Just now, there were several people in the semi-emperor realm who were completely eaten by Taiyin Youying without any room for resistance.

Looking at the remaining humans, Taiyin Youying looked like he was still unsatisfied. It was obvious that these people were not enough to fill his stomach.

"Why don't you run away?"

Liu Wuxie looked at the monks who were retreating back the same way, with a mocking look on his lips.

"Liu Wuxie, you are a despicable villain. Not only have you mastered the demon artifact, you have also colluded with the demon clan. The human monks will not let you go."

Wen Wu cursed Liu Wuxie.

The various methods just shown, except for the Nine Heavens Holy Sword Technique, all have some relationship with the demons.

"You want to restrain me with morality and force me not to kill you. I advise you not to waste your efforts. Do you think I, Liu Wuxie, will care about this?"

The look of ridicule on Liu Wuxie's face became increasingly intense.

After saying this, Wen Wu and others' faces turned red and blue.

Liu Wuxie was right. At their level, there is no difference between good and evil, only strong and weak.

The weak can only be manipulated by others.

If Liu Wuxie is not strong enough today, will they let Liu Wuxie and his wife go?

"Liu Wuxie, do you really want to kill them all?"

Fang Shicang's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

It was because of Liu Wuxie that they, Liang Yuecheng, were in the situation they were in today.

"When you were chasing my wife, did you ever think about whether I, Liu Wuxie, would let you go?"

Liu Wuxie snorted coldly. He told them so much because he wanted them to die in a dignified way because they were the geniuses of their generation.

The monks outside the venue were silent.

Liu Wuxie was right. The moment they chose to hunt down Xu Lingxue, they should have thought that this day would come.

"Liu Wuxie, you forced us to do this. Even if we die, we will drag you with us today."

Jing Jian's eyes were about to burst, and a dark ghost flag appeared in his hand.

The moment it was sacrificed, there was a sudden gloomy wind all around, causing the expressions of the monks watching to change drastically.

"This is an ancient artifact that suppresses ghost flags. Where did Jing Jian get it?"

There were bursts of exclamations from all around, and he was shocked by the ghost-suppressing flag in Jing Jian's hand.

Liu Wuxie's eyes narrowed, and then showed a solemn expression.

This ghost-suppressing banner should be a treasure Jing Jian obtained from the Tianyu Dojo. Judging from the aura, it was definitely a divine emperor weapon back then.

Although the realm has fallen now, it is much more powerful than the average semi-imperial weapon, and is somewhat similar to the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, similar to the pseudo-god-imperial weapon.
Chapter completed!