"Junior brother, take your time!" Another voice sounded!

A huff.

The strange body of the faceless ghost also jumped off the beam on the dome.

"Hehe, how can I miss this kind of thing? I will be useless if I don't poke Fang Qingyue's damn thing, and I'm useless to do it!" Tu Qianshan swayed open the door of the Heilong Hall and walked in from outside.

The rich light of hatred in this guy's two deep eyes was extremely fierce.

If the eyes can kill people!

This old thing probably had already smashed the coffin where Fang Qingyue was lying to pieces.

Don’t look at these three people, they are fierce at this time.

In fact, there are still injuries on them.

No matter what, Fang Qingyue was a powerful existence at the level of transformation. Although he was poisoned at that time, the power he exploded was extraordinary.

Let’s talk about it.

It's less than a day.

Their injuries could not be resolved so quickly.

The more this is.

The heavier their hatred for Fang Qingyue.

Come late at night.

Not just want to see how Fang Qingyue is doing.

If the other party is still insisting.

They didn't mind, so they sent him a ride.

They can have this idea.

He also has inexplicable trust in Youming San.

Under the Netherworld Dispersion, even the powerful people in the Transformation Realm were not spared. This was what the powerful Ghost King told them.

Three people gathered around the coffin.

Yang Shenxiu and Yun Xiaoxuan who were lying next to him were ignored by them.

Just two little ants.

What is it?

The hanged ghost was eager to try and said, "Why, I'll open the coffin?"

The faceless ghost said in a deep voice: "Come together."

While speaking, his palm was already resting on the coffin.

The same is true for hanging ghosts, slaughtering Qianshan.

The three of them looked solemn, without hesitation, and the surging true power fell on the coffin through their palms.

puff!

The huge coffin, like rotten wood, exploded to pieces on the spot. When the wood chips floated out, Fang Qingyue's "corpse" lying on the wooden board with only one board left appeared in the eyes of the three people.

At this moment, Fang Qingyue really seemed to be dead.

There was no breath at all.

Lying motionless on the wooden board.

The three of them looked at each other carefully, and finally they still clamored their own breath, connected like iron ropes, and got closer. With the matter of life during the day, they had to be careful. If Fang Qingyue pretended to be dead, deliberately hanged his breath and waited for them to come - they could only do this.

Of course, if Fang Qingyue was really dead!

Then there is nothing to say!

So the three people carefully sensed Fang Qingyue's breath.

It's true, there's no rest!

Already dead.

Tu Qianshan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sinisterly: "It's really a bargain for this guy, which makes him gradually lose consciousness and die under the poison of the Netherworld San!"

"But even if you die, what can you do! Damn bastard, the power that fell on me during the day still hurts now!"

"Now, I want to crush you to ashes!"

While speaking, Tu Qianshan raised his palms and the majestic and tyrannical aura appeared on the spot.

The old guy had waved his palm and smashed Fang Qingyue's body hard.

This palm fell!

Fang Qingyue will definitely not have any bones left.

Yun Xiaoxuan, who was lying motionless as if he was pretending to be dead, couldn't help but thrust his eyelids and thought to himself: "How much resentful this guy should be to Master Fang, and he didn't even let go of Master Fang's corpse."

The system said: ‘This is the human heart!’

‘Host, you should be glad that whether it is Fang Qingyue or Yang Shenxiu, they are all essentially simple people.’

Yun Xiaoxuan deeply agreed.

Of course in this case!

Yun Xiaoxuan won’t speak out.

Anyway, Fang Qingyue pretended to die.

This is also a trap for these three.

Just waiting for Fang Qingyue to "scam the corpse".

This moment.

It didn't ask Yun Xiaoxuan to wait for long.

Just as Tu Qianshan raised his palm and made a gesture to slash it down with a palm, bombarding Fang Qingyue's "corpse", Fang Qingyue, who was motionless, suddenly opened his eyes, and his deep eyes coincided with Tu Qianshan's eyes.

Tu Qianshan was stunned, and then screamed in horror: "You are not dead!"

The resentment on his face was deep and disappeared in an instant, replaced by an extremely strong fear.

Tu Qianshan had almost instinctive fear of Qingyue.

Fang Qingyue is not dead now.

Tu Qianshan's mentality collapsed directly.

Drops of sweat as big as beans instantly dyed the guy's clothes, inside and out, soaked.

This guy seemed to be fished out of the water, describing indescribable dismality.

Follow immediately!

Tu Qianshan turned around and left.

But it's too late.

Fang Qingyue's lightning-like right palm suddenly rose up, like Yang Shenxiu's palm against the enemy, but the palm power that exploded from him was many times stronger.

It fell on Tu Qianshan in an instant!

Bang!

A palm passed by.

Tu Qianshan's muscles and bones collapsed, and half of his body's bones collapsed.

An extremely shrill scream passed by.

Tu Qianshan vomited and shouted, slamming black blood, and smashed it to the ground.

Already dying!

He seemed to have been seriously injured.

This is the difference between the realm of transformation and the realm of returning to the truth.

"Gangmaster, don't kill me!"

"I was wrong!"

Tu Qianshan roared in despair and struggled desperately.

It's just his struggle!

It's just useless work.

This guy who has the same majesty as the Eighteen Heavenly Kings and the deputy leader of the Black Dragon Gang, how could he have the same majesty as before?

This moment!
To be continued...