Chapter six hundred and ninety-first angry killing
"Hahaha, I still have the strength to struggle. With so much blood flowing, a golden holy pill will become lively. I am afraid that the Tu tribe we caught this time is very rich in blood in the giant tribe. This time I really made a fortune!" The bald man looked at the boy's appearance and smiled ferociously.
"Take them back! Get in!" After the bald man said, he kicked the girl.
"Dangdang!"
At the same time, he saw his bald man slapped the storage bag on his waist, and two huge iron cages that were ten feet tall and five feet wide appeared on the ground.
Each iron cage is made of thousands of forged mitral silver, covered with mysterious rune prohibitions, and a terrifying spiritual pressure burst out from it.
Wu Kui and his friends rudely put the sisters in an iron cage, treating the giant brother and sister completely like uncivilized beasts.
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"Swoosh!"
A figure with silver light all over his body was marching like a flying, quickly approaching the five bald men from the canyon of silence and chaos!
"Who is here? We are from the Blood Killing Alliance. If you get closer, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The bald man's face changed and he said sternly.
Wang An looked angry and stared at the two giants in the iron cage, completely ignoring the other party's threat.
"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die! Death!" The bald man's aura surged, and a bronze color was lingering all over his body. The energy was raging, and he punched Wang An.
"Get out!" Wang An glanced at the other person with a patient look on his face, as if he was slapped a fly, and slapped him on the other person's body.
"Bang! Boom!"
"Ahh..." The bald man screamed and was directly flew out by Wang An, spitting blood in his mouth, staring at Wang An with fear.
"Who are you? Your body refining cultivation is so profound. It is terrifying that ordinary people at the twelve levels of the Nascent Soul are not your opponent. If a fellow Taoist wants this giant slave, how about we give you one of these two people?" The bald man looked at Wang An tremblingly and said nervously.
"You scumbags!" Wang An moved his body and appeared directly in front of the four men Wu Kui the next moment. The Earth-Breaking Art was operative, and the fist shadows were dense, and the four men were easily defeated as if they were destroyed.
The blood of the ancestor witches around Wang An was circulating wildly, with blood surging and running around, runes lingering, and silver light flashing; because he used the Chaos Art of the Ancestral Witch, he was very tall at this moment, and he was vaguely similar to the giant clan.
At this time, the Pan Qing brothers and sisters were staring at Wang An with surprise. They felt a familiar feeling from Wang An and the others, and a trembling impulse was emitted in their blood. At that time, a throbbing from the deepest part of their bloodline.
"You actually did such a beastly act against the two children. Where is your conscience?" Wang Anping regained his inner emotions and stared at the five body-refining cultivators coldly.
"Senior, please spare me! Don't you know? In fact, the clan is actually a group of uncivilized natives. They have always lived in the Curse Continent. Not only are we a blood killing alliance teaming to capture it, but other major forces are secretly capturing it..." The bald man looked shocked and said in fear at Wang An.
Wang An's eyes flashed, and his body shook and came to the bald man. A huge spiritual power came out of his body, suppressing the other party could not move.
"Soul Search!" Wang An looked calm and grabbed the other party's head with one hand. The powerful spiritual power entered the other party's sea of consciousness without any obstacles.
Body refining cultivators were originally not good at spiritual consciousness, but under Wang An’s Hundred Herbs and Thousand Flowers Art, all the information was read by Wang An.
"You guys deserve to die!"
Wang An saw the situation of the few people treating this giant brother and sister just now, saw the tragic fate of countless giants being sold by them, and also saw many giants being tortured to death by them, exhausting all their lives and blood.
Seeing this scene, Wang An inexplicably felt a hint of sadness, and anger burst out uncontrollably.
The next moment, with his fist smashed, the bald man's head shattered like a watermelon, intertwined with red and white, which was extremely terrifying.
"Give me your life, senior!" Wu Kui's eyelids twitched, and he immediately lay down, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
Wang An was filled with anger. Seeing the scene in the bald man's spiritual consciousness, he felt the tragic fate of the giant clan. Wang An empathized with it, as if his relatives who were connected to him died one by one, and that kind of sadness penetrated into his bones.
At this moment, he just wanted to vent his inner tyranny, suppress and anger!
His body flickered, his fist was like lightning, and the strong wind raged, and the dense shadows of the fist hit the remaining four people, smashing them into the earth. The flesh was cracked and blood was flowing. Finally, Wang An pointed his finger, and a ray of fire broke into four and fell on them. He didn't even have time to scream, and instantly turned into a pile of powder.
After absorbing and killing these people, Wang An's tyrannical heart gradually calmed down.
After searching the soul just now, Wang An finally knew where this place was, a world called Yinmingtian.
Here is very chaotic, with ghost cultivators rampant and demon cultivators in charge of the way; and there are also monsters here, there are two kinds of strange beasts, one is a monster with surging demonic energy all over the body; the other is a dark beast, with yin energy and many gathered in the area where the ghost cultivators are located.
Here are four areas, and ghost cultivators occupy the largest area; secondly, demon cultivators, followed by the area where the demon clan is located. The human race is weak and does not occupy many areas. However, the high-level cultivators of the human race have emerged in many talents, and no race dares to provoke the human race at will.
The most miserable one is the Giant clan. There are many different opinions about the legend of the Giant clan. Some say that they are native natives here, and some say that they are the Lishi who were driven here by ancient powerful people.
I don’t know how many tens of thousands of years I have been captured by major forces at all times, blood stained the dark sky, and souls traveled to the eight wildernesses. From beginning to end, this tribe survived and stayed in the cursed continent.
Wang An shook, and the Hundred Herbs and Thousand Flowers Technique was used, gently urging the Enlightenment Tea. The mysterious Taoist rhyme rolled, driving away Wang An's irritable imagination.
The next moment, Wang An walked directly to the two mitril-cast iron cages, with silver light flashing in his hands, and runes surging around him. He directly held the iron pillar and suddenly pulled out.
"Squeak! Buzz!"
The restriction on the cage was aroused the moment Wang An contacted it, and a terrifying force erupted from it. The runes flipped, intertwined with the silver light in Wang An's hand, and a huge force filled the surroundings.
"Dangdang! Crack!"
Under Wang An's terrifying power, the iron pillar as thick as a right arm of the baby was directly broken by Wang An, and was removed by Wang An in a few seconds.
"It's okay, little girl, come out!" Wang An whispered to the girl squatting in the cage.
Chapter completed!