"Forty thousand years ago, it was the Saint of Heavenly Heart that brought disaster to the world!!"

"Take the Saint of Heavenly Heart! Raoer will never die!"

Leng Rushuang's face instantly became extremely ugly.

Ye Wushuang looked at the four people who rushed in as soon as the door of the room was opened.

These four people have their own characteristics.

Although they were all dead and had a gloomy face, they were all different.

The strong man in the lead looked very fierce and evil. He was carrying a mountain-opening axe, his eyes wide as big as a copper bell, and he shouted in a thick voice: "Where is the Saint of Heavenly Heart!"

Xiao Qingxuan seemed to see that these four people were a little difficult to mess with, and she came for the Saint of Killing Tianxin. She immediately stepped forward and said coldly: "Who are you?

Why did you break into my door!"

"Stop talking nonsense, we get the news that the Saint of Heavenly Heart is here, hand her over to me!!"

The blue-faced man behind the strong man shouted loudly.

The man with green face looked very strange, his whole body was full of black green, without a trace of blood. Moreover, what he was holding was not a weapon, but a huge leaf.

Ye Wushuang sat at the table and looked at these people leisurely.

When I saw the leaf, my expression was slightly calm.

This thing seems a bit strange.

The overall veins of the leaves are surprisingly disordered, like a broken leaf.

However, the aura emitted from the leaf was a very holy feeling, but it could make people feel that this leaf was absolutely extraordinary.

The veins of the leaves are extremely disordered, but the breath is very holy.

Such a combination is indeed a bit strange.

However, before Ye Wushuang could finish watching, the other two men also stood up.

The two of them are very similar. They both wear a black mask to cover their faces, and their clothes are all black, which looks very mysterious.

And these two men held a scimitar in their hands.

It looks like a killer dress.

The four of them dared to come and cause trouble for the Saint of Tianxin.

What really surprised Ye Wushuang was the matter of the Saint of Tianxin, and Ye Wushuang had just heard of it.

Someone came to the store to provoke him immediately.

This is too strange.

"Who are you!"

Xiao Qingxuan's face was very unhappy, and a little lightning had appeared in her palm, and she was ready to take action at any time! "Stop talking nonsense! Hand over the Saint of Heavenly Heart!"

The strong man in the head scolded angrily: "Forty thousand years ago, this disaster brought about a disaster that destroyed the world, and even the Immortal Emperor died! Now she has reappeared! Why are you hiding?

Could it be that the Saint of the Heart who was the same as the one who was in the sky!”

What he said was righteous and righteous words, and in the words, he seemed to be still speaking for the deceased immortal emperor.

But little did he know that the Saint Maiden of Heaven was the wife of the Immortal Emperor for thousands of years.

And the person they were facing was the Immortal Emperor back then.

Leng Rushuang's face became darker and darker, and her pink fists were pinching tightly.

Ye Wushuang saw Leng Rushuang's appearance, stretched out her hand and gently pinched her pink fist.

Leng Rushuang immediately turned her head and looked at Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang smiled at her.

"Don't worry, madam, I said that no matter what the future ahead, you and I will bear it together."

Ye Wushuang smiled and said, "Leave it to me."

Leng Rushuang looked at the man in front of her with a touching touch, with a little water vapor in her eyes.

Ye Wushuang held Leng Rushuang's plain hand and stood up slowly, pulled Leng Rushuang, and gently pushed Xiao Qingxuan away who was blocking in front.

Xiao Qingxuan looked anxious.

"Master, you." Ye Wushuang said in a low voice with a warm smile on his face, "It's okay, let me tell them."

“Yes, Master.”

Seeing Ye Wushuang like this, Xiao Qingxuan stepped aside, but she still looked worried.

Ye Wushuang led Leng Rushuang to the front of the four people, and his eyes swept across the four people one by one.

Then, Ye Wushuang slowly raised his eyes, a faint smile appeared on his face, and asked faintly: "Four, can you ask where did you know from, the Saint of Heavenly Heart, here?"

As the saying goes, you don’t hit someone with a smile, but the strong man in the head did not buy it at all when facing the smile on Ye Wushuang’s face, and was very rude! "How can you care about me? Where is the Saint of Heavenly Heart? Hand it over quickly!"

The strong man in the head raised the mountain-opening axe in his hand and crossed his neck.

Ye Wushuang looked sideways slightly and glanced at the mountain-piercing axe that was standing in front of his neck coldly.

Then, he took a look at the cultivation level of the four people.

This strong man, who was the leader, had a cultivation level in the true fairyland.

The two men in black-clothed masks who looked like killers had the same cultivation level as Ye Wushuang now, and were at the Immortal King realm.

It's indeed quite a bit of a clue.

Two immortal kings and one true immortal.

He came prepared.

The man with green face holding a green leaf as a weapon was blocked by the holy aura emitted by the leaves. Even if Ye Wushuang opened his purple pupils, he could not see his cultivation level clearly with his Immortal King level cultivation level.

This surprised Ye Wushuang.

However, Ye Wushuang was not afraid. He gently stretched out a finger and pushed away the mountain-opening axe that was horizontally placed in front of his neck.

"You're very rude."

Ye Wushuang's tone was cold, mixed with inviolable majesty.

"It's a price to be rude to me."

But the strong man in the head was even more rude. He raised the big axe to open the mountain again and crossed his neck again.

"Boy, you are just the realm of the Immortal King. Although I am one level lower than you, I have four people. The two behind you are not even the holy realm, are you stolen Jiuyou?"

"You group of smelly fish and rotten shrimps dare to shout to me?"

The strong man in the head seemed to be sure to win, his face full of sarcastic smiles.

"cost?

Hahaha! I laughed at my big teeth! Tell me, what price I have to pay!"

Ye Wushuang's expression slightly shook, and he hung down on his right hand, from his palm to his fist, from his fist to his claw! And the thunder in the palm of his palm had slowly appeared in the claws! The crackling sound of the thunder in the palm of his palm had not yet been transmitted into the ears of the strong man in charge, Ye Wushuang had already knocked out the thunder in the palm of his palm! "Boom!"

With a sound, the thunder in his palm exploded on the strong man in the head! The lightning dissipated, and the strong man in the head was killed without even shouting! "Bang!"

With a sound! The mountain-piercing axe that was crossed by Ye Wushuang's neck a second ago fell to the ground, smashing a big hole in the floor of the room! "This is the price you are rude to me!"

Ye Wushuang's slanted hair showed a cold eye. His right hand was still in the air, and there was still a "crackling" sound of thunder in his palm.
Chapter completed!