Chapter 441 Crush Your Soul, so that You Will Never Be Reborn

Can't believe what's happening.

Ghost, it must be a ghost.

This must be hell, they must be ghosts.

The man's slender white and slender fingers gradually tightened, and the big black invisible hand that grabbed Jun Wuyang's neck also slowly tightened.

Jun Wuyang's pale face began to turn purple, and his eyes became dizzy and black, but he could only be carried like a corpse.

He didn't have the strength to struggle and resist at all, not even the strength to kick his legs and make a sound.

Death is approaching, and the desperate suffocation makes Jun Wuyang terrified.

"Scared? Desperate?"

The man stared at Jun Wuyang coldly with his dark eyes.

Jun Wuyang looked down at the face of the man on the ground, despair and fear had eroded his whole body.

His brain is completely dead, he can't even think.

"Today, this deity will smash your corpse into thousands of pieces, crush your three souls and seven souls, and make you immortal forever."

As the man's voice sounded, Jun Wuyang, who was suspended in mid-air, suddenly exploded.

The corpse was instantly blown into tens of thousands of pieces, blood, internal organs, body pieces, and meat foam splashed everywhere in the room.

The blood was like a rain of blood, which was scattered in the air, covering people's sight and staining the ground red.

And at the moment when Jun Wuyang exploded, the man and Yeyin formed a barrier in front of them, blocking these filthy things, their bodies were not dirty at all, not even a drop of blood.

The smell of blood and human flesh that challenged the limits of the sense of smell in the room made the man slightly frowned, his eyes full of disgust.

The man withdrew his hand and disappeared with Ye Yin without staying here any longer.

Leaving this bloody mess all over the room, people can only see the desire to vomit...

"Master, there is an agreement in the other five realms not to harm mortals without reason. Although you are still a mortal body now, if you kill him, just in case..." Ye Yin was a little worried.

It's not that he's afraid that Jun Wuyang will go to the underworld to sue after his death, after all his soul is already shattered.

"So what, retribution? Heh..." The man sneered, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

For Ying'er, no matter how great the retribution is, he can bear it.

Thousands of years ago, apart from that person, no one in the six realms of the world could have won him.

retribution?

Did he kill fewer people? Still afraid of retribution? !

The next morning—

Wen Xiaoai woke up from the nightmare again, gathered herself together, looked at Jun Moyan's handsome face close at hand, Wen Xiaoai's flustered heart slowly settled down.

Because Wen Xiaoai was too noisy last night, he guarded him all night, and Jun Moyan, who hadn't rested well in the past two days, didn't wake up after Wen Xiaoai was awakened this time.

Wen Xiaoai moved her body slightly, trying to distance herself from Jun Moyan so that she could see him better.

However, as soon as she moved, Jun Moyan, who was sleeping soundly, subconsciously tightened his arms, hugging her even tighter in his arms.

Wen Xiaoai smiled, pouted and kissed Jun Moyan's chin.

One time is not enough, two times are not enough, just got up and pressed Jun Moyan who was lying on his side under him, hugged his face and kissed him randomly.

Jun Moyan, who had just fallen asleep for less than an hour, frowned, then opened his eyes.

When she realized what Wen Xiaoai was doing, her brows frowned even tighter, and she instantly woke up.

"Little boy, what are you doing?!"

When he just woke up, his voice was a little low, but it was charmingly lazy, and of course he was panicked by Wen Xiaoai's actions.