Chapter 3690: Purgatory, Feast

"How is it possible, I..."

Kong Linghao's face was full of disbelief and unwillingness.

He originally studied the inheritance of Wukongzu in Kongzu's birthplace. He had just completed his enlightenment and completely controlled the Kongzu Divine Armament, but he heard the astonishing sound of thunder that broke out in the land of the family, as well as the panic shouts of countless clansmen.

He should have been in high spirits, and he should have ushered in his glory soon.

The inheritance of Kongzu and the gods of Kongzu are opportunities that even the patriarchs of this generation have not been able to understand and control.

He is the strongest evildoer in the history of the Kong clan.

But now... this sharp sword has cut off his glorious path that was supposed to be radiant; no, to be precise, he was the first to cut off his hope before he even set foot on this road.

boom…

Another golden thunder burst out from Xiao Yi's hands.

In the sky, endless thunder came again.

In the sky, blue light flickered and burst again.

But looking at it more realistically, Lei Ting did not run wild at all, but fell on Kong Linghao with perfect power and precision, destroying everything in this fleshly body.

Counting room.

Kong Linghao held the Gangfeng Bead in his hand, his hands were unable to drop down, and the bead fell from the sky.

In the same way, the cultivation base is completely destroyed, and the meridians are destroyed.

This is already a waste.

Xiao Yi took back the sword and threw it away.

The ghost caught it.

Xiao Yi grinned, "This is for you."

"Thank you, Lord." Gui Er said respectfully.

"Brother Hao." On the other hand, Feng Yanni was furious as she watched Kong Linghao fall into the hands of the ugly-looking ghost.

"Xiao Yi little thief."

"If you dare to indulge your ghosts, evil spirits and animals to damage Brother Hao's life, I will guarantee that Qiong Yuzong will never die with you."

"The anger of the eight clans and four clans,

Enough to turn you and the Eighth Palace into ashes..."

"I'll wait." Xiao Yi interrupted in a cold voice, and the ferocious color became more intense in an instant.

"You... what do you want to do?" Feng Yanni looked at the evil ghost-like cold eyes cast towards her, her body instantly shivered.

Xiao Yi's face was gloomy, "If you didn't participate in this matter, I'll give you a treat."

Of course, it is also not qualified to participate in the charming style.

In the battle of the Holy Moon Sect, those who are qualified to participate, at least have the strength of the barren master.

However, as far as Xiao Yi is concerned, "give me a good time" is already a gift that belongs to him.

He came to the airspace to kill.

Whoever stops him, whoever dies, that's all!

Chong…

The Purple Lightning Divine Sword flashed past, and a star shattered.

The windy body was completely swallowed by the starlight.

When the starlight dissipated, there was nothingness inside, and the wind was turning into ashes in an instant.

"Feng'er." In the distance, Kong Linghao exclaimed in pain.

Xiao Yi's face was still cold and cold, and he fell to the ground.

"Let's begin, your feast."

Xiao Yi dropped the coldest and most indifferent words.

Next, what will be staged in the empty clan will only be a bloody feast of drinking blood and eating meat.

Then, it will be a terrifying picture like Shura Purgatory.

The blood in the air was pungent and chilling.

But for the six ghosts, this is a feast for them.

...

An hour later.

Kong Linghao fell to the ground like a pool of mud, his expression seemed to collapse.

He is already a waste.

Liu Gui Yao's unhesitating yet precise and skilled slash after slash fell on his clansman. Sometimes, the sound of evisceration was so crisp that it was as if it was directly hitting the spiritual sense.

With that ferocious face, he ate the flesh and blood of his clan with big mouthfuls, and there was a 'swish' sound between the teeth, and each sound seemed to remain in his heart for a long time, lingering.

"Xiao Yi." The master of the airspace also slumped on the ground and looked at Xiao Yi coldly.

"The old man does everything alone. As far as the old man knows, the master of Yaozun has not fallen."

"Now that the old man's cultivation base has been abolished, and the clan has been killed countless times, what do you want? Are you still willing to give up?"

"Stop?" Xiao Yi grinned.

Since the six ghosts began to eat, he only watched indifferently, looking at this purgatory-like scene, his face did not fluctuate.

He can be colder than anyone else.

"You block the Holy Moon Sect with your empty clan's air lock method, no one can come out, no one can enter, leak without interest, and block everything."

"Today, I will also use the Xingluo Destroying God Great Array to seal your Kong Clan's land, no one can go out, no one can enter; before I untie the Great Array, no one can know what is happening here now."

"You, together with the Sect Master of the Ancient Realm Sect, Liu Hanjiang, and the three Great Desolate Masters, blasted my elders to death. Today, I will pay you back the same injury, abolish your cultivation base, and cut off the vitality of your internal organs."

"Everything is fair!"

The master of the airspace said coldly, "The old man said that one person does things and one person is responsible. How do you torture the old man, the old man has no complaints..."

Xiao Yi grinned and interrupted, "But I don't want your wish to come true."

"You Kong Clan won't die, I can't hold back my anger, that's all."

The words fall.

Xiao Yi turned around, ignored it, walked away, and sat down with his knees crossed in the back, never taking another look at this bloody slaughter feast.

It wasn't because he couldn't bear it, and it wasn't because the purgatory-like pictures made him uncomfortable. The so-called killing and the so-called bloodshed, he had long been used to seeing them, and he had long despised them.

The scene of the old man covered in blood, waiting for his death in sorrow, he could not forget for a long time, lingering.

If that day, he was besieged, he was covered in injuries, and he was covered in blood, he would never have been so cold and angry today.

The so-called injury, no matter how serious it is, if it is tied to himself, he can be wronged and blamed today.

Regardless of the surging injuries, he can smile lightly.

But it was the old man.

Despite the constant mourning within the Kong clan, the coldness on Xiao Yi's face did not diminish.

Setting up an ambush to kill the old man he cherished, forcibly kidnapping his wife, his anger is more than ever, more than ever, the countless times he has been targeted, countless times, and the conspiracy and besieging him again and again. All to make him even more angry.

If it wasn't for the Emperor Soul Fruit, the old man would have died on that day, and his body would have disappeared.

If he hadn't rescued Yiyi, I'm afraid now Yiyi would have suffered from endless thunder bombardment in that Thunder Abyss Pond, until it vanished into ashes.

Today, even if the 60,000 spiritual veins are exhausted, he still wants the Kong Clan to bleed into rivers, leaving none of them behind!

...

"Phew." Xiao Yi sat cross-legged and took a deep breath.

He has ignored the slaughter in the Kongzu clan, but has recovered the disordered aura and injuries in his body.

The empty clan will not be the end of this matter.

His sword will not stop there.

"Fortunately, it's not a big problem." The golden crane and holy flames condensed on Xiao Yi's body, quickly recovering from the injury, and nodded secretly.

This injury came from the two palms before the Lord of Airspace.

His current cultivation base is only the first level of the Holy Venerable Realm after all.

However, the power of these two palms was only offset by the starlight of the Star Luo Destroying God Array.

wow wow wow...

A golden, gentle flame quickly circulated throughout the body.

......

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