Chapter 827

"I didn't expect that the leader of the Demon King Sect was a talent cultivated by Mr. Lin alone. No wonder so many arrogances can't do anything to him."

Zong Hentian sighed and said, at the same time, he also wanted to understand that only a god like Uncle Lin can cultivate such a strong man.

Lin Fan coughed lightly, expressing that he has always been so awesome.

"Don't leak this matter, it will be of great benefit to any Tianjiao disciple. When you are free, organize this kind of activity a few more times."

Things have already developed to such a point, it is too late to stop, and we can only bite the bullet and continue to develop.

But Lin Fan really wanted to see what Wang Xiaoming was doing now, and how he managed to survive in the hands of these arrogant sons.

Outside!

"Brothers, Wang Xiaoming is our common enemy, this crusade must be successful, and this evil person must be suppressed fiercely, so as to restore the world to the world."

A man stood on a high platform, waving his arms, full of passion.

"Senior Brother Yujian is right."

This man has been feuding with Wang Xiaoming for 98 years.

In the second year after Wang Xiaoming came out of the mountain, he met this man in a certain city, and then he was beaten and taunted in various ways, which made Yujian almost explode.

Later, under the opportunity, I got the opportunity, and since then it has soared into the sky.

In the end, he was accepted as a disciple by Shengzong. In the sect, he met many fellow sects who had a common topic. When he finally learned that their common enemy was Wang Xiaoming, he was even more like a brother. There was only one thought in his mind, that is kill.

From now on, they practiced hard, and whenever the opportunity came, or when they heard of Wang Xiaoming's whereabouts, they would collectively dispatch to kill Wang Xiaoming.

But in the past hundred years, they have acted a total of 138 times, but each time they returned without success, but even so, it did not make them depressed, but filled them with more fighting spirit.

"One hundred and thirty-nine times this time, Wang Xiaoming must be beheaded by the sword, but it is cheaper for him to die so easily, and he must be tortured severely, severely tortured."

"That hateful Wang Xiaoming stripped me of my clothes and hung me in the city,

This kind of hatred is irreconcilable. "

"He robbed me of my skills and teased my partner with words. If he doesn't take revenge, he will not be a human being."

"He is the root of all evil, as long as he is killed, there will be no regrets in this life."

"Let's go, brothers. This time Wang Xiaoming is in the base camp 100,000 miles ahead. We must get there quickly and not let him escape."

"Okay, let's go..."

In an instant, long rainbows rose and flew towards the distance.

These Tianjiao disciples, some of them are at the seventh level of gods and heaven, and some of them are at the sixth level, and they are basically within this range.

For a disciple of Tianjiao, it is already extremely powerful to reach this level within a hundred years.

And the disciples around him are naturally not the same as them.

The qualifications of the people around me have been infinitely improved by me, reaching a peak.

This cultivation level is a matter of course, and it can reach a very high level in the blink of an eye in a hundred years.

"Hey, mighty, imposing like a dragon, extraordinary."

Looking at the world in the distance, Lin Fan couldn't help but sigh and said, what the hell did Wang Xiaoming do to attract so many disciples of Tianjiao, and they never tire of going out to fight against him.

"I'll go and have a look, you practice hard."

Lin Fan didn't say much, and directly chased after those disciples, he really wanted to see how fierce the battle between these disciples and Wang Xiaoming was.

One hundred thousand miles away, in a deserted mountain forest.

There are no people here, fierce beasts are rampant, and few warriors come here, but in this area, there is an existence that everyone in the Xuanhuang Realm fears.

The Demon Lord of Confusion - Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming was lying on the bed, surrounded by many maids, like a fairyland on earth.

But for Wang Xiaoming, none of this is very happy.

For a hundred years, he has been hunted down alive for a hundred years.

Especially since ninety-seven years ago, my life has been completely tragic.

Wang Xiaoming dares to admit that he likes to bully people, but everyone who has been bullied by him eventually became the main member who chased and killed him.

What a shame this is for Wang Xiaoming.

In the past hundred years, he was chased and killed 138 times, the base camp was changed 89 times, and the entire Xuanhuang Realm was almost hidden.

Later, I don't know how some devils knew about me, and they surrendered to me one by one. Since then, my reputation in the outside world has grown.

The Demon Lord of Confusion, Wang Xiaoming.

For this name, Wang Xiaoming absolutely does not accept it, but there is no way to do it. The outside world has spread it like this, so what else can be done.

For the current Wang Xiaoming, he only has one thought, and that is to go home. At this point, he can't even go home. How miserable it is.

Wang Xiaoming used to want to go home several times to have a look, but every time he walked halfway, those guys didn't know how to find him, and they followed him like ghosts, killing him in various ways.

"My lord, it's not good, it's not good..."

At this moment, there was a rush of shouts, and Wang Xiaoming's heart trembled, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Those people have come to kill again." This subordinate was once a well-known devil, but later he admired Wang Xiaoming's ability and willingly worshiped Wang Xiaoming.

But after worshiping the door, something terrible happened.

It is said that his home was ransacked once a year, and he was hunted down every day.

As for breaking away from Wang Xiaoming, it's not that I haven't thought about it, but those who are chasing after him have a list in their hands.

The first kill list is Wang Xiaoming, and they are closely behind.

These guys seem to have the eyes of the sky, no matter where they go, they can be caught, and in the end they can only follow the king to continue to mess around.

"What? Come again, didn't you just siege last year? Why come again, this group of hateful guys, let no one live in peace, my king hasn't gone out to provoke people recently."

Wang Xiaoming is angry, he is really angry, aren't these guys beasts? I don't know how to give people a breather, except for hunting and killing, there must be an encirclement and suppression every year.

"How many people are here?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"I don't know, it's densely packed, the whole sky is full of people, let alone tens of thousands of people."

"What? There are so many, it's killing people. Last year, there were only 8,000 people. This year, it's over 10,000. This... this." Wang Xiaoming was stunned when he heard this.

Picking his toes and counting, in the past two or three years, Wang Xiaoming has also bullied many people. Could it be that these people got some kind of opportunity, soared to the sky, achieved success in cultivation, and now they join the crusade army to crusade against themselves?

Damn, you're too deceptive.

"Command, all units pay attention, pack up, fight at any time, and retreat at any time." Wang Xiaoming shouted, "Hmph, even if they want to retreat later, they have to teach them a lesson."

"yes."