"Where is that person?"

"have no idea!"

"Why did he disappear?"

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Just when Qiuqiu was inhaling and everyone was standing steadily, no one expected to notice that the boy who had been roasting snake meat by the bonfire had disappeared.

The disciples of Tianyuan Sect and Qingyuan Sect were stunned and didn't know where Ye Xiuwen went.

But they didn't know that Ye Xiuwen had already escaped far away.

Ye Xiuwen had seen this blow from Qiuqiu, and even the fortress-level sea monsters at the second level of the legendary realm were almost shattered, let alone a group of warriors in the Lingyuan realm.

He didn't want to enjoy Qiuqiu's attack. Although standing behind Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu's attack would be much weaker. However, this attack would still shock his ears to buzz.

So Ye Xiuwen fled directly and hid far away.

But when "Xue Wuhong" saw this, he laughed and said, "It seems that this bird is nothing great. The boy has escaped. It is obvious that he is using this bird as a cushion."

At this time, "Xue Wuhong" laughed, but the disciples of Qingyuan Sect and Tianyuan Sect who were a little brainy felt that it was not good.

The owner of the strange bird escaped, so it is conceivable how terrible the blow of the strange bird would be.

"No, let's go quickly, there's something wrong with this bird,..."

"Jie!..."

Someone shouted that there was something wrong with the ball and turned around and was about to escape.

However, at this moment, Qiuqiu's name shot out from his mouth.

The sound propagation speed is 340 meters per second, but at this time the sound propagation speed of the ball's sound reaches twice the speed of sound.

The sound was beyond common sense, so when the sound passed through everyone's ears, everyone heard almost nothing. They could only watch the puppets closest to the ball, shattered as if they had been evaporated. Then there were the Tianyuan Sect and the disciples of the Qingyuan Sect on the periphery.

Under the vibration of sound waves, people were like they were detonated by hundreds of millions of micro bombs. Not even a drop of blood was left, and they all collapsed and turned into dust and smoke.

This way of death is simply too thorough. Nothing will be left behind. Only the shattered metal and broken clothes remain. Everything else is as if it has been broken down.

Puff! Puff!...

Three hundred meters away, the disciples of Tianyuan Sect and Qingyuan Sect vomited blood, their eyes shattered, blood gushed out of their ears, all the internal organs shattered, and their skin was covered with dense cracks.

People die in a very miserable way, but they are so lucky than those who don’t even have corpses left.

And even further away, there are "Xue Wuhong" and a small number of Qingyuan Sect disciples. They see things that are not good, so they escape very quickly.

A master in the Lingyuan realm wanted to escape, it was a hundred feet in an instant. But even so, he could not escape the sonic attack of the ball.

The sound waves hit the back of these people, and they spit blood and fell to the ground one by one.

The person is not dead yet, and the less injured people have escaped. Those who are seriously injured can only lie on the ground and wail.

Some people even couldn't even wail, and could only rush blood along the corners of their mouths while waiting for death to come.

At this moment, "Xue Wuhong" stumbled, holding a towering tree, and barely stood there.

The ears on his left side were bleeding, and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. The severe pain in his internal organs, even as if it was rolling, made him feel a very strong feeling of vomiting.

His head was also a little unconscious and he felt drowsy.

But he knew that he could not sleep now and he had to escape.

However, just when he wanted to move his own pace, a handsome young man actually stood in front of him.

"Sorry, I let you go last time, but I ended up losing so many lives. If you don't die, how can they keep their eyes closed?"

Ye Xiuwen smiled with a little playful smile. That smile seemed to be the smile of Yan Luo judging life and death. That smile made people chill.

"Xue Wuhong"'s back felt cold and his hair stood up. He was frightened and he took more than two steps back.

"You, you, who are you? Do you dare to kill me? Do you know who I am?..." "Xue Wuhong" struggled dyingly, and his life-saving trump card is his identity.

His identity is fearful even in the Bahuang. Because he is the grandson of the great elder of Tianyuan Sect.

His grandfather is a master in the late stage of Yuanzun realm. Such masters may not be seen even in the entire Eight Desolate Land.

So he has enough capital to survive.

However, he didn't expect that today he met a demon like Ye Xiuwen. What kind of princes and nobles killed more? Who is not a well-known existence?

So Ye Xiuwen was slightly happy and said with a smile: "What kind of identity you are has nothing to do with me, because those who want to kill me will become steamed buns. You will be no exception, and your grandfather will be no exception,...Puff!"

Ye Xiuwen condensed a sword energy in his hand, and the sword energy was like blood, directly piercing the heart of "Xue Wuhong".

The heart of "Xue Wuhong" was pierced and did not die immediately. Instead, he pointed at Ye Xiuwen in disbelief, as if he wanted to say something else.

But Ye Xiuwen didn't want to hear it at all. He twisted the bloody sword energy with his left hand, and the heart of "Xue Wuhong" was shattered.

The severe pain caused the "Xue Wuhong" to spurt out blood. In the end, without saying anything, the man died under the tree.

The treasure sword at his waist was made of Weiyin, and it was of the best quality. But unfortunately, in front of Ye Xiuwen, he didn't even have the chance to draw his sword.

The treasure sword was returned to Ye Xiuwen, but Ye Xiuwen patted the body but found no storage bag.

This is a bit strange. Some of the ordinary disciples are hung with storage equipment. Is the grandson of the great elder of Tianyuan Sect so inferior?

Ye Xiuwen didn't believe it and continued to search. But still nothing.

However, the black ring on the hand of "Xue Wuhong" attracted Ye Xiuwen's attention. Could this thing be the ring?

Ye Xiuwen took off the ring of "Xue Wuhong" and used the method of using the storage bag to drop a drop of blood into the chrysanthemum-shaped imprint on the ring, which was really reflected.

"Haha, I didn't expect that this eight wilderness land was interesting. It actually had storage bags and treasures like a ring."

Ye Xiuwen smiled and first collected the treasures scattered on the ground. He would take all these things back and show them to Yue'er and others. Ye Xiuwen felt that they would definitely scare them. After all, people from the Ming Dynasty had never seen these things.

"Hey? What is this?"

Ye Xiuwen picked up a bunch of storage bags and searched one by one, but found a lot, just like the white stones he had seen before.

The stone is like a white piece of Go, looking very ordinary. But for some reason, almost every storage bag is available, and the number is different!...
Chapter completed!