Pei Xian's eyes moved slightly. He saw a group of soul monks surrounding a man in white, asking for some details. The man in white was none other than the Martial Lord of the Baisha Sect.

In fact, the process was very simple. Baisha Sect did not come to Liupan. But when Zuo Wuzhou came, he decisively handed people over. The man in white said again: "The disciples handed over by this sect are already dead. He said, as long as everyone

Anyone who attacks him will die."

The heroes suddenly felt chilled, and someone said: "I didn't take action against him."

The man in white had a strange expression on his face. He also asked at that time. Zuo Wuzhou's voice was terrifyingly indifferent: "Since you haven't attacked me and are not my enemy, what do you have to do with me?"

When he said this, the heroes were in an uproar, and their expressions changed.

"Well, greater differentiation is coming." Ji Xian secretly praised: "It's true.

"That's enough."

Liu Muyun and several other Martial Emperors appeared coldly, looking around with cold eyes. Although they couldn't see clearly, they could guess that many people were shaken.

Five years ago, hundreds of soul monks participated in the encirclement and suppression. In fact, only half of them were able to actually come into contact and fight with Zuo Wuzhou. According to Zuo Wuzhou, those who have never taken action are irrelevant.

If these people really change their minds, Liupan City will have at least one less soul monk. This is definitely not what Liu Muyun and others want to witness.

Emperor Tiewu's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he spoke loudly: "You have to think clearly, that man killed people like crazy, and whether his words are credible."

Emperor Yan Wu sneered: "If anyone walks out of Liupan City, anything that happens will have nothing to do with us."

The heroes were chilled and suddenly remembered that Zuo Wuzhou was first known to the public about seven or eight years ago. It was not until five years ago that the Great Master Huihui was established. In the past two or three years, Zuo Wuzhou was almost

Killing all the time.

Every battle, every attack, will inevitably end in blood. It is a path of killing covered with blood. The name of the God of Killing is definitely well-deserved.

The number of soul monks Zuo Wuzhou killed in just two or three years was already comparable to the number of others killed in a lifetime. The heroes were all horrified by such a bloody past and reputation, and more or less gave up the idea.

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But a Martial Lord heard this and thought about it. He said sadly: "The Martial Emperors are indeed very scheming. That person said that if you don't take action against him or become his enemy, you have nothing to do with him."

"If we all stay on our own, wouldn't it mean that we are enemies of him? We were originally unrelated, but we have become enemies. Several Emperors are really scheming." There are countless smart people in the world, and someone suddenly understood some of his thoughts and sneered.

Endless.

The faces of Liu Muyun and others were gloomy, and Lord Wu sneered and clasped his fists: "Everyone, you can stay if you want. I forgive you for not accompanying me. You are playing a death game with this god of death. The cultivation level of this sect is not chosen by others."

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The Martial Lord sneered, led his disciples and strode out of the city gate, and said softly: "Five years ago, he was no more than Martial Lord, and hundreds of people led by the nine great Martial Emperors did not kill him. Now.

He has become Emperor Wu. I think it will be difficult to kill him."

The heroes were moved, each had their own thoughts, and suddenly lost their confidence. There was a precedent five years ago. It would be okay if he was killed, but if he could not be killed, the result would be the destruction of the family.

"Oh, some Martial Emperors." The Martial Lord walked a hundred meters outside the city, suddenly looked back, and smiled brightly: "The person that he hates the most and wants to kill the most must be the nine great Martial Emperors of that year. Please be careful, Martial Emperors.

As you said, he is a ferocious god who kills people without blinking an eye."

The heroes all cast their eyes on several Martial Emperors, showing doubts and suddenly filled with hatred: "It turns out these Martial Emperors want to drag the entire Ronghe District into the water."

Rumor has it that it was Wu Jun, Wu Zun, or even the unrelated Wu Emperor, who was probably a little shaken.

In the next few days, about ten more sects decided to leave after much thought.

Many casual cultivators left decisively and were preparing to watch a good show in the area outside the city. Suddenly, the number of Martial Lords and Martial Lords in the city dropped by 30%.

Poor heroes in Ronghe District, even though they vowed to be incompatible, they still chose to surrender and retreat under the pressure of Zuo Wuzhou's incomparable momentum. This shows how terrifying Zuo Wuzhou is in the hearts of the soul monks in Ronghe District.

degree.

Many unrelated sects have left. Several related sects would rather risk being exterminated than be enemies with Zuo Wuzhou anymore.

It is ironic that people were already divided into groups before they arrived. It can be seen that Zuo Wuzhou had already broken the courage of many people in the battle five years ago.

The morning light is rising.

Ma Guobao glanced at the outside of the city with hatred, and stared at the group of people outside the city: "Go, you bunch of courageless bandits, wait until that person kills you, and it will be too late to regret."

In the past few days, Liupan City seems to be calm as before, but in fact people are panicking.

Often when a group of people leaves the city, it means the departure of another sect. They would rather face the God of Death alone than be the enemy of the God of Death again.

The fact is that even the hundreds of people led by the Nine Martial Emperors, who were still Martial Lords five years ago, could not kill them. What’s more, now.

The light of the morning sun shone out, and two figures, one black and one gray, walked towards the horizon. The group of people walked slowly and happened to meet these two people. Most of them failed to recognize them. But there was one person whose face turned pale.

, trembling secretly.

When these two people walked over, the man's teeth were trembling: "It's him, it's him! It's him."

"Who is it?" The elders of this sect were stunned, and then their expressions changed wildly when they realized it: "It's him!"

The group of people all turned and looked back, terrified!

Here he comes.

Although there are only two people, they seem like thousands of troops. This kind of courage and momentum can make people fascinated.

Although they were enemies, this group of people still showed respect. The Lord Wu felt infinite emotion and respect in his heart, and said softly: "Even though there are thousands of people, I am going. If you can be like this as a human being, you will have no regrets."

Zuo Wuzhou and Yaksha stepped forward step by step, their momentum slowly climbing to the top, their chests full of murderous intent, almost ready to take shape.

Walking slowly to the city gate, your breath gradually opens up.

Ma Guobo felt vaguely that something was wrong, and when his heart was contracting, he suddenly saw Zuo Wuzhou and Yaksha still walking in slowly.

The moment he passed through the city gate, a ripple of breath that towered over the sky and earth suddenly rippled, as if the air was twisted and fluctuated.

The two walked through the city gate unhurriedly. There was a crack at the city gate, and then cracks continued. Countless cracks appeared. In an instant, the city gate suddenly collapsed with a sound that was earth-shattering.
Chapter completed!