Chapter 285
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"Holy Son, this is a win-win situation!" Mr. Munro said again.
"I don't like being threatened!" Gu Yue Holy Son said in a low voice.
Gu Yue Holy Son's words left Mr. Munro speechless. He smiled bitterly, nodded, and left.
Here, Gu Yue Holy Son was the most powerful. No one dared to oppose him, regardless of strength or status.
Wei Qing immediately stepped forward and said, "Holy Son, among my four junior brothers, Wei Jia and Wei Yi cultivate the Xuan Ming Duo Qi, which can corrode one's soul. Once one is contaminated by the Xuan Ming Duo Qi, one will be in agony. No one can withstand this torture. Let them come! "
Among the four people behind Wei Qin, two green-faced men walked out respectfully.
Looking at the two of them, Gu Yue Holy Son nodded lightly.
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Yan Chuan's army traveled across mountains and rivers, quickly heading towards the nest of the Demon Bull Great Demon.
In the distance, they saw a large number of cultivators gathered on a mountain peak, looking at a large canyon.
"Ah ~ ~ ~ ~!"
"Ah ~ ~ ~ ~!"
In the distant canyon, two heart-wrenching screams could be heard.
"It's the Sect Master's voice!" Jiujiansheng's expression changed.
"Third Martial Uncle, it's Third Martial Uncle's voice!" The Three Swordsmen's expression changed.
"Hurry, hurry!" Yan Chuan urged again.
"Rumble!"
The group of cultivators quickly rushed towards the canyon not far away.
In the canyon.
Gu Yue Holy Son led everyone to look at the canyon below.
Below, Wei Jia and Wei Yi spat out waves of Green Qi from their palms, enveloping the black-faced Feng Tairan and Duan San Shu.
As the Green Qi enveloped the two of them, a layer of frost formed on their bodies, causing them to tremble continuously.
"Speak, speak quickly!" Wei Jia said coldly.
"Ah ~ ~ ~ ~!"
"Haha, ah ~ ~ ~!"
The two of them cried out in pain and laughed, refusing to speak.
"Speak, speak quickly!" Wei Yi also Jiaohu said.
The surrounding experts all frowned as they looked at the two of them. The two of them were too stubborn. He was already in such a miserable state, but he still refused to say anything.
Gu Yue Holy Son's face darkened.
"If you still don't speak, I'll freeze and shatter your divine soul!" Wei Jia said coldly.
However, Duan San Shu gritted his teeth. Even though he was screaming miserably, he continued to look coldly at Wei Jia, refusing to say anything.
"You're courting death!" Wei Jia's face turned cold, and his palms suddenly emitted bursts of purple light, as if they were about to freeze and shatter Duan San Shu's Spirit Soul.
"Stop ~ ~ ~ ~!"
Boom, boom, boom, boom …!
In an instant, a hundred sword lights shot out, heading straight for Wei Jia and Wei Yi.
"Hmm?"
While the two of them were distracted, a large amount of sword light had already arrived.
"Hmph!"
The two of them snorted coldly and struck out with their palms.
"Rumble!"
The hundred sword lights were shattered with a loud bang.
Jiujiansheng and the Seven Swordsmen attacked at the same time, but they were easily neutralized by the two.
However, this was already enough. At least the two of them could no longer destroy Feng Tairan and Duan San Shu.
"Bang!"
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