Chapter 567

The sudden appearance of the old man in white and the two men in green made the Zhao family feel a cold killing opportunity.

"Who is it, sir?" Zhao Chong took a deep breath, took a hard step forward, bowed his hands and asked.

The old man in white shirt snorted coldly and stretched out his hand. It seemed that there was a black butterfly in his hand, which fell on Zhao Chong's face at a very fast speed.

Before Zhao Chong could speak, he suddenly felt that something in his body was being pulled away quickly.

Then, his expression was extremely ferocious, and finally gave out a painful roar, and his body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had been drained of blood essence. When the black butterfly turned blood red and returned to the old man's hand, Zhao Chong's body was fixed there. The Zhao family took a step forward and touched Zhao Chong gently, At the next moment, Zhao Chong's body turned into powder.

"Ah!" Many people were alarmed.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Chong had

It's gone.

After this gust of wind, several Zhao family members coughed violently.

Who can have the experience of blowing ashes on his face?

"Uncle Chong!"

"Grandpa Chong!"

The Zhao family's eyes and canthus are about to crack.

Zhao Chong's current state is not cold, but broken, like integrity

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man who had been following Zhao Chong shouted, but the sound from his mouth sounded full of panic.

The old man with white beard sneered, and the butterfly in his hand had disappeared.

"Who killed my son?"

Or what they have said before, which makes them have to start to doubt whether, as said on the Internet, the essence of human beings is a repeater.

"Who the hell is your son? How do we know who killed your son?" Said a young man in the Zhao family.

The old man's eyes fell on him.

The next moment, the young man felt that his body was shrouded in bursts of cold. With almost no hesitation, he turned and wanted to go. However, his reaction speed was a little slower, or his escape speed did not catch up with the flying speed of the butterfly. In the blink of an eye, the Butterfly turned him into powder.

"Hum, I don't know what to do." The old man with white beard snorted coldly. After killing the Zhao family one after another, his face didn't show any complex look. It seemed that it was not people who died in his hands just now, but two ants. This is the real sense of not taking human life seriously. Otherwise, how can he achieve this degree of no joy and no sorrow?

"Are you from the poison sect?" The middle-aged man had no time to be afraid, just thinking about how to get rid of such a dilemma.

Since the other party asks again and again who killed his son, don't you solve the problem by revealing the answer?

"Huh?" The old man with white beard looked at him, and the middle-aged man trembled subconsciously.

"How do you know that I'm from the poison sect? It seems that my son's death is really related to you." The old man with white beard sneered.

"No, no, no, sir, your son's death has nothing to do with us." The middle-aged man said quickly.

The old man with white beard frowned at him, as if he wanted to penetrate his heart directly.

Then he said slowly, "go on."

"Senior, your son did die in our Zhao family, but the man who killed him was not from our Zhao family!" The middle-aged man saw a glimmer of life and said quickly.

"Who is that?" When the old man with white beard spoke, his mouth opened and closed very little. In addition, at this time, he always looked expressionless, which made people wonder whether the old man was asleep, but the cold killing machine existed all the time. The old man probably used this way to exert enough pressure on them.

In the blink of an eye, the two Zhao families were killed, and the rest of the Zhao family could only timidly gather together to keep warm. At this time, where did they have to go and sing the pride of yuexincheng? Even if the old man just looked at them, they would tremble.

Therefore, these people were going to "communicate" with Gaoge yuexincheng at the top of their voice. In fact, they were strong outside and weak inside. When they came to Gaoge, they might not be able to say a complete word. After all, compared with the old man with white beard in front of him, the thunder means shown in Gaoge before is... Well, more or less, Gaoge doesn't have his vicious means, but if Gaoge can, it will be used frequently. After all, it is clean and neat. The corpse directly turns into powder without leaving any trace. Even the steps of destroying the corpse are omitted.

Mainly, the body has been left there, and others have to clean it.

Singing is the kind of person who doesn't like to cause trouble to others.

The middle-aged man hesitated and saw the butterfly reappear in the old man's hand. The middle-aged man shouted hysterically, "sing! Sing!"

In fact, he didn't want to sell Gaoge for his conscience. Anyway, there was hatred between the Zhao family and Gaoge. Of course, this doesn't mean that they wouldn't sell Gaoge without hatred

The reason why I hesitated before is to seize this opportunity to bargain with the other party. What if the other party gets the news and kills himself and others?

"Sing?" The old man with white beard frowned slightly. "Who is he? Where is he now?"

"He should be at duanlong mountain now." The middle-aged man whispered.

"Why did he kill my son?" The old man with white beard continued to ask.

The middle-aged man wanted to roll his eyes.

What you said, why did people kill your son.

Your son is going to kill others. They don't do it yet, waiting for the Spring Festival to dry and become bacon?

However, he knew that if he really said such a thing, he would only speed up his death time, so he whispered, "the guy named Gao Ge is probably idle. He thinks he has a good talent. He used to be a member of the immortal academy, and even became a member of the Dragon Pavilion. That's why he's bold and doesn't take human life seriously..."

When the middle-aged man said this, the old man with white beard also frowned, "people in the Dragon Pavilion? If they are people in the Dragon Pavilion, they are in some trouble..."

It seems that for fear that the other party will give up the idea of looking for Gaoge for revenge, the middle-aged man quickly said, "don't worry, that Gaoge was originally from the Dragon Pavilion, but now it's not."

At the same time, he was also curious. Seeing that the old man with white beard was not a mortal, how could he not even have heard the name of the song?

"Well, I see. In that case, I have nothing to worry about." With these words, the old man with white beard turned and looked at the two men in green shirts behind him.

The two men in green immediately understood and rushed out towards the front.

The old man with white beard walked slowly towards the door.

I only heard a scream outside.

This is a killing.

"You can't do this..." the middle-aged man screamed in despair, but found a bug flying into his mouth. Then he began to pull his throat desperately, but before a while, the humble bug had a fist and climbed out of his stomach

"Damn you people!" The old man with white beard turned his back to them and looked up at the sky, "my son, don't worry, I'll let these people bury you..."