Chapter 415: Complete

Since the establishment of the Nine-Yao Palace, the ruins of the goddess have never been dyed so much blood.
It is already unclear how many people have died.
Yin Hong, Sheng Elder, Wen Jiayuan, Yan Jiayuan, to the elders...
Looking at Lu Mingshu to mention the butcher knife, I don't know how many people are scared.
They have not seen the dead, they have come out of the realm, how can they be soft and soft, and there will be several lives in their hands. However, this does not mean that they are watching the same door being slaughtered, and they can be indifferent.
The Jiu Yao Palace is famous for its fierce fighting, but it is a battle of power. It has never been such a bloody.
But, what can they say about Lu Mingshu? It was Zhou Jiaxian who opened the magic box in one step and released the devil inside. If they did not calculate first, how could they be slaughtered?
To kill, you must be prepared to be killed. This is the unbreakable truth of the martial arts world.
Blood stained the ground, and the magneto-optical residual wave also seemed to sense the chilling atmosphere, ups and downs. The wind blew, as if blowing the chasing soul. Her cold eyes were also stained with blood.
Those who have had the privilege of watching the war of goddess think of the illusion that they have seen.
In the retrogression, the goddess also carried the sword so much, killing the past one by one.
Blood splatter, sword shadow flying.
Obviously it is a one-to-many, but it seems to be a slaughter, and the blood is sprayed on the ground.
Unlike the illusion, the goddess is endless because of too many enemies. Before this girl, no one stopped.
"Enough." Suddenly the sky dropped the mysterious sound, and the two figures appeared silently.
Wan Hao is an elder, with Fu Shangqing, appearing on the scene.
He gently reached out and grabbed Lu Mingshu's blade, his eyes calm as water: "Lu Mingshu, the people are dead."
Yin Hong in the pupil slowly receded, and Lu Mingshu looked at the elders in front of him.

Before the elders,
she whispered.
What identity do you use to stop me?

Wan Hao is too elder to look at the elders.
Yu Wenshi jumped in his heart and said: "Lu Shizhen! Don't let go! This is the elder."
Lu Mingshu did not seem to hear it. He continued to ask: "If you are ordered by the elders, please forgive your disciples."
Wan Hao is not angry with the elders, just ask: "Why?"
"If it is me who is dying today, will the elders of the elders stop it?"
Wan Hao’s elders were silent and did not answer.
The answer is obvious.
"Since you won't stop them, there is no reason to stop me."
but……
"Lu Mingshu," Wan Hao said to the elders, "The people who persecute you are already dead. The rest are just some vassals. If you even kill them, you will know that you will be in the Jiu Yao Palace." How many deaths and hatreds are there? Everyone has disciples and have relatives and friends. Even if you don’t think about it for yourself, don’t you consider it for your relatives and friends?

Lu Mingshu sneered: "I let them go, will they appreciate me?"
"But if you don't let them go, you will definitely get hatred."
Lu Mingshu looked at him with a funny smile: "Before the elders, you know now that you are teaching your disciples, is it too late?"
Wan Hao is too elder to silence.
"When I was oppressed, you didn't help me. When I was concealed, you didn't help me. Nothing, nowhere?"
The words have been said here. Wan Hao’s elder elder sighed and retracted his hand:
It’s worth it.

He turned his back and didn't look at this scene.
He is an elder who is destined to face the ancestors of the past.
Blood is flowing more and more, and the screams are endless. Once the devil is out, it cannot be controlled.
I don't know if it is an illusion. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, like a call sign.
Yu Wenshi suddenly felt wrong: "Why is the wind so big?"
He Xuan was reminded by him that he found that the whole person was cold sweat, and he was blown by the wind and shook. Looking around, not only is the wind outrageous, but the magneto-optical aftermath is also ups and downs, and the turbulence can be seen by the naked eye. Even the ground began to shake.
"Taiwanese elders!" Yu Wenshi first thought of asking for help from the elders of Wan Hao.
How can Wan Tai’s elders not find out? He looked up and looked at the number of faces, and even waved his sleeves, and the Xuanguang released was quickly blown away by the wind.
"Not good!" he cried. "Come, you are going out!"
Just after the words, the magneto-optical undulations, the mountains and rocks cracked, as if the sky was falling.
Wan Hao’s elder elders rolled up their sleeves and made a sword light, quickly wrapping those people around and throwing them out.
Just when he wanted to roll up Lu Mingshu and others, the magneto-optical wave was swaying, and they were all involved in it. In the blink of an eye, there was nowhere to go.
......
"Booming -" Yan Huafeng suddenly violently vibrated, birds and beasts rushed, the ground collapsed.
Originally, the disciples who were talking about gossip were shocked and stunned: "What's wrong, what's wrong? What's the problem?"
The other peaks have also been affected by the fluctuations that have been violent several times, and even the solitary peaks have been slammed and broken.
"The son!" Xie Changhui rushed over.
Xie Lianzhen still sat steadily, looking straight to Yu Huafeng.
The ground movement lasted for half an hour, and then the elders who were thrown out of Yu Huafeng appeared.
They were all stunned and scared.
It’s because the ruins of the goddess suddenly vibrate, but they are scared because they have just seen the massacre.
Up to now, I have already left that place, and I feel that I have blood in front of me.
Zhou Miaoru came over and saw these people, and my heart sank.
Yu Wenshi, Zheng Chong, Zhang Wei, He Xuan... What happened? All of them are inverted factions, what about her people? Fu Shangqing?
"Hey!" Yu Wenshi spit out a bite of sand.
He turned his head and looked at the Huaihua Peak, which had already collapsed halfway, only to feel the rest of his life.
To be seen, Zhou Miaoru, who was still worried about Lu Mingshu, gave birth to a hint of pleasure.
"Is the lady looking for the head? Is it still looking for Lu Shi?"
Hearing the tone of Yu Wenshi, Zhou Miaoru had already sinken his heart and fell to the endless abyss.
Yu Wenshi smiled at her in disregard of her woes: "Tell the lady a good news, a bad news, which lady wants to listen to?"
Zhou Miaoru had a mood to bicker with him, only looking at him coldly.
Yu Wenshi is in a good mood. Of course, he doesn't mind. He smiles and says: "If you don't answer, then let me know the good news. Lu Shizhen is still alive and dead."
Zhou Miaoru is a sigh, and he can't figure out what he means.
Without waiting for her to be happy, Yu Wenshi said again: "The bad news is that your walking dogs have not come back." He looked at Zhou Miaoru and said literally, "They are all dead!"
All are dead.
Zhou Miaoru’s pupils shrank and looked at the Yu Wenshi in front of him.
"Yin Hong, Sheng Shishu, Xiang Shishu, Wen Shidi, Yan Shidi, all died." He gently said, "Zhou Jia, finished."