Chapter 228

"Still want to run?"

Ye Yu sensed the position of the scattered people in black around, and his face flashed a cold idea.

Bang Dang!

Bang Dang!

When the door of hell knocked, an ancient demon of hell at the level of emperor rushed out of Ye Yu's body.

Roar!

Roar!

……

A low roar sounded. In this dark night, like the Werewolf in the legend of the dark night, his body was demonized and tall, revealing his ferocious face and bloodthirsty fangs.

"Go and kill everyone!"

Ye Yu's thoughts immediately rang out in the minds of all the ancient demons.

Boom!

Boom!

The next moment, an ancient demon of hell at the level of emperor immediately ran after the scattered man in black.

Poof!

Not far away, on a beam of a house, a man in black looked frightened. He looked at his chest and inserted ferocious claws like steel, and shouted, "demon clan..."

Poof!

He bit off the neck of the man in black and swallowed his head directly. The ancient demon of hell roared fiercely and shot away at another place in an instant.

These ancient demons have the strength of the emperor one by one, and those people in black, the slaves of Wang Yang's family, are just the weak in the realm of spiritual masters. At this time, it is naturally a one-sided slaughter.

"Impossible!"

Poof!

In the distance, on a stone pagoda, another man in black was easily penetrated by the ancient devil, swallowed and splashed with blood.

Of course, the people killed by the ancient demons of hell are not the experience and head count on Ye Yu's head. However, Ye Yu doesn't rare these weak experiences, which is of no use to him at this time.

Poof!

Poof!

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

……

In the ancient king's capital at night, screams and broken flesh kept ringing in the buildings.

The spirit sword in the hands of those people in black stood on these ancient demons and couldn't cut anything at all.

Ye Yu's eyes were somewhat indifferent and looked at the figures whose heads were bitten and swallowed under the night sky.

Step, step!

A moment later, the ten ancient demons of hell were stained with blood at the corners of their mouths, and there were a few threads of flesh and bones hanging on their ferocious tusks.

"Master! A total of thirty people, all killed!"

An idea was transmitted from the ancient demon headed by him.

"Very good!"

Ye Yu nodded, with one hand and one trick, and ten ancient magic spirits rushed into Ye Yu's body, and plunged directly into his swallowing vortex, turning into the essence of life and flowing to Ye Yu's life source.

"One great spiritual master, thirty spiritual masters?"

Ye Yu whispered and smiled gloomily, "what a big hand, just to get rid of my secret?"

Step on!

Ye Yu turned around and walked in the other direction. There was a magnificent mansion standing tall and extremely rich.

……

"Pa... Pa..."

At this time, in a magnificent mansion and an antique room, there was a dense collision sound.

At this time, Wang Yang's face was sweating, and he was stirring on the lower maid. Beside him, an old man stood with his hands down.

"Hoo!"

At the next moment, Wang Yang's body suddenly trembled and his strength breathed a sigh.

He slowly got up from the handmaid and put on his clothes.

"Little... Little Lord..."

This is a handmaid. She looks at Wang Yang with fear in her eyes. At this time, her face is still flushed.

"Ten Liang silver!"

Wang Yang looked impatient and waved.

"Thank you... Thank you, young Lord!"

Twelve Liang silver is a huge sum of money for the maid.

Poof!

And just as the handmaid flustered up her clothes and was about to turn around and leave, a knife suddenly flashed, and a beautiful head suddenly fell to the ground with a slap.

On the stiff face of the handmaid, there was a glimmer of joy that she had just learned that she could get a lot of money.

"No stains are allowed on my body!"

Wang Yang put down his knife and looked at the dead body of his maid not far away, with a cruel smile and disdain.

Bang Dong!

At this time, two people in black came in outside the house, holding a body bag in their hands. They put in the head and body of the maid, and wiped the blood instantly.

Bang Dong!

Once the door was closed, the house was calm again, but the smell of blood and putrefaction was a harbinger of what had just happened.

"Yelao, have you sent someone out?"

Wang Yang wiped the blood on the blade and looked at the old man beside him.

The old man, known as Yelao, nodded, flashed a trace of respect in his eyes and said slowly: "young Lord, don't worry, ye12 has taken a large number of people. No matter how strong his sword skills are, he is a spiritual master after all. My son ye12 has stepped into the great spiritual master. With 30 spiritual masters, he can't miss!"

"That's good! That wild boy is too presumptuous! I don't know where the poor boy came from, but he dared to fight Ben Shao!"

At this time, Wang Yang thought of the green shirt figure in the daytime. Looking at his indifferent eyes, it seemed to be a kind of disdain and disregard. He immediately shook his fist and said, "hateful! You can't cut the wild boy with your hand!"

"Oh? Hand blade?"

At the moment when Wang Yang's words fell, a voice with a bit of banter suddenly sounded.

"Who?!"

Wang Yang was startled and shouted.

The night old man stood aside, his body stretched, and the powerful cultivation of the Heavenly Master immediately dispersed.

"Who? Oh! Didn't you say you wanted to blade me? Why? Just forgot?"

Boom!

The door of the house was suddenly broken by a huge force, and a figure dressed in simple green clothes slowly entered the house.

"It's you?! it's impossible! Why didn't you..."

"Not dead, is it?"

Ye Yu suddenly smiled, a grim smile crossed the corner of his mouth and said slowly: "in fact, what I hate most is that others provoke me, but this is exactly what I like, because... I also like watching the people who provoke me, the despair and pain in my hands!"

"What do you mean?"

Listening to the sound of a ghost whispering, Wang Yang only felt a cold coming out of his spine.

"Yelao, kill him! Kill him quickly!"

It seemed that Wang Yang felt the infinite killing intention and ferocious breath. Wang Yang immediately turned pale and looked at the old night beside him.

"It's the little Lord!"

The night old man looked dignified. At this time, he had already seen that the green shirt man who broke in was not so simple.

And the fact that the men in green shirts can come here means that their assassination failed, and their son

"You killed my son?!"

At this point, Yelao suddenly changed his face and looked at Ye Yu.

"Who are you talking about? There are too many people killed to remember!"

Ye Yu shook his head and walked slowly towards the two people in the house.

"Don't you come here?!"

At this moment, Wang Yang was really afraid. He thought Ye Yu was just a wild boy in a mountain nest. Unexpectedly, one of the great spiritual masters and 30 spiritual masters he sent out were wiped out?!

Who the hell is he?!

However, thinking of the old night beside him, Wang Yang was a little relieved. He knew that night was always sent to him by his father. He had the cultivation of the heavenly spirit Master and was one of the few strong men in the whole Dayuan Dynasty.

At this time, Yelao looked at Ye Yu's figure coming slowly, his face was heavy, and he threatened in a cold voice: "please stop, or..."

Poof!

A sword light flashed suddenly, like thunder. No one found the trace of the sword light at all. The next moment, old Ye suddenly stiffened with a threatening face and covered his throat.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Bursts of indistinct voices came out of Yelao's mouth. He looked frightened and his pupils widened suddenly.

Patter!

The next moment, a blood line appeared on the old man's neck, and an old head suddenly fell to the ground.

This scene is very similar to the scene where the maid was killed just now.

"Impossible... No..."

Wang Yang looked frightened and was about to roar in fear.

Boom!

But just then, a foot suddenly stepped on his head and directly stepped on the ground.

Ye Yu bent down and looked at Wang Yang with extreme fear on his face. He stretched out his hand and patted his face. There was cruelty in his eyes and said slowly: "don't worry, you won't die so easily..."

Hiss!

A chill suddenly appeared in the room, and the cold words seemed to reduce the temperature of the whole room.