Every world I die young

There was a icy smile on Yu Zhuochen's face, and a cold light in his eyes. He stared coldly at the white-bearded old man, and his mouth seemed to spit out a sharp sword, "Why, I am so afraid of you all?"

The complexion of a middle-aged cultivator in yellow clothes and beard changed immediately, his sword eyebrows stood upright and he cursed loudly: "The evil beast of the demon race, how can I be afraid of evil demons and heretics!"

Yu Zhuochen folded his arms with a light smile, and said in surprise, "Why, aren't you afraid? Then you jumped so violently just now. You reacted so violently, like a powder keg that ignited at one o'clock. Are you really not afraid?"

The middle-aged monk stuck his neck and swore viciously, "If I am afraid of you, a demon, I will be struck by lightning from the sky, and I will die!"

"That's it." Yu Zhuochen's indifferent eyes passed through the crowd, and fell on the monk whose body was stiff and trembling slightly, and his face was flushed, "It's great, it's so firm."

His tone was unwavering, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes, he looked at the middle-aged monk with great expectation, and licked the corner of his mouth lightly, "Backbone, I hope you can keep it in the future, I like it the most... people."

There was a gleam of doubt in the eyes of the yellow-robed monk, and before he could think about it, he heard the sound of flesh being torn apart and blood being pulled out.

The yellow-robed monk turned his eyes stiffly, and a young man in a khaki-yellow robe stared back at him dully, "Hey...Master..."

The yellow-robed cultivator's triangular eyes suddenly opened wide, and he stood there in disbelief. Behind him, a tall figure suddenly rose from the ground, and his strong body, which was three meters high, pressed down hard.

Crack, crunch—

A creepy sound sounded, and after that, there was a deathly silence.

There was a faint smile on Yu Zhuochen's face, a few bloodstains splashed on the hem of his clothes, there was no trace, but there was blood.

"..."

After the tall and mighty figure climbed up from the ground, his chest was covered with red and white. The monks who were a little closer could see it very clearly, even if they were far away, they could see it almost the same.

For a while, retching sounded one after another.

The three-meter-tall giant shadow bear made no secret of his disdain and contempt. He thumped his hair-covered chest vigorously and mocked loudly: "Hahaha, it turns out that a group of cubs who didn't have all their hair growing up, even my bear My four or five-year-old doll is not as good as it is, it's really embarrassing to your father."

Xiong Wei's loud and loud voice almost shook all the monks present, their faces turned red and their eyes spit fire.

Yu Zhuochen waved his hand lightly, and Xiong Wei calmed down and stayed in the same place quietly. If you look carefully, you will find that there is no arrogance in his small eyes at this time, and they are full of fear.

Yu Zhuochen smiled faintly, "I really don't know if that fellow Taoist just now is really not afraid of me, but unfortunately, this bear doesn't know either."

The monks were both afraid and hated, so they secretly gouged him with eyes full of hatred, and when Yu Zhuochen's eyes fell, they withdrew their fierce eyes in embarrassment.

Yu Zhuochen seemed to have discovered something interesting, and confronted the monks with a smile on his face. Behind him, there were countless demons standing densely, and the black pressure was overwhelming, as if pressing on the hearts of the monks.

With the sound of flesh and blood tearing from time to time, the atmosphere of cultivation became more and more depressing.

Yu Zhuochen seemed to enjoy the process very much, he kept squinting and smiling, very happy.

"Death to the wicked!" A cold voice came from the sky.

All the monks seemed to see salvation again, and their eyes of hope turned to the direction where the voice came from.