Fantasy: I have 100,000 boss identities

"One hundred million!"

Stretching out a finger, he smiled.

He didn't miss the ghost stone, since it was something he was looking for, he must get it.

He doesn't know how powerful the Nether Pavilion is, and he doesn't care!

"You... brat, you're really tired of working!"

The disciples of Youming Pavilion were furious, this kid actually dared to bid.

Xiao Tian looked disdainful, and said sarcastically: "If you don't have money, don't be so arrogant, poor!"

As he said that, he threw out a storage bag, turned around and left with his things.

"Brother! This kid is too arrogant!"

A disciple said coldly.

They don't pay attention to the Youming Pavilion, they are looking for death!

"Come on! Kill this bastard for me!"

With gloomy eyes, Chen Yu waved an order.

Swish swish!

The figures of the seven people flickered and surrounded Xiao Tian in an instant.

"Are you tired of living?"

Xiao Tian glanced at the other party, and said indifferently.

He doesn't care what sect disciple the other party is, if he gets angry, he will die!

"Do it! Take the things back!"

Holding the battle gun in his hand, Chen Yu stomped heavily, and the gun light filled the air, piercing through it in an instant.

"Yes!"

The others immediately acted and used their killer moves.

Those who can enter Hades City are definitely capable.

So even if they are sect disciples, they dare not underestimate others.

As soon as he made a move, it was a killer move, and his eighth level of cultivation in the Realm of Return to the True Realm exploded.

"Spicy chicken!"

Xiao Tian's expression was calm, and when he turned his fingers, the sword energy condensed instantly, and countless sword glows appeared.

"Destroy!"

A flick of the finger.

Immediately, thousands of sword shadows shot out, with mighty power and momentum like a rainbow!

what--

The sword light tore through the void, and screams came.

The body of the Youming Pavilion disciple was cut and killed with a single blow.

"It's really stupid to dare to do anything before the cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm!"

Xiao Tian shook his head and sneered, and walked forward.

Just not far.

A sound of explosion resounded through the sky, and an angry voice sounded: "How dare you dare to kill my Nether Pavilion disciple!"

hum!

The void fluctuated, and rippling power appeared, and several figures appeared out of thin air.

"It's from the Nether Pavilion again? You really came here to seek death!"

Xiao Tian looked at it, and immediately shook his head with a look of disdain.

Although the cultivation bases of the other three had reached the state of transforming gods, he didn't pay attention to them.

"If you dare to pretend to be aggressive in the Nether Pavilion, you are still No.1!"

The man in the green robe in the middle looked at Xiao Tian.

He said coldly: "No matter what your reason is, if you kill my Nether Pavilion disciple, you will die!"

hum!

The right hand sticks out.

A swipe of the blade condensed, suddenly enlarged tens of feet, and immediately cut down in the air.

"Huh? The breath of the Nether Art!"

Xiao Tian's expression changed slightly, his eyes were surprised.

The breath released by the other party is actually the same as the power of his practice of Netherworld Burial Art.

This surprised him a little!

Could it be that... this Nether Burial Art is really related to the Nether Pavilion?

hum!

Light gathered in Xiao Tian's hand, and his right palm suddenly erupted.

Chapter 255 Hades Palace!

The light suddenly diffused, and turned into a giant hand that shook the sky, pinching and exploding the blade.

"The Netherworld Transforming Heavenly Hand! Who are you? How could you know my technique from the Netherworld Pavilion!"

The man's face changed with surprise, and he asked sternly.

"Sure enough! My Nether Burial Art is really related to the Nether Pavilion!"