Bug Master In Doomsday

"Isn't it 50 million Golden Dragon Coins? I have them! I can give you! I give you twice! Please, as long as you let me make a living, I will give you as much money as you want!"

The white puppet knelt on the ground without bones, and kept knocking his head to the lifeless corpse collector. He was so scared that he couldn't shed tears, so he could only plead for the enemy in front of him to let him go by begging for the hopeless way. .....

The corpse collector who slumped his shoulders hunched over his waist, drew abruptly, and let out a wicked smile, "Can you not be so naive? The bounty is just a matter of course."

Do you know how precious the honor of killing you in this peaceful time is? ! Do you know how important the leader’s appreciation is in our minds, do you know? "

The corpse collector looked at the white puppet as if staring at a poor trembling wild dog. The sack he held in his hand pulled the tied rope away, a gust of demon wind swept through, and the frightened white puppet seemed to have been hit by a heavy fist. He turned his head and turned his eyes, the whole person fainted instantly and was sucked into the bag of universe.

"Bared bared ~ ..... VII, VII, speed region 112 to point B, clean up the mess."

"Okay, sir!" The corpse collector agreed and hung up the call. The rickety and thin body pressed against the shadow of the wall in a blink of an eye and turned into a pool of thick black liquid, which gradually seeped into the ground... .

.......

"I am really flattered that the famous Wang Mang can come to deal with such an unknown person in person."

Canghai Dama, dressed in a lavender Taoist robe, sat on a comfortable wicker chair and smiled provocatively at the king, "Tsk tsk, in order to kill me such a small pawn, it is necessary to make you the number one combat force. Will Wang Mang of Wang Mang end?"

"Of course it is necessary. Who made you the closed disciple of the old ancestor of Penglai? If I didn't come this time, wouldn't I underestimate the power of your Canglangmen?"

Wang Mang, who was wearing only a shirt, looked around this conference hall and looked at the hundreds of heavily armed cultivators beside Canghai. He smiled slightly, and moved a chair to sit on his own. The opposite of Canghai!

"Are you an intruder, are you sure you won't run away now?" Wang Mang stared at Canghai with interest. Behind him slowly appeared a group of black-clothed assassins exuding a strong smell of blood. These black-clothed people gathered more and more. The murderous intent on the body gathered like a sea of ​​blood that shocked and frightened.

The hundreds of superb cultivators have never experienced such a fierce enemy. Even if they have experienced battle, it is nothing more than a slaughter of chickens and dogs...

Under such imposing pressure, their expressions or movements have become a little unnatural, and the only thing that is not affected is the Canghai sitting on the wicker chair.

"Isn't Wang Mang, the world's most powerful cultivator, beheading hundreds of our cultivators with his own power?"

Faced with the persecution of the monstrous killing intent, Cang Hai sat up a little bit, and the powerful aura he cultivated through his own cultivation method forcibly fought against the killing intent of many people in black.

"Haha!" Listening to Canghai's words, Wang Mang cut out his ears pretending to be humiliated, with a mocking smile on his face, "Are you a fool or I am a fool? There is no need to use this low-powered aggressive method against me. Right?

Oh, by the way, wait a minute, my army is coming soon...I want to see if you, the elite of the sect, can kill seven and seven in our encirclement of tens of thousands of people. Out! "