, there will be no one left."

What one of them said was murderous, and after seeing the uselessness of these common people, they were determined not to leave any of them behind.

The poor sleeping people thought they were out of danger, but they never thought that they just broke through the tiger's den and stepped into the wolf's den.

The watery night quickly enveloped the sky above the entire city, but the city was still brightly lit.

The bloody smell blowing towards the face was disgusting, but the bloody smell kept stimulating the nerves of these monster races.

The formerly bustling streets are now completely reduced to a purgatory on earth, countless broken arms and stumps are just casually thrown aside, and it is not even possible to determine who owns them.

The originally tall city has now become a nightmare that will never go away in the hearts of the people. Outside the city walls, there are countless corpses that cannot even be distinguished, and each of them is like sausages floating around with the cold night wind.

Now that Xu Ming quietly came to the city, seeing the provocative scene on the city wall, a surge of anger came from the bottom of his heart.

Although he was not born in the Ten Thousand Realms Kyushu, everything here is similar to the world he lived in before.

Although the earth was torn apart because of the existence of Myriad Realms and Kyushu, the culprit behind all of this was the Cultivation Alliance, which went its own way, and had nothing to do with these ordinary people.

Now the entire Ten Thousand Realms and Kyushu is under the terrifying shadow of the monster clan's comeback, and the cultivators are still capable of protecting themselves, but these ordinary people have become the best targets for the monster clan to vent their anger.

Maybe some people will say that Yaozu does not have the slightest style to do so, but this is Yaozu after all, they are born to stand on the opposite side of Myriad Realms and Kyushu.

Once the top ethnic group that ruled the Kyushu of the Myriad Realms, the people of these monster races were slaughtered like dogs by the monks of the Kyushu of the Myriad Worlds.

That's how winners and losers
Seeing this, Xu Ming also quietly walked into the city. His strength had reached the stage of transcending the catastrophe, and he would never let these monster races discover his existence.

Although most of the people risked their lives to hide in the tower under the cover of Yan Nanxun and those guest officials, there were still a small number of people who were blocked in the city before they could hide in the tower, in a dilemma.

At this moment, in a low-rise house, several children with red lips and white teeth are hiding in the house carefully, not daring to vent their breath.

Their family members had already died under the knives of the Yaozu when the city was broken, and they were able to avoid a tragic death by hiding in the haystack due to their short stature.

But going back and forth like this missed the best time to escape, and was blocked in the house by those monsters on the street and couldn't get out.

Fortunately, there are still some dry biscuits in the house to satisfy the hunger, but the pungent smell of blood makes people unable to eat anything.

"Brother Dali, do you think we can get out of the city alive?"

One of the children asked timidly.

"Don't worry, I believe those cultivation sects won't ignore us."

"Come on, those high-ranking gentlemen will not care about our mundane life and death."

"Say a few words less!"

The young man named Dali also stared at the latter to make the latter shut up, and at this moment one of the young men with sharp ears also said quietly.

"Stop talking, someone is coming!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone who had just relaxed raised their hearts to their throats again.

Dali couldn't help but tightly gripped the sickle with a cold light in his hand, it was the only thing he could find in the house that could still be called a weapon.

It was a bloody cultivator who broke through the courtyard door and rushed in. Obviously, the knife wound on his body was enough to show his serious injury at this moment.

The moment he broke through the gate of the courtyard, seven or eight demon clans holding various weapons followed closely behind him.

These monster races have blue faces and long fangs, and they are even more terrifying against the backdrop of the fire.

"Stinky boy, you hurt our brother, do you think you can leave safely with your three-legged cat skills?"

At this moment, the Yaozu who was approaching him step by step wiping the steel knife also said with a grim face, but the cultivator who was covered in injuries still did not take half a step back, and the determination on his face also showed his determination not to be caught without a fight.

The long sword in his hand has been completely curled, and it is obvious that with his means, it is impossible to break through the tough flesh of these monster races.

If it wasn't for the fact that he injured the eyes of a demon clan by a trick, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hurt a demon clan until now.

But just hurting the eyes of one of the monsters, in exchange for a miserable end with knife cuts all over his body, it is obvious that the monster who shot just now deliberately avoided hurting this person's vitals.

The purpose is to torture him to death alive, how can the cultivator not know the psychology of the monster race.

I saw his mouthful of reversed blood turned into blood mist and sprayed on the monsters approaching him, and immediately said with a stern face.

"Even if I, Lu Xingjian, die, I will definitely not make you monster races feel better!!"

After all, the originally calm spiritual energy in his body also became violent in an instant, and the bursts of violent energy that were about to come out also made these monster races aware of a trace of danger.

But relying on their rough skin and thick flesh, instead of retreating, these monster races pressed towards Lu Xingjian step by step.

His contemptuous eyes under the firelight also seemed to be expressing some kind of provocation. Lu Xingjian was naturally furious when he saw this. Before he died, he regretted it. He was angry, and he also hated himself for his low cultivation.

"Father, mother, the child is unfilial!"

(End of this chapter)