It was noon at this moment. The sun was shining across the sky, shedding endless scorching light and heat.

Inside the gate of Qingya City, Ye Wuque grabbed Zhou Wuyong's neck with his right hand and lifted him up like a chick. No matter how frantically Zhou Wuyong struggled, he could not break free from Ye Wuque's clamp-like hand! The

holy fighting spirit had already flowed into Zhou Wuyong's body, sealing all his cultivation, so Zhou Wuyong was no different from an ordinary person at this moment.

His black hair was agitated, and Ye Wuque's fair and handsome face was stained with blood. His left hand was holding Zhou Wuyong's bloody right arm, and the hideous wound was facing the ground, constantly dripping warm blood. The scene was extremely terrifying.

Zhou Wuyong's screams echoed in this area of ​​dozens of feet, and Ye Wuque stared at him, his bright eyes were cold and ruthless, like a bloody Shura.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Wang Sheng, who was crawling on the ground, suddenly laughed crazily. Although his voice was hoarse and exhausted, his blood-red eyes were full of pleasure!

It was a kind of catharsis after despair reached its limit, and it was a kind of madness after revenge!

"Retribution! Retribution! Heaven has eyes! You devil! Didn't you tear off my father's arm? You also have this moment! Hahaha! Dad! Look! Look! This devil has been punished! Embroiderer! Embroiderer! Woo woo woo woo..."

Wang Sheng's roar started with hatred and madness, and then to the catharsis of revenge, and then to the pain of his wife's death.

Wang Sheng's old parents hugged their desperate and crying son tightly, and the three of them cried bitterly with blood and tears.

"Ah... Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Let me go! Let me go!"

Zhou Wuyong saw that there was no hope of escaping, and his right arm was directly torn off by the boy in front of him. The endless pain that continued to invade his nerves turned into endless fear, and the fear eventually turned into wailing and begging for mercy.

"Let you go? Those mortals you killed also begged for mercy from you before they died. Did you let them go?"

The cold and ruthless voice entered Zhou Wuyong's ears. The hand that strangled his throat kept restraining him, and Zhou Wuyong even couldn't breathe. The desperate fear of dying at any time made his face pale, his lips trembled, but he could no longer say a word.

Because he had already felt that although the boy who strangled his throat was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, his cultivation and combat power were so strong, his moves were so ruthless, and his personality was so cold that it far exceeded any genius of the younger generation he had seen.

Geniuses of this level cannot be cultivated by ordinary sects and families. Only... super sects!

Moreover, even in the super sects, they are the top ones.

"Why? Why? Why did I run into these guys? Am I, Zhou Wuyong, going to die here today?"

As the 80th murderer on the list of the 100 murderers, Zhou Wuyong's cultivation has also reached the peak of the early stage of the source soul realm. He is cunning, perverted, cruel and ruthless, and can be considered quite powerful.

He has always committed many evil things. Not only has he attacked and killed disciples of many sects and families, but he has also killed countless mortals in the secular world, but he is at large. The crimes and killings he has committed are completely innumerable, and his evil deeds are numerous!

But good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and this time he finally fell into the hands of Ye Wuque and his group.

After knowing that begging for mercy was useless, Zhou Wuyong's pale face finally revealed the last madness and resentment, his true nature was exposed, and he laughed wildly: "I have killed countless so-called genius disciples of you famous and upright sects in my life, and I have also tortured and killed female monks! Hiss... I really miss that feeling! I have enjoyed it, and I have been free! Hahahaha... Even if I die today, it will be enough. It's just death anyway. If you have the guts, just kill me! What's wrong with death? What am I afraid of? Hahahaha..."

Zhou Wuyong kicked his feet wildly, laughing wildly, as if he was not afraid of death, extremely arrogant.

He knew that he would die without a doubt, and he would definitely be killed by Ye Wuque in the end. It is better to die arrogantly than to die in a cowardly way. This person is perverted and has a twisted personality. It is unexpected that he would do such a thing.

"Kill me! Don't you want to kill me? Go ahead! You useless piece of shit! Go ahead and kill me!"

He used his only remaining left arm to tightly pinch Ye Wuque's right arm, trying to provoke Ye Wuque, but no matter how hard he tried, Ye Wuque's right arm that was strangling his throat did not move at all, as if it was cast in fine iron, and it made a dull sound when it was knocked.

However, no matter how Zhou Wuyong shouted, how crazy he was, and how he wanted to provoke Ye Wuque, he finally found that he was doing useless work.

When Zhou Wuyong looked at Ye Wuque, he was greeted by a pair of bright but always cold and calm eyes.

In those eyes, he could not see any emotions, nor any killing intentions, only calmness, a kind of Yellow River in the deepest part of the 100 hells under the Nine Netherworlds, which made people's scalps numb and their hearts tremble.

For some reason, Ye Wuque's eyes made Zhou Wuyong's suppressed fear surge again, and it became ten times or a hundred times stronger!

"You forgot, I've said before that I won't kill you, I'll just make you live a life worse than death. Ye always keeps his word."

The cold and indifferent voice echoed in Zhou Wuyong's ears again, making every hair on his body stand up. The chill in his heart even overwhelmed the pain brought by the broken arm.

"You...what do you want to do? You...kill me if you dare!"

The shouting became trembling and weak, because Ye Wuque's posture was too calm, and the calmness made Zhou Wuyong really feel scared, the kind of fear from the depths of his soul.

