Chapter 5787 Traitor

Wu Ma Feng's eyes flashed with flames as he stared at the Dark Blood Killer Ancestor and said, "Is that him?"

Wu Mayan shook his head: "It's not him, that person is in the city."

"Then why keep him?" Wu Ma Feng said coldly.

Ningxue Killing Ancestor's heart trembled and he kowtowed quickly: "Ningxue pays homage to Mr. Feng. Mr. Feng's swordsmanship is unparalleled. I am able to see him today. Mingxue is very lucky for the rest of his life."

"Have you been lucky enough for three lifetimes?"

Wu Mafeng's eyes were sharp, as if he could see through his mind, and his tone was full of contempt: "The donor of the sword that day was a human race, right? But the seven half-step holy gods I killed before were not human race, but they would rather die than Surrender, but as a human being, you betrayed that kid, which is really ridiculous. "

The Dark Blood Killer tried his best to defend himself: "Master Feng clearly understands that I am not related to the benefactor of the Heavenly Sword. We are not even friends. How can we talk about betrayal?"

Wu Ma Feng was too lazy to talk to him and asked Wu Ma Yan again: "If you can't do it, let me do it."

Ming Xue Kill Ancestor was so frightened that his face was ashen, and he kowtowed to Wuma Yan desperately: "Master Yan, spare your life, Master Yan, please spare your life."

"What's the point of killing him?"

Wu Mayan smiled and said to Wu Mafeng: "I know you look down on such people, but if we want to find those boys, we need the help of some local people."

"roll."

Wu Ma Feng kicked the Dark Blood Killer Ancestor away and walked towards the city ahead.

The Dark Blood Killer Ancestor could only endure it, licking his face and said to Wumayan: "Thank you, Mr. Yan. Thank you, Mr. Yan."

"Well, as long as you find that boy for us, I will guarantee your life, and maybe I can take you away from this ruined world and go to my Wuma clan to practice." Wumayan smiled gently.

"Yes, please let Mr. Yan go."

My heart, my subordinates will go through fire and water for you, no matter what. "

The Dark Blood Killer Ancestor was overjoyed and showed his loyalty. Isn't he willing to be a dog just to get in touch with the other party and gain a future?

He knew very well that without the opportunity, he would never be able to step into the realm of the Holy God throughout his life, but if he could join the Wuma clan, there would be hope.

"Let's go, as long as you can convince that Ghost Blade Boy, I will benefit from you."

Wu Mayan smiled and nodded, then walked forward with his hands behind his back, standing side by side with Wu Ma Feng, looking at the towering World City.

I saw that this world city was nearly twice as big as the ordinary one, with palaces and pavilions in groups, as well as temples and spiritual peaks suspended in mid-air. The spiritual energy was steaming, and the clouds and mist shrouded it, making it a spectacular sight.

There are hundreds of millions of cultivators in the city, each of them looking like a formidable enemy. Looking in the air, there are thousands of Seventh Path Divine Ancestors and Eight Paths Divine Ancestors standing in formation, each controlling a formation.

The formations were activated one by one, flashing with various colors, and soaring upwards. Over the city, more than ten layers of defensive light masks were condensed, and the formation runes flashed.

Wu Mayan and Wu Mafeng looked calm and glanced at the group of cultivators standing on the tower.

Among this group of cultivators, there were hundreds of Nine Path God Ancestors, including demons, demons, and half-orcs. They were surrounded by six half-step saints, who looked at Wu Ma Yaner with fear, seriousness, or anger. people.

Wu Mafeng felt that this was a provocation to him, waved his hand and took out the Flame Hell Sword, and said in a contemptuous tone: "A group of ignorant ants, think they can block the sword in my hand by joining together and setting up some formations?"

"Wait a minute, Nether Blood is

As for Ghost Blade Boy's friend, let's send him to lobby first. If he can succeed, we can spend less effort. "Wumayan said.

"Ghost Blade Boy? Is he that little kid?" Wu Ma Feng looked sternly and raised his hand to point at the six black-robed teenagers among the half-step saints.

Seeing Wu Mayan nodding, Wu Mafeng looked directly at Ghost Blade Tongjun with sword-like eyes, and sneered: "This little brat has a strong will, I'm afraid he's not that weakling."

Mingxue Shazu, who was standing behind Wu Mayan, blushed when he heard this, but he could only keep smiling: "Don't worry, Mr. Yan, my subordinates will try their best to persuade him."

"Go." Wu Mayan was noncommittal.

"As commanded."

After receiving the approval of Nether Blood Killing Ancestor, he walked up and politely said to Ghost Blade Tongjun: "Brother Ghost Blade, it's been a long time..."

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ghost Blade Child: "You are greedy for life and afraid of death. You have lost all my face in the martial arts world of Senluo Realm. If I were you, I would have committed suicide in shame. Where would I be?" My face is dry and my tongue is dry.”

As soon as these words came out, countless cultivators applauded and cursed the Dark Blood Killer: "The Dark Blood Killer, you bastard, let me tell you, we would rather live standing than kneeling like you."

The Dark Blood Killer Ancestor was very calm. He had been mentally prepared for this when he surrendered to Wumayan, but when all kinds of unpleasant and harsh sounds came into his ears, he felt a little embarrassed after all.

"enough."

The Dark Blood Killer Ancestor Tieqing roared with a livid face, his eyes gushed with blood, and he glanced at Ghost Blade Tongjun and others: "As the saying goes, those who know the current affairs are heroes. Brother Ghost Blade, represented by the two young masters Wu Mayan and Wu Ma Feng It is the supreme Wuma clan, you cannot resist it, and..."

Ghost Blade Tongjun

Interrupting him again: "Shut up, we have sent people to report to Lord Tongyou Demon Saint, Netherblood Killing Ancestor, you betrayed our Senluo Realm, you can take care of yourself."

The Dark Blood Killer shook his head and shouted: "Do you think the Wuma clan only sent Young Master Yan and Young Master Feng?"

Seeing the change of expressions of Ghost Blade Tongjun and others, Mingxue Ancestor became even more proud: "To tell you the truth, in addition to the two young masters, there are two other young masters. They are geniuses of the first calamity holy god and can fight against the second calamity holy god. , Lord Tongyou Demon Saint is strong, but how can he be their opponent? Not to mention him, including the four seniors of Scarlet Light Demon Saint, how can they come to save you? "

"A calamity of holy genius?"

The faces of the hundreds of millions of cultivators in the city changed drastically, and many people began to panic.

Wu Mayan and Wu Mafeng are half-step Holy God geniuses, but they can kill half-step Holy Gods at will. Wouldn't the one-step Holy God genius also be able to easily kill Lord Tongyou Demon Saint?

A demon clan cowered and said: "The Dark Blood Killer Ancestor is right. We can't afford to offend the Wuma clan. How about we help them find the Sword God Ancestor that day?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was split in half by a ghostly demon blade. Both his Dantian and the Divine Ancestor Crystal were destroyed, all his energy and spirit disappeared, and the sky was dyed red with demon blood.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and then saw the Ghost Blade Boy throwing his voice to the ground: "Kill anyone who wants to surrender!"

Although he looked like a young man, he showed extraordinary pride at this moment, which made those who were greedy for life and fearful of death bow their heads in shame and dare not speak.

"Everyone, they regard us as ants, do we also want to regard ourselves as despicable people? No, absolutely."

The Ghost Blade Boy raised his demon blade high with a look of determination on his face.

Every word was categorical: "The purpose of our lifelong practice is to stand upright and never regret it. If they want to kill them, we will stay with them until the end."