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Chapter 288 It's Not My Fault...

...There is unnecessary trouble.

As soon as he returned to the clan, he closed the door and said that he wanted to concentrate on his cultivation, but the elders in the family said nothing, after all, he was the clan leader's own son.

I'm used to his wildness everywhere.

At this time, the head of the Xiwulou House found a few old friends and went to Shibi's house to make trouble. Shibi had no choice but to say that he had let Yang Qiuyu go.

The owner of the Xiwulou House specially asked to go to the dungeon and search for every place, but he left without finding it.

At this time, Miyin Jiang, who was outside the prosperous dynasty, was always worried about Yang Qiuyu, and her ears were red from time to time. "Have you forgotten this stupid one? What if I haven't found me after a month? It's better not to lose the fire elf, otherwise I won't be spared."

After all, when we separated, we decided to see each other in one month. Now the deadline is not long. Tianluo Continent is so big, is it really easy to find someone?

Now Weiyin Jiang's strength is unfathomable and has reached the realm of the Divine Thought King. It is just that the space bracelet helps her hide her strength. And Long Ya has given her too many things, even a fairy cannot kill her.

Her wings can not only fly but also be invisible, but she is worried about Yang Qiuyu from time to time.

At this moment, Yang Qiuyu was still in a coma. Although his feet had grown and his nails were brand new and bright, but their toenails were as dark as ink.

He was nailed under the mountains and guarded by people, and Zhang Yanren got a lot of good things and had to practice first.

He will come and pick it up after using it.

Soon, he came after practicing for a few hours.

He had an evil face and a terrifying expression.

There are many tools in the family, and he can use them. After all, it will be very laborious to let him break Yang Qiuyu's fingers by himself. I don't know how much practice will be wasted.

It was easy to use the treasure tool, so he took a fire bone dagger and took Yang Qiuyu's finger.

"Oh, I accidentally cut my arm off. I obviously just wanted to cut my fingers." Zhang Junren smiled pretentiously. He clearly did it on purpose, but he also hypocritically said he was not careful.

Although he was bleeding, Yang Qiuyu was still sleeping, and his left arm was gone again.

Zhang angrily kicked him and went to practice angrily. After all, he had no choice but to not wake up.

After practicing for a few more hours, he reached the third stage of the Divine Thought King realm, which was already even more terrifying than some of the family who were five or six hundred years old. In order to test how fast he was, he did not need to fly on his sword and left the family in a blink of an eye and wandered outside.

"Haha, my strength is probably... can I easily kill the immortal Shibi who is over 300 years old?"

He thought he was now a genius.

After all, Yang Qiuyu's blood and flesh are indeed similar to immortal pills, and will not have a backlash effect. If you take too much of the top-quality pill, you may explode.

Yang Qiuyu had eaten mysterious girl spirits in the valley outside the forbidden area, and had divine blood because he had not refined it yet. Otherwise, his body could not be hurt even if he had the realm of the Divine Thought King to eat that girl spirit, he could now break all things with one punch. Although the blood had become his, it was not very useful because he did not consolidate his cultivation.

However, divine blood has always been there, which is the advantage of his body, and it will not be like other creatures.

The blood in his body is already divine, and after eating the mysterious creature girl, he will be even more divine. Otherwise, Zhang Yanren would not have such an opportunity or such a perverted rise.

The realm of the Divine Thought King is usually a genius who has to spend 200 years practicing continuously to achieve it. However, he is only twenty-five years old, and he is very abnormal when he practices the magic skills of the alien race with his father. He reaches the realm of the Soul Release at the age of twenty, but he has only been promoted for a small stage in a few years. Now he has reached the realm of the Divine Thought King in less than two days. After a few small stages, he has the strength of Xue Houshang.

He felt that he would reach his father's level in three days. When he sent Yang Qiuyu back, Yang Qiuyu would inevitably be killed. If he could, he would be protected, and if he could not, he would eat Yang Qiuyu. At that time, he would be the Holy Emperor of the prosperous dynasty?

He couldn't believe it was true.

Because of his practice too fast, his speed has increased a bit false. He actually had the strength that he had only after hundreds of years. But after hundreds of years, he occupied the remains of the divine beasts above the nine heavens. Isn’t he the master of the Tianluo Continent?

"Ha ha!"

He disappeared into the mountains with ghostly laughter and returned to the family. He didn't want to waste a moment. After all, he wanted to practice quickly. When Shibi and others turned against him, he would...

Or you can also take his father to practice demon skills when he dies. At that time, you don’t have to wait for the stone wall to reverse the water, and directly destroy him, follow the initiative and die against the death.

"Father, I'm six hundred years old, and I'm still just in the realm of the Divine Thought King. Haha, I'm almost surpassing him, and he'll be melted in less than a year or two. Don't blame the child for not restraining this delicious old food at that time." Zhang Yanren smiled sinister, and his body was filled with air conditioning.

When he returned to the family, he certainly had to look at his big baby, "Haha, I'm here for the good stuff."

One day, one day after another, there are always miserable sounds in the Zhang family.

Yang Qiuyu was as always. When he woke up, his hands and legs were cut. In order to keep him awake, the other party would pick some ordinary humans from outside and kill them in front of him every day.

The same was true on the third day. At about noon, Zhang Yanren picked a man and a woman in front of him and forced him to tell him where the base of the Inhuman race was.

In fact, the other party wanted him to wake up and suffer endless trauma.

"Speak quickly! Which one do you choose to answer for you?"

Zhang Junren pinched the man's neck easily, and the man struggled to resist, but it was useless at all.

"Kill me! Kill me!" Yang Qiuyu replied powerlessly. His heart had long been dead. He knew that this would be sorry for the resentful spirits in the world.

"Click"

A familiar voice came as usual, and the man's head was broken by Zhang Wuren's punch?

"Choose her..."

The white-haired man cried powerlessly, he hated himself, he hated himself for being cowardly!

"Haha, choose her?" Zhang ruthless man laughed and turned around and punched the girl tied behind him, punching her, and blood sprayed on the face and body of the white-haired man, and his hair was stained a lot.

"You...!" Yang Qiuyu wanted to commit suicide but was controlled in his mind. He could not commit suicide at all, even if he bit his tongue and committed suicide.

"You, aren't you, you, who chose her to die? My second question is whether you or her to die. Then I heard you say you choose her. Did I hear that I was right? Ah!" Zhang Yanren sneered, and he would not blink his eyes when he killed someone.

"You see, she is all useless, it's all your fault." Zhang Yanren's joking look was not human, which made people feel terrible.

"It's not my fault...it's not my fault...it's not my fault...it's not my fault..." There will be no dawn in the desperate eyes.

"Ahhhh... It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

The white-haired boy kept thinking softly that he could not resist, his whole body was illuminated by various treasures, and he could not use any ability.

Zhang Junren kept cutting the flesh on his body because he was not worried that the other party would die. After all, he would send Yang Qiuyu back to the Shibi of the princes on the third day today.

Then the next day came again, Yang Qiuyu was disabled and handed over to Shibi. Shibi continued to throw him into the dungeon and imprisoned.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!
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