Suddenly, Ye Wuque threw away Zhou Wuyong's right arm, raised his left hand and put it on Zhou Wuyong's only remaining left arm, and then exerted force!

"Ah..."

As Zhou Wuyong screamed again, Ye Wuque tore off his left arm, and the blood that had just stopped gushed out again!

Both of Zhou Wuyong's arms were torn off by Ye Wuque. The scene was extremely miserable, but this scene fell into the eyes of Wang Sheng's family of three, but it was the best comfort and catharsis.

Ye Wuque's methods may seem cruel, but how can they be compared to Zhou Wuyong's previous perverted methods of humiliating and ravaging others?

Such a thug would not be able to be vented even if he was cut into

pieces! After tearing off Zhou Wuyong's two arms in succession, Ye Wuque still held Zhou Wuyong high, but at this moment Zhou Wuyong was trembling all over, and he didn't even have the strength to howl. He could only stare at Ye Wuque, his eyes full of resentment and fear.

Because he didn't know what Ye Wuque would do to him next.

Zhou Wuyong could feel that tearing off his two arms was just the beginning.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Ye Wuque pointed his left hand at Wang Sheng, who was lying on the ground with all his bones broken, and a strong holy fighting spirit shot out and entered Wang Sheng's body.

Crackling!

Immediately, Wang Sheng felt as if his body was injected with boiling water, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, the bones that Zhou Wuyong had planned began to make violent noises and wriggle, as if they were temporarily condensed by an unpredictable force.

Most of the lost strength was restored. Wang Sheng was extremely surprised and his mind moved. He slowly stood up from his parents' hands, and it seemed that his injuries had recovered.

This was Ye Wuque's use of the holy fighting spirit to temporarily condense Wang Sheng's bones together, allowing him to regain his mobility. After that, the healing speed of his broken bones would increase several times with the help of the holy fighting spirit.

He handed an ordinary healing pill to Wang Sheng and asked him to give it to his father. Although he could not regenerate a broken limb, taking a monk's pill with a mortal body, even if it was a low-grade pill, was enough to stop the injury and heal quickly.

Wang Sheng knelt down and kowtowed three times to Ye Wuque before taking the pill from Ye Wuque's hand and giving it to his father.

Zhou Wuyong was held in Ye Wuque's hand. Looking at the other party's series of actions, for some reason, the chill in his heart became deeper and deeper, and his premonition became worse and worse.

The effect of the medicine took effect quickly, and Wang Sheng's old man's injuries were soon stabilized, and his father-in-law's face became ruddy.

At this time, Ye Wuque's voice sounded in Zhou Wuyong's ears again: "Now, it's your turn to live a life worse than death..."

Buzz!

The next moment, the holy way of fighting spirit rushed into Zhou Wuyong's body frantically, sealing his cultivation three times in a row, and then with a bang, Zhou Wuyong was thrown to Wang Sheng's feet.

“Why should I do anything to make you live a life worse than death? Karma is a cycle, good and evil will be rewarded, and for the sins you have committed, someone will naturally make you live a life worse than death.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Sheng’s eyes turned bloodshot again!

He immediately knelt down again, kowtowed three times in a row to Ye Wuque, and roared, “The Wang Sheng family thanks the benefactor!

Wang Sheng knew that Ye Wuque was giving him a chance to take revenge, and letting him avenge the embroiderer with his own hands!

Zhou Wuyong was struggling frantically on the ground, his face twisted in an instant, the chill in his heart was so strong that it had turned into actual fear. He obviously didn’t expect that Ye Wuque would actually hand himself over to this family of three.

You know, he had just tortured this family of three, and even raped that mortal’s wife to death!

So now, how will the other party treat him?

“Remember, make him... live a life worse than death. "

Ye Wuque's voice rang out in Wang Sheng's eyes, causing this usually open-minded man to growl like a wild beast, and then he rushed towards Zhou Wuyong!

"You...you don't come over here! You dare? You bunch of damn ants? You dare to attack me! You...ah! "

Zhou Wuyong began to shout frantically and desperately, but halfway through his words, he turned into a scream that made people's scalps numb!

Ye Wuque turned his head and looked at the devastated Qingya City, looking at all kinds of corpses on the ground, there were women, old people, and even children. Every corpse was miserable and incomplete.

His eyes became colder and colder, and the murderous intent in his heart became more and more intense. For the murderers on the Hundred Evils List, Ye Wuque secretly swore in his heart that he would kill one by one when he saw one in the future!

Zhou Wuyong's screams behind him lasted for a quarter of an hour, and gradually became weak, and finally seemed to have no strength to scream.

When Ye Wuque turned around, he saw Wang Sheng covered in blood, sitting aside, with blood and tears on his face. He seemed to have lost all his strength, and just kept murmuring one sentence: "Xiu Niang... rest in peace... I have avenged you..." Zhou Wuyong

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this moment can be described as extremely miserable. There was not a single intact part on his body. He was like a pile of wriggling flesh and blood, but he was still breathing. It was really worse than death.

Puff!

Ye Wuque slashed out with a palm and cut off Zhou Wuyong's head. With blood dripping, he carried his head into the city.

Before, after Ye Wuque strangled Zhou Wuyong, the others did not stop and killed the other criminals in the city.

Sensing the vibrations of the collision in front of him, Ye Wuque quickly came to the center of the city. When he saw everything in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

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