Urban Game System

CH 256 0256

Even though the body of the mist has no head, but after turning around, there seems to be a pair of invisible eyes shooting out two cold and stern gazes in the empty space above the neck!

"Hehehehe... I finally saw the light of Kuang Zhan! Murong square inch old dog, are you trembling!"

A roar came surging from the holy platform, the voice contained incomparable resentment and hatred, as if words could kill!

"It's really the ancestor of the foreigner who is the first branch, it's really him! He's not dead yet!"

"Isn't the Murong Fangcun he mentioned just now the ancestor of the Murong family who killed him thousands of years ago?"

"If this Kuang Zhan is not dead, what kind of strength will he be when he comes out now?"

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On the square, everyone retreated while discussing.

Only the clansmen of the first branch and the eighth branch did not evacuate, and still worshiped here devoutly, welcoming the coming of the Lord of Berserk.

That Wuying Kuangzhan raised his combat boots, walked to the edge of the holy platform, raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, suddenly leaped forward, and fell fiercely downward.

The top of the holy platform is a full six to seven thousand meters high from the ground. At this moment, the fog and shadow mad battle is as casual as stepping on an ordinary stone step. The moment his body leaps out of the holy platform, he is still accelerating Step down.

From above the square, everyone saw a black mist suddenly jumping down from the top of the mountain. The speed of this mist was extremely fast, as if a meteorite had fallen from the sky, and even the air was left behind by him. After that, accompanied by a huge roar, the shadow of fog hit the square fiercely!

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The ground of the square was made of unknown material, but it was not pierced by a foot, but cracked immediately, with the fog and shadow furious battle as the center, and the cracked lines spread rapidly to the surroundings.

Wuying Kuangzhan landed on one knee, put his hands on the ground, slowly raised his empty head, and immediately stood up.

"Hahahaha! Murong family, I'm back from the mad battle!"

Raising his hands to the sky, the cylindrical spear pointed directly at the sky, and Kuang Zhan laughed out loud.

"Crazy slave, you did a good job! This time I saw the sun again, almost all thanks to you!"

After Wuying laughed wildly, he suddenly turned his head to look at the elder, and praised him.

"The great master of mad war, I, Murong Ke, the patriarch of the eighth branch, under the recommendation of Lord Kuang Nu, am willing to serve the great master of mad war!"

Murong Ke saw the right moment, and immediately kowtowed deeply again to show his loyalty.

"Very good, you are very smart! If that is the case, then I will take you as a slave!"

Wu Ying stretched his arms forward, and a stream of mist penetrated directly into Murong Ke's ears, and in an instant, the mist quickly enveloped Murong Ke.

But after a while, all the mist dissipated, only Murong Ke's eyes were covered with black, like a ghost.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you!"

Seeing this, Murong Qin at the side felt very frightened, and immediately shook Murong Ke vigorously, trying to wake him up.

But Murongke seemed to have turned into a puppet, without any emotional fluctuations, he didn't even look at the grandson next to him, he just bowed devoutly and worshiped Wuying Kuangzhan.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you!"

Murong Qin was in a hurry, he suddenly turned his head to look at Wuying, and roared angrily: "You devil, what have you done to my grandfather! You hateful devil, pay back my grandfather!"

"The great mad war cannot be slandered!"

Just when Murong Qin was worried about his grandfather, his grandfather Murong Ke suddenly turned his head and looked at him coldly with eyes as black as ink.

At this moment, Murong Qin didn't hesitate at all, while the evacuated members of the Murong family were stunned, they raised their heads and chopped off Murong Qin's Tianling Gai!

This palm was clean and neat, and it directly split Murong Qin's head, and his brains were scattered everywhere, even some red, white, and yellow splashed directly on Murong Ke's face.

"The rebels are dead! The great Lord of Berserk!"

At this time, Murong Ke, who had lost all feelings, killed his own grandson with his own hands, and then continued to bow down to Wuying Kuangzhan.

"Hahaha, don't run away either! Come and be my crazy slaves!"

Wuying frantically shook his body, and immediately dozens of extremely thick mist fell from his body to the ground. As soon as the mist fell to the ground, it seemed to have life, and it was like spirit snakes, which quickly shuttled out.

However, this was not over yet, these dozens of mist suddenly divided into ten, ten hundred, and in an instant, there were thousands of fine mist chasing towards the retreating Murong family.

With the lessons learned by Murong Ke, no one will doubt that once caught up by this mist, they will inevitably become an unconscious puppet like Murong Ke.

No one wants to be such a puppet. At this moment, the crowd screamed and rushed towards the entrance where they came from.

However, there were so many people participating in the holy mountain celebration, and they wanted to escape at this moment, but they were congested.

Once the fog catches up, it will be a doomsday-like horror.

"Hey~ Senior Kuang Zhan, why should the grievances of the previous generation concern the younger generation?"

At this moment, a solemn voice quietly echoed on the square, and the figure of Murong Lin, the ancestor of Wuxiu's generation, naturally appeared in midair.

Suddenly, the air behind the eight branch tribesmen who escaped was suddenly scorching hot, and eight red walls appeared in silence~

The red wall is like a fluttering red silk, directly isolating all the jets of black mist, without missing a single strand.

The moment the black mist collided with the fire wall, it immediately turned into fly ash and disappeared!

"Interesting! Whose family are you from? From Murong Kui's family, or from Murong Hua's family?" The empty head looked at Murong Lin, and Wuying's words were full of contempt.

"The grandfather of this junior is Murong Kui. Senior Kuang Zhan laughed at me. Now that Senior Kuang Zhan has seen the light of day again, please leave the Sanqi Island of Murong's family. The sky is high and the sea is wide, and you can swim freely from now on." Murong Lin folded his hands and looked towards Wu Ying. Kuangzhan bowed, this is respect for the seniors.

"Leave? Brat, of course I will leave, but before I leave, I have one more thing to do!"

"Senior, please tell me!" Murong Lin asked earnestly, it would be the best if he could let Kuang Zhan leave.

"When all the bloodlines of the Murong family are wiped out, I will leave! Hahahaha..." After Kuang Zhan finished speaking, he laughed arrogantly again.

"The junior may not be able to let the senior do what he wants!"

Hearing the meaning of mad war, Murong Lin was no longer humble, but instantly released his coercion. At this moment, his cultivation started to work, and his momentum rose in vain!

"Tsk tsk, the period of escaping dust, the state of escaping! It's interesting! But just relying on this level of cultivation, you want to stop me? Hahaha..." Kuang Zhan laughed loudly again as if he saw something funny.

"Then add me!"

In midair, a figure with flowing hair suddenly appeared again, it was Murong Qingyang!