Xiao Yi waved his hand, collected the Qiankun Rings from the evil cultivators in the city, and fled away.

The next big city.

Xiao Yi still deliberately felt it again.

The result is still the same.

Wow…

In a matter of seconds, the entire city was submerged in the poison.

…

Xiao Yi's figure swept across like this.

Every time they pass through a city, they will be slaughtered.

His eyes became colder and colder.

In my heart, I felt increasingly uncomfortable.

But he didn't relent in the slightest.

Half a day later.

Xiao Yi's figure stopped here.

He slaughtered an entire hundred cities.

The number of evil cultivators killed was almost astronomical.

At this moment, in front of him, a young man appeared out of thin air and blocked the way.

"Black robe, Xiao Xun." The young man opened his mouth first.

"Who are you?" Xiao Yi frowned.

"Yan boil." The young man spit out two words.

"I don't know." Xiao Yi shook his head.

Yan Ao smiled and said, "You should know my brother Feng Ziqiu."

"Dark Mage, Xiao Xun, you always like to talk about the rules of the Eighth Palace."

"I will also ask you today, you slaughtered hundreds of cities and washed countless lives with blood. What other rules of the Eighth Palace have you violated?"

"What I killed was an evil cultivator." Xiao Yi squinted his eyes and felt a sudden thought in his heart.

"Evil cultivator? That's what you say?" Yan Ao sneered.

"A hundred cities are all filled with evil cultivators? If I say this, who would believe it?"

Third update.
Chapter completed!