Looking around, except for a few warriors whose strength reached Xuansheng, most of the warriors in Fentian City fell directly.

However, within ten breaths, there are only dozens of warriors who survived, and these are basically saints of the Xuansheng level of the major forces.

There are only these dozens of people left in the huge Fentian City, which looks empty and silent, like a dead city.

The young man standing on the copper wheel looked down at the surroundings, his eyes fell on these dozens of people, his eyes narrowed, and he said coldly: "It turns out that they are all the garbage of the Profound Sage, it seems that the murderer is really not in Burning Heaven City anymore ah."

Hearing the cold and heartless words of the young man, dozens of people who remained in Fentian City trembled. The young master of the Binghuo Clan was so vicious that he directly slaughtered a city without blinking.

"Young master, what should we do with these people?" Elder Fang said respectfully.

"What else can we do? Everyone else is dead, what's the point of them being alive? Send someone to kill them, and then we'll leave this place first." The young man said calmly.

Fang Lao cupped his hands, and immediately said in a deep voice: "Xingping, you stay and clean up the rest of the people. After you finish cleaning up, follow us."

"Obey, Elder Fang, young master!"

A tall and straight man in a black suit, like a standing green bamboo, came out slowly. He licked his lips and showed a cruel look in his eyes.

"I'll leave the big copper nirvana to you, bring it back to me when the time comes, let's go!"

The young master of the Binghuo Clan nodded towards Xingping, waved his sleeves, leaving behind a large copper nirvana, and took the rest of the people, turned into a cloud of green smoke, and left the place.

And the man in the black suit fell down like a shooting star, he laughed and said, "A bunch of poor little lambs, I want you to have a good taste of death."

"It's another master of the Kongtian Holy Realm. Let us go. This matter has nothing to do with us. It was all done by Zhuo Wen. If you want to find it, you have to find Zhuo Wen."

"That Zhuowen is from the Long family, and he will definitely return to Dongtu. If you go to Dongtu, you will definitely be able to find Zhuowen. Let us go."

The remaining survivors had already lost their fighting spirit, they repeatedly begged for mercy to the man in black clothes, and even revealed Zhuo Wen's family fortune without hesitation.

Zhuo Wen watched coldly. He may have had some pity for these people before, but when he heard that these people moved everything out of him without hesitation for their own lives, and used Zhuo Wen as a scapegoat, Zhuo Wen knew that these people still It wasn't worth his saving.

"I don't know if Xiao Hei has dealt with the Big Copper Nirvana Formation." Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice.

"There's a lot of nonsense. Our young master is planning to go to Dongtu this time. You need to talk more about it. It's better for you to go to the Yincao Difu obediently."

Xing Ping licked his lips, but stopped talking, and kicked out like an arrow from the string, his figure was illusory.

I saw him flicking his hands in the air, his holy power turned into thin and imperceptible silk threads. These silk threads passed through the air at an extremely fast speed. It was only an instant, and several people fell without knowing it. .

"escape!"

This kind of silent death completely aroused the fear of other people. They were at a loss, panicked and scattered.

But no matter how they flee, their heads will fall to the ground when they are hundreds of meters away from the black-clothed man, because at the edge of the black-clothed man's hundreds of meters away, he has already arranged invisible silk threads in advance.

As long as someone dares to escape, the silk thread will cut off the escaper's head like a poisonous snake.

"The appearance of your death is really interesting."

The man in black clothes licked his lips and laughed wantonly, like a madman.

After a while, almost all the dozens of people left in Burning Sky City were killed, and the only one left was Zhuo Wen who stood aside and watched coldly.

"The sound of blood splattering, to me, is definitely the most beautiful sound of time, don't you think?"

The man in the black costume slowly put away the silk threads all around him, and immediately looked at Zhuo Wen, his eyes were blurred.

"It seems that there is something wrong with your brain!"

Zhuo Wen opened his mouth slowly, and the words he said made the man in the black dress stiffen.

"Do you dare to provoke me? Do you know the consequences of provoking me?"

The man in the black costume narrowed his eyes and walked slowly towards Zhuowen. With a wave of his right hand, countless silk threads approached Zhuowen silently.

"Consequences? It's up to you?"

The corners of Zhuo Wen's mouth turned up slightly. Among the group just now, Zhuo Wen was most afraid of the young master of the Binghuo family and the elder Fang. The strength of the remaining people was similar to that of the people brought by Xinghua. Not too concerned.

At the moment when the silk thread came violently, Zhuo Wen stepped forward and escaped into the void, avoiding the attack of the silk thread.

"It seems that the ability to escape is pretty good, but that's it."

The man in the black outfit squinted his eyes, and with a wave of his hands, countless silk threads rushed towards Zhuo Wen who had just swept out from another void.

With a move of his right hand, Zhuo Wen took out the ordinary tile, fully aroused the power of the tile with his holy power, and the phantom of the mighty saint in the heaven-defying holy realm stepped forward and slammed down with his palm. JrNovels.com