Chapter: 6802
"The so-called winner and loser, the winner is the king! Aren't you still captured by me in the end? You have to think carefully, your life is in my hands now, if I want you to die, you will die. "
Zhuo Wen slowly stretched out his right hand, supporting Hong Ling's fair chin with his palm, his voice was indifferent and flat.
Hong Ling turned his head and said with a cold smile: "I am the deputy commander of the Fire Ghost City in the Other Ghost Realm, and behind me stands the noble Three Kings. How dare you kill me?"
Having said that, Hongling raised her chin proudly. The Otherworld is the second most powerful realm in the Super Realm. As a citizen of the Otherworld, she has a natural sense of superiority.
She didn't think that Zhuo Wen dared to risk offending the realm of the ghosts to kill her.
Ziyang frowned slightly, but she fell silent in a rare way. Compared with Hongling, she is just a noble family in a higher realm, and her background is far less powerful than Hongling.
Perhaps Zhuo Wen didn't dare to kill Hong Ling, but Zi Yang knew that the former dared to kill her.
So, she wisely kept silent and watched what happened.
Zhuo Wen smiled, with a coldness in his smile.
"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"
Zhuo Wen spoke slowly, pinched Hong Ling's slender neck with his right hand, and lifted it up.
Hongling struggled hard, the pride in her eyes had long since disappeared, and was replaced by panic and terror. She could feel the deep killing intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes.
Does this guy really dare to kill her?
"You...don't be too presumptuous, the White Ghost clan is not something you can offend as a casual cultivator!"
Hongling is still holding on, she still does not allow her pride to be trampled on, and her tone does not have any intention of giving in.
"Then you just die! I don't need disobedient captives!"
Zhuo Wen's tone became casual, and he threw Hongling out of the Black God with a casual throw of his right hand.
Hong Ling obviously didn't expect Zhuo Wen to abandon her so decisively, and she was still dumbfounded the moment she flew out of the Black God.
It wasn't until she felt the severe pain caused by the turbulent currents of the dark ruins sweeping and tearing her body, that she finally woke up, and her heart was instantly filled with extreme fear.
She really didn't expect that Zhuo Wen would dare to treat her so cruelly.
The terrifying turbulence is like countless mouths, constantly tearing at Hongling, pulling her towards the abyss below.
The intense pain caused Hongling to exhale in pain, the voice was sharp and ear-piercing.
"I was wrong, please help me! Help me!"
Hong Ling couldn't help calling Zhuo Wen for help, she began to regret in her heart, if she knew that Zhuo Wen was so ruthless and desperate, maybe she wouldn't dare to be tough anymore, and nothing would happen if she was soft.
Zhuo Wen ignored Hong Ling's cries for help, and just stood silently on the deck, looking down at the increasingly smaller figures below the abyss.
Soon, there were several shrill screams from Hongling and the piercing chewing sound of some kind of strange beast from below the abyss.
The sound of chewing seemed to be magnified countless times, and it kept echoing in the ears of Zhuo Wen and Zi Yang, making people feel chills all over their bodies.
Especially Ziyang, trembling with fear, feeling desolate like a dead rabbit and a fox.
Before Zhuowen could speak, Zi Yang hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist, I am willing to agree to any request of yours, as long as you spare my life!"
At this moment, Ziyang doesn't look like any female honor. After seeing Hongling being decisively thrown into the depths of the dark ruins by Zhuo Wen, she has clearly realized that the pathetic self-esteem cannot save her life.
"Hand over the soul mark!" Zhuo Wen said lightly.
Ziyang's pupils shrank slightly, and she raised her head suddenly, staring at Zhuo Wen, who also stared at Ziyang indifferently.
In the end, Ziyang lowered her head deeply, she hesitated for a moment, and finally pointed her right finger between her eyebrows, and handed over her soul imprint.
Zhuo Wen put away the soul imprint, and after confirming that it was correct, he put it away, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
It seems that his killing chickens and monkeys still had a good effect.
Among Hong Ling and Zi Yang, Zhuo Wen most wanted to subdue Zi Yang, the latter was the empress of the Zixuan clan, and she was considered the strongest among the fifteen high-level realms.
In addition, the Nuwa clan also participated in the event of competing for the sacred fire source, so the Zixuan clan must liquidate the clans of these higher realms one by one afterwards.
He has a great feud with the Nuwa clan, and with the help of the Zixuan clan, his revenge process will be much smoother and easier.
As for Hong Ling and Long Pu, it would be best if they could be subdued. If they could not be subdued, they would naturally have to silence them, otherwise, it would be a serious disaster.
