Chapter 1132 Killer 7 People!

In the depths of the universe, inside a blood-colored planet, there is a huge and majestic palace.

At this moment, sitting on the throne of this palace is a middle-aged man with a height of ten meters. There is a blood-colored broadsword dozens of meters long beside him. Standing on the ground, he immediately exudes a violent bloody atmosphere, as if this The palace has turned into a bloody hell, and there are countless evil spirits wailing.

Three scars appeared on his face, looking extremely ferocious, and he also had a broken right arm. It seemed that this body did not know how many times of life and death battles had been experienced and weathered.

If anyone from the outside world saw this middle-aged man, they would all be scared to death, because this is the famous slaughter saint in the universe, and he is a master at the saint level.

According to the legend, he was bloodthirsty and looked like a madman. He once slaughtered three planets and killed hundreds of billions of creatures on the grounds that he was in a bad mood.

Therefore, it is called the slaughter, and it is revered by countless races and creatures, just like the god of death.

But because of a certain change, he has disappeared for a long time, and many people have almost forgotten his reputation.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

At this moment, six or seven uninvited guests suddenly appeared in the palace, and they all came to this bloody palace.

These people have different shapes, or they are full of flesh, or bald, or nuns, or one-armed, or one-eyed, in short, they don't look good.

They are the notorious killers in the universe, known as the Seven Killers, and they are all masters at the supernatural power level.

"grown ups."

But these people didn't dare to be arrogant or even to take a breath in the face of the slaughter of saints, because this is a saint in front of them, and they can kill them dozens of times by blowing their breath.

"Do you know what I have come to do with you?"

The slaughter saint asked lightly.

"I don't know, but as long as the adults instructed us, we are willing to go to hell and die." All the Seven Killers were so obediently obedient that they didn't dare to show their usual arrogant expressions.

They were also scared to death in their hearts, because they did not come to this place voluntarily, but suddenly they were drinking in a pub, but the next second they were captured to this ghost place, and they were powerless to fight back.

"Yes, the person who knows the current affairs is Junjie."

The slaughter saint was very satisfied: "I don't want to go around in circles with you either. I've heard of your reputation of the Seven Killers before. You're a famous killer. Since your debut, you've killed people like numbness, and the mission completion rate is 100%."

"So, I came out to find you in person, and I wanted you to kill someone."

Hearing this, the faces of the Seven Killers turned green. Their reputations hurt people. If it wasn't for their reputation, how could they be targeted by this famous slaughter saint.

Well now, in the hands of this saint who is many times more ruthless than them, I don't know what will happen.

"I don't know who the lord wants to kill?"

The Seven Killers and the others asked, but they didn't ask why they didn't personally kill the other party according to the strength of the slaughter saint. Since the mad slaughter saint didn't take action, there were naturally hidden reasons that he didn't want to say.

Therefore, the slaughter saints will find their little characters

It is stupid to ask these questions, and they are afraid of angering the slaughter saint, so they are straightforward.

"Maybe you have heard his name, Xia Ping."

The slaughter saint said lightly.

"Xia Ping?!"

Hearing this, one of them was taken aback: "Could it be Xia Ping, the disciple of Saint Beiming, who has been making a lot of noise recently? Does your lord want to kill him?!"

"But isn't this just an ordinary disciple?"

They all looked at the slaughtering saint very strangely.

"Yes, that kid is an ordinary disciple, and he has no grievances or enmity with the old man, but the fault is that he is the disciple of the old ghost Beiming." Sage Kuangtu snorted coldly, his eyes showed a terrifying cold light, it seemed Being able to pierce through the void, make the Seven Killers feel chills all over, as if they were in the abyss of hell, and could kill him at any time.

"Back then, the old ghost Beiming came to trouble me for no reason,

After fighting him for 300 rounds, he cut off a right arm, which has never been recovered so far. "

He touched his empty right arm with hatred.

For the saint, the rebirth of the broken arm is only a trivial matter, but the right arm that was cut off by the saint of Beiming cannot be recovered no matter what he does.

There seems to be a mysterious and tyrannical force preventing the cells in his body from regenerating.

Because a swordsman, his right hand is the most powerful part of him. He has been practicing for many years, but now he was cut off by Saint Beiming, which is equivalent to abolishing part of his power.

For a saint, this is simply a great shame.

In that battle, if he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have been killed by Saint Beiming long ago.

It is conceivable that his hatred for Saint Beiming could not be washed away by Sanjiang water.

But in terms of strength, Saint Crazy Slaughter was not an opponent of Saint Beiming before, let alone a broken arm, then he is even less an opponent.

Therefore, he has no hope of revenge for the rest of his life.

Therefore, he wanted to take revenge on the descendants of the Beiming Saint, and even those who were related.

The problem is that Saint Beiming has lived for too long, and the relatives around him are basically dead, and he is alone.

Even if there is still the sect of Qiankun Sect, but no matter how many disciples of the Qiankun Sect die, it is estimated that Saint Beiming will not feel heartache.

The slaughter saint has never been able to find a chance to take revenge.

Who would have thought that Xia Ping was born out of thin air and suddenly became the closed disciple of Saint Beiming, which made Saint Kuangtu overjoyed, so he made Xia Ping his target.

Even if he can't kill Saint Beiming, let Saint Beiming try the pain of bereavement, let him die under his hands, and let this old Beiming ghost be heartbroken for a lifetime.

"I have placed restrictions on you."

Thinking of this, the slaughter saint fell on the seven people and said, "Don't even try to escape. If you dare to escape, or you don't complete the task, you will immediately detonate."

"It's not that Xia Ping is dead, or you are dead."

"Of course, if you can complete the task, you will get benefits, huge benefits."

He hit a stick and gave a sweet date.

The faces of the seven people were ashes, and they knew that they could not escape the palm of the slaughter saint.

"Okay, but where is Xia Ping? If he is at the Qiankun faction headquarters, we can't get in and kill him." The seven people asked, saying that if Xia Ping stayed at the Qiankun faction, they would also look for him. No chance of assassination.

"Rest assured, I have already received the news that Xia Ping has left the Qiankun faction and went out to complete the task. This is a great opportunity." The slaughter saint sneered, "Without the protection of the old ghost Beiming, he is dead."

"Where is he?"

"Blood Soul Continent!"

What? !

The faces of the seven people turned greener. This was another place that was even more terrifying than the Qiankun faction. The fierce name of the Blood Soul Continent had already resounded through the six star regions. Browse and read the address: