Vol 5 Chapter 702: Wind wave

Under the gate of Guiyuan City, as Luoyang’s voice fell, it suddenly fell into a dead silence. Even the number of monks who watched the bustle here had already reached thousands, but it was still silent. There is no sound coming out.
Everyone's gaze is looking closely at the center of the city gate, which is like a demon god.
It is natural to see from their eyes that when Luo Yang killed the Fan Minglou, there was no hesitation in the shot, as if it were a corpse, it was worthless in his eyes!
If it was before the change, for Luo Yang to be so arrogant, everyone in this place must have sneered, but now, with the fall of the six Yuan Tianjing monks, even these monks are very afraid of the foundation of the corpse, in my heart There is still a slight shake.
"Maybe... he really has no fear of corpse teaching!"
This thought seems to be ridiculous. The corpse teaching is one of the three major sects. Looking down on the roads beyond the tens of thousands of years, the inheritance of the sects is even more profound, even if it is the other two of the three main sects. The door, and there will be no disciples to kill the disciples of the corpse, which is tantamount to provoking the corpse!
Royan did this, and in the eyes of the public, he shot without hesitation!
"It seems that it won't take long, the anger of the corpse will come!"
For a time, all the monks’ minds were suddenly sinking. Even if the matter had nothing to do with them, they could mention the corpse teachings and still make them feel terrified.
For the thoughts of the monks in this place, Luo Yang naturally could not know one by one, but he did not care. After sweeping away from the crowd, he took Shen Fengqi and walked away and walked toward the city.
Until the figure of Luo Yang disappeared on the street, the people in this place only came back to God. After a glance, they quickly left in all directions, for fear of being contaminated with a trace of trouble.
"This is a scorpion, and the corpse will never let him go!"
"That surnamed Luo is even more powerful, and it is impossible to be an opponent of the corpse. If he does not hurry to escape to Guiyuan City, waiting for him must be a dead end!"
"I don't think it's necessary. I can still protect myself by the repair of the middle of the heavens."
"If I remember correctly, the Taoist demon of the corpse seems to be in this city!"
The noisy arguments suddenly sounded in Guiyuan City. With the departure of those monks, Luo Yang’s deeds of Fan Minglou and others were naturally spread throughout the Yuanyuan City, attracting the attention of many monks.
For the many monks who grew up in the Tao, the three main gates are supreme. No one dares to provoke their authority. However, now some people are witnessing the damage of the face of the corpse, which is equal to It’s shocking!
"How many years have passed, there are no such characters in the extraterrestrial environment. It seems that this auction will become very interesting."
In a chic and beautiful courtyard, a gentle middle-aged man smiled and lifted his cup and said with a smile.
"It’s really a bad guy to cultivate in the middle of the world." Do you think we are trying to get in touch with him and absorb him into our plan?"
Opposite the man, a girl wearing a purple long skirt and facing the fairy of the Tiangong slowly raised her head and said softly.
"When he survives from the next storm, we have time to get in touch with him. Before that, let's sit on the mountain."
The smile of the middle-aged man did not diminish. After a faint explanation, the tea in the cup was drunk.
Almost at the same time, in a luxury house in Guiyuan City, a savage killing swept out and drowned the entire courtyard in the killing of the heavens and the earth.
"If you dare to kill Zhu’s disciple, I will be able to meet him!"
When the sound of coldness sounded, a black old man stepped out and was ready to leave the courtyard.
But just as the old man in black had just moved, another voice suddenly rang from the mansion and clearly fell into the ears of the old man, making him a slight tremor.
"Since you have a life, then Zhu will endure for a few more days, and let the one who doesn't know the heights of the sky live for a few more days!"
The old man's face was gloomy, but he nodded and stepped back into the room.
In the hundreds of robbers outside the Yuanyuan City, as the sect of the sects sent the news back, Luo Yang’s name was also spread throughout the sect.
"Whether he is the kid, I have to go there in person. If the hatred of the year is not reported, what face will continue to stay in the Zongmen!"
A cold voice rang from the depths of the Hundred Robbers. When the sound fell, a blood light merged into the transmission array. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.
At the time when the blood disappeared, on the peak of a hundred robbers, a woman in a red dress looked at the direction of Yuancheng. The pretty face showed a complex look, and she finally sighed and turned and closed.
Luo Yang did not know about the storm caused by himself. At this moment, he was walking in Guiyuan City as usual. His eyes were constantly looking around, as if he had already forgotten his own actions.
"The son, your previous move is equivalent to annoying the corpse, I am afraid that it will not take long before they will come to the son of your trouble."
Seeing that Luo Yang’s look is so light, Shen Feng’s pretty face can’t help but reveal the color of worry, and whispered to remind him.
"I know that although the guy's status in the corpse is not high, but I am so brazen to kill him, it is equivalent to folding the face of the corpse, they naturally will not easily give up." Luo Yang's gaze Still looking at the buildings in the city, the head did not return to the ground.
"Since I know, why do you still have a son..." After hearing the words of Luo Yang, Shen Fengqi’s pretty face flashed the color of doubt, and asked inexplicably.
Luo Yang's footsteps turned around and turned to look at Shen Fengqi, his face showing a smile and a smile.
"That depends on you, if I put the Fan Minglou a way of life, can he resolve my grievances with me?"
Luo Yang’s voice fell, and Shen Fengqi’s voice was first, and even the bitter smile. Although she is not deeply involved in the world, she knows that in this territory, there is no kindness, and the only thing that can be relied upon is its own cultivation.
"I am afraid that even if you are a son, you will let Fan Minglou a life path, and he will not be grateful to the son." Shen Fengqi’s heart sighed, already knowing why Luo Yang was so decisive.
"So, killing and not killing are all a result. This is the way of the world. What we can do is to work hard to become a strong person. Only by doing this step can we avoid all the concerns." Yang’s eyes are slightly stunned, and there is a cold flash in his eyes.
"Only when your strength is strong enough can you kill them all, and only then will they fear you, even... fear you!"