After untying the shackles on Ziyang's body, the latter stood up respectfully, and bowed deeply to Zhuo Wen: "Master!" JrNovels.com
Zhuo Wen slowly stretched out his right hand, supporting Hong Ling's fair chin with his palm, his voice was indifferent and flat.
Hong Ling turned his head and said with a cold smile: "I am the deputy commander of the Fire Ghost City in the Other Ghost Realm, and behind me stands the noble Three Kings. How dare you kill me?"
Having said that, Hongling raised her chin proudly. The Otherworld is the second most powerful realm in the Super Realm. As a citizen of the Otherworld, she has a natural sense of superiority.
She didn't think that Zhuo Wen dared to risk offending the realm of the ghosts to kill her.
Ziyang frowned slightly, but she fell silent in a rare way. Compared with Hongling, she is just a noble family in a higher realm, and her background is far less powerful than Hongling.
Perhaps Zhuo Wen didn't dare to kill Hong Ling, but Zi Yang knew that the former dared to kill her.
So, she wisely kept silent and watched what happened.
Zhuo Wen smiled, with a coldness in his smile.
"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"
Zhuo Wen spoke slowly, pinched Hong Ling's slender neck with his right hand, and lifted it up.
Hongling struggled hard, the pride in her eyes had long since disappeared, and was replaced by panic and terror. She could feel the deep killing intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes.
Does this guy really dare to kill her?
"You...don't be too presumptuous, the White Ghost clan is not something you can offend as a casual cultivator!"
Hongling is still holding on, she still does not allow her pride to be trampled on, and her tone does not have any intention of giving in.
"Then you just die! I don't need disobedient captives!"
Zhuo Wen's tone became casual, and he threw Hongling out of the Black God with a casual throw of his right hand.
Hong Ling obviously didn't expect Zhuo Wen to abandon her so decisively, and she was still dumbfounded the moment she flew out of the Black God.
It wasn't until she felt the severe pain caused by the turbulent currents of the dark ruins sweeping and tearing her body, that she finally woke up, and her heart was instantly filled with extreme fear.
She really didn't expect that Zhuo Wen would dare to treat her so cruelly.
The terrifying turbulence is like countless mouths, constantly tearing at Hongling, pulling her towards the abyss below.
The intense pain caused Hongling to exhale in pain, the voice was sharp and ear-piercing.
"I was wrong, please help me! Help me!"
Hong Ling couldn't help calling Zhuo Wen for help, she began to regret in her heart, if she knew that Zhuo Wen was so ruthless and desperate, maybe she wouldn't dare to be tough anymore, and nothing would happen if she was soft.
Zhuo Wen ignored Hong Ling's cries for help, and just stood silently on the deck, looking down at the increasingly smaller figures below the abyss.
Soon, there were several shrill screams from Hongling and the piercing chewing sound of some kind of strange beast from below the abyss.
The sound of chewing seemed to be magnified countless times, and it kept echoing in the ears of Zhuo Wen and Zi Yang, making people feel chills all over their bodies.
Especially Ziyang, trembling with fear, feeling desolate like a dead rabbit and a fox.
Before Zhuowen could speak, Zi Yang hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist, I am willing to agree to any request of yours, as long as you spare my life!"
At this moment, Ziyang doesn't look like any female honor. After seeing Hongling being decisively thrown into the depths of the dark ruins by Zhuo Wen, she has clearly realized that the pathetic self-esteem cannot save her life.
"Hand over the soul mark!" Zhuo Wen said lightly.
Ziyang's pupils shrank slightly, and she raised her head suddenly, staring at Zhuo Wen, who also stared at Ziyang indifferently.
In the end, Ziyang lowered her head deeply, she hesitated for a moment, and finally pointed her right finger between her eyebrows, and handed over her soul imprint.
Zhuo Wen put away the soul imprint, and after confirming that it was correct, he put it away, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
It seems that his killing chickens and monkeys still had a good effect.
Among Hong Ling and Zi Yang, Zhuo Wen most wanted to subdue Zi Yang, the latter was the empress of the Zixuan clan, and she was considered the strongest among the fifteen high-level realms.
In addition, the Nuwa clan also participated in the event of competing for the sacred fire source, so the Zixuan clan must liquidate the clans of these higher realms one by one afterwards.
He has a great feud with the Nuwa clan, and with the help of the Zixuan clan, his revenge process will be much smoother and easier.
As for Hong Ling and Long Pu, it would be best if they could be subdued. If they could not be subdued, they would naturally have to silence them, otherwise, it would be a serious disaster.
After untying the shackles on Ziyang's body, the latter stood up respectfully, and bowed deeply to Zhuo Wen: "Master!" JrNovels.com
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