Immortality Cultivation Era

The sudden appearance of the old man in white shirts and the two men in the green shirts made the Zhao family feel a cold killing.

"Don't ask you, who is it?" Zhao Chong took a breath and took a step forward with a hard scalp.

The old man in the white shirt snorted and reached out, and there seemed to be a black butterfly in his hand, which fell to Zhao Chong's face at a very fast speed.

When Zhao Chong had not had time to talk, he suddenly felt that something in his body was being quickly taken away.

Then, his expression was extremely embarrassing, and finally a painful groan, and his body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been drained by blood, until the black butterfly turned into blood. Red, when I returned to the old man's hand, Zhao Chong's body was fixed there. Zhao family stepped forward and touched Zhao Chong. The next moment, Zhao Chong's body instantly turned into powder.

"Ah!" Many people have been alarmed.

Just a blink of an eye, Zhao Chong actually has already...

Turned into a black.

This gust of wind blew, and several Zhao family members coughed hard.

Can a normal person have the experience of this ashes?

"Chong Shu!"

"Chong Grandpa!"

One by one Zhao family witnessed splitting.

Zhao Chong’s current state is not cool, but broken, and broken like a festival...

"Who are you!" The middle-aged man who had been following Zhao Chong shouted loudly, but the voice from his mouth sounded full of horror.

The white-haired old man sneered, and the butterfly in his hand had disappeared.

"Who killed me?"

Or what I said before, this made them have to start to doubt whether it is really as the Internet says, the essence of human beings is the repeater.

"Who is your son? How do we know who killed your son?" said a young man from Zhao Jiazhong.

The eyes of the white-bearded old man fell on him.

The next moment, the young man felt that his body was covered in cold, and he almost did not hesitate. He turned and wanted to go. However, his reaction speed was a little slower, or the speed at which he fled. Did not catch up with the speed of the butterfly flying, in the blink of an eye, the butterfly turned him into a powder.

"Oh, I don't know how to live and die." The white-bearded old man snorted. After killing the Zhao family in succession, his face did not reveal any complicated look, as if he had just died in his hands. It’s two ants. This is the real thing that doesn’t take human life seriously. Otherwise, how can it be done without such joy?

"You are a poisonous person?" The middle-aged man was too scared at this time, just thinking about how to get rid of such a dilemma.

Since the other party asked again and again, who killed his son, then he revealed the mystery, the problem is not solved?

"Well?" The white-haired old man looked at him, and the middle-aged man subconsciously stunned.

"How do you know that I am a poisonous person? It seems that my son's death is really related to you." The white-bearded old man sneered.

"No, no, the predecessors, the death of your son, has nothing to do with us." The middle-aged man said quickly.

The white-bearded old man frowned at him, as if he wanted to penetrate his heart directly with his gaze.

Then he slowly said: "Continue."

"Predecessors, your son really died in our Zhao family, but the person who killed him is not the person of our Zhao family!" The middle-aged man saw a glimmer of life, and quickly said.

"Who is that?" When the white-shoulders spoke, the mouth was very small, and at this time he always looked like a blank face, and people couldn't help but wonder if the old man fell asleep. But the cold murder is still there all the time, and the old man probably puts enough pressure on them in this way.

In the blink of an eye, two Zhao family members were killed. The rest of the Zhao family could only gather together to warm up and shrink. At this time, where are they still going to go to Gaogeyue New City? Even if the old man just looks at them, they will tremble.

Therefore, these people used to slap the scorpion and go to Gaogeyue New City to exchange ideas. In fact, they are all outside the strong words. When they reach the high song, they may not even say a complete sentence. After all, the Thunder means that was shown in the high songs before is compared to the white-bearing old man in front of him... Well, more or less, it’s worse, there is no such thing as a vicious means, but if it is a high-song, it will definitely be used frequently. After all, it is clean and neat, and the body will not leave any traces when it is directly turned into a powder. Even the steps of destroying the dead are omitted.

Mainly, the body has been thrown there, and others have to clean it.

Gaoge is the kind of person who doesn't like to trouble others.

The middle-aged man hesitated and saw that the butterfly reappeared in the hands of the old man. The middle-aged man said hysterically: "High song! It is a high song!"

In fact, he did not think that he would not sell high songs for his own conscience. Anyway, there was hatred between Zhao and Gaoge. Of course, this is not to say that they would not sell high songs without hatred...

The reason why I still hesitated before, is completely trying to seize this opportunity to bargain with the other party. What if the other party gets the news and kills himself and others?

“High song?” The white-haired old man frowned slightly. “Who is he? Where is it now?”

"He should be in Broken Dragon Mountain now." The middle-aged man whispered.

"Why should he kill my son?" Baishou continued to ask.

Middle-aged man wants to turn a blind eye.

What do you say, why do people kill your son?

Your son has to kill people, and people still don't do it. Waiting for the Chinese New Year to dry up as bacon?

However, he knows that if he really said this, he would only speed up his death, so he changed his saying, whispered: "The guy who is called Gaoge is probably idle and has nothing to do? He is self-sufficient. Good talent, I used to be a member of Xiu Xian College, and even became a member of the Dragon Pavilion. This is what I dare to do, and I will not take human life seriously..."

Listening to the middle-aged man who said this, the white-bearded old man also frowned: "The dragon pavilion? If it is the dragon pavilion, it is a little trouble..."

It seems that I was afraid that the other party would dispel the thought of revenge. The middle-aged man quickly said: "You can rest assured that the song is originally a dragon pavilion. It is no longer."

At the same time, he was also curious in his heart. Seeing this white-bearing old man is not a mortal. How could he not even hear the name of Gaoge?

"Well, I know, since this is the case, then I have nothing to worry about." After saying this, the white man turned his face and looked at the two green shirt men behind him.

The two green shirt men immediately met and rushed out toward the front.

The white-bearing old man slowly walked toward the door.

I only heard a scream from the outside.

This is a killing.

"You can't do this..." The middle-aged man snorted in despair, only to find a worm flying into his mouth, and then he began to lick his throat, but not yet, the original little insect But already has a big fist and climbed out of his stomach...

"You guys, **** it!" The white-bearded old man turned his back to them and looked up at the sky. "My son, don't worry, I will let these people bury you for you